<?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-3144534449666162043</id><updated>2011-07-07T22:19:26.416-07:00</updated><category term='Encourage'/><category term='Renewing Our Mind'/><category term='Truth'/><category term='Discernment'/><category term='Marriage'/><category term='Promise'/><category term='Relationships'/><category term='Christian Journey'/><category term='Regrets'/><category term='Hope'/><category term='Miracle'/><category term='Individuality'/><category term='Jeremiah'/><category term='Homeless'/><category term='Tragedy'/><category term='Lying'/><category term='Believe'/><category term='Change'/><category term='Wounded'/><category term='Trust'/><category term='Lord'/><category term='Alone'/><category term='Identity'/><category term='Rejection'/><category term='Pride'/><category term='Betrayed'/><category term='Expressions'/><category term='Attitudes'/><category term='Unemployed'/><category term='Fatigue'/><category term='Faith'/><category term='Jesus'/><category term='Pain'/><category term='Crushed'/><category term='Precious'/><category term='I love You'/><category term='Loyalty'/><category term='Quietly'/><category term='Fragile'/><category term='Spiritually'/><category term='Spirit'/><category term='Transformation'/><category term='God'/><category term='Abundant Prosperity'/><category term='Personality'/><category term='Emptiness'/><category term='Prayer'/><category term='Fears'/><category term='Teaching'/><category term='Circumstance'/><category term='Guidance'/><category term='Courageous'/><category term='Symptoms'/><category term='Humble'/><category term='Posture'/><category term='Journaling'/><category term='Emotionally'/><category term='Love'/><category term='Heart'/><category term='Perspective'/><category term='1 Corthinthians 13:4-8'/><category term='Reputation'/><category term='Selfishness'/><title type='text'>In Our Quietest Moments with Veronica Schultz</title><subtitle type='html'>The Finger Prints of Papa God are here in our life, do you see them? His fingerprints gently design our circumstances to open a closed mind to His ways. It's those storms we face that bring us to the very place He waits to meet with us, “In Our Quietest Moments”. Come join me…</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inourquietestmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3144534449666162043/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inourquietestmoments.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Veronica Schultz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07599860192467956458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AcirQlMPNcs/S5sGZ_1TIUI/AAAAAAAAAPA/VS-eqIEqhN4/S220/IMG_0025.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3144534449666162043.post-3815979963828019514</id><published>2009-08-01T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T16:12:07.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AcirQlMPNcs/S24E6i_jjHI/AAAAAAAAAO0/WRK8YgKu4Vs/s1600-h/IMG_0025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 107px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AcirQlMPNcs/S24E6i_jjHI/AAAAAAAAAO0/WRK8YgKu4Vs/s200/IMG_0025.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435287204155067506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AcirQlMPNcs/SnSIRsytAHI/AAAAAAAAAOA/02HHgfzBi4Q/s1600-h/Ver+smiles.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've started a new blog at WordPress. It has more options and is a bit more professional. I invite you to come and join me at  &lt;a href="http://veronicaschultz.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://veronicaschultz.wordpress.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;New postings are up! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hugs and love,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Veronica&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3144534449666162043-3815979963828019514?l=inourquietestmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inourquietestmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/3815979963828019514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3144534449666162043&amp;postID=3815979963828019514&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3144534449666162043/posts/default/3815979963828019514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3144534449666162043/posts/default/3815979963828019514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inourquietestmoments.blogspot.com/2009/08/ive-started-new-blog-at-wordpress.html' title=''/><author><name>Veronica Schultz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07599860192467956458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AcirQlMPNcs/S5sGZ_1TIUI/AAAAAAAAAPA/VS-eqIEqhN4/S220/IMG_0025.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AcirQlMPNcs/S24E6i_jjHI/AAAAAAAAAO0/WRK8YgKu4Vs/s72-c/IMG_0025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3144534449666162043.post-8623649384057117118</id><published>2009-07-23T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T00:37:38.231-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miracle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unemployed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homeless'/><title type='text'>The Fingerprints of God</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AcirQlMPNcs/SmgPLq6YlyI/AAAAAAAAANw/tri5rDvq1h4/s1600-h/godwithin1wh2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 293px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AcirQlMPNcs/SmgPLq6YlyI/AAAAAAAAANw/tri5rDvq1h4/s400/godwithin1wh2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361552049556723490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;From last Friday till noon today w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;e thought we were going to be homeless. That changed when we got news that we were approved to rent the house we applied for on Monday. I have never faced this situation before and found myself struggling with many emotions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I learned years ago that the mood of my home is set by me. Everyone responds to mom's moods, so I bore it as calm as I could and as brave as I could. I realized my future was not mine for the making, but Papa God's. So I prayed and waited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Have you ever thought about the possibility of being homeless? It's scary. I pondered about the dangers and discomforts to not having a place to live. A question I also asked myself was, would Papa God be willing to let us be homeless, and I believe He would; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;especially if it served a higher purpose. It seems that was not His plan at this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Of course I am grateful. I am not beyond having to struggle with those feelings, that anyone naturally would struggle with. Feelings of embarrassment, fear and oh yes, my pride. Oh, I know how that word makes you cringe, it does me too, but we all struggle with it. Our pride is an emotion the devil preys upon and we need to safeguard our hearts and minds, keeping that in check or it could get us into a whole lot of trouble. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have recently realized that I would have been willing to submit even in that area of my life to Him, if that's what Papa God asked of me. Not that I would have had a choice if He decreed it; but my heart was willing to trust Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It really was a miracle that we got this place. With Eric being unemployed, my hours cut to 4 hrs a week at OSH, we barely qualified. It was the kids and their incomes that helped us do it. They all are part of the lease agreement and that astounds me. Phen and Kyle just got their jobs within the last 2 weeks. WOW, talk about timing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yesterday I made a trip to the rental agency by chance. On a whim, I decided to deliver our paperwork instead of faxing it. Sue, owner of the Property Management Company told me later, that that was perfect timing. The owner of the property was there and we got to meet. It was meeting me that swayed his decision to rent the house to us. Papa God really worked it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As I look around, I see Papa’s fingerprints on everything. He has been orchestrating this change in our lives for several years now. It’s remarkable to watch how He has done a work, which has changed our hearts. When I look into my heart and see a different person forming, I am grateful, utterly grateful! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As I watch this chapter in our lives unfolding, I am learning to recognize the tender touch and direction of Papa. He really is wonderful. He is our protector. He is our Provider and He loves us. Our views of what we think our lives should be and how He should orchestrate them are skewed. If God permits Jonah to sit in the belly of a whale for 3 days to turn his thoughts towards Him, would Papa God be any less willing to take that same measure with us when necessary?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Something to think about..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3144534449666162043-8623649384057117118?l=inourquietestmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inourquietestmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/8623649384057117118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3144534449666162043&amp;postID=8623649384057117118&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3144534449666162043/posts/default/8623649384057117118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3144534449666162043/posts/default/8623649384057117118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inourquietestmoments.blogspot.com/2009/07/fingerprints-of-god.html' title='The Fingerprints of God'/><author><name>Veronica Schultz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07599860192467956458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AcirQlMPNcs/S5sGZ_1TIUI/AAAAAAAAAPA/VS-eqIEqhN4/S220/IMG_0025.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AcirQlMPNcs/SmgPLq6YlyI/AAAAAAAAANw/tri5rDvq1h4/s72-c/godwithin1wh2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3144534449666162043.post-5671346475149139292</id><published>2009-07-14T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T00:35:31.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Precious Pearls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AcirQlMPNcs/Sl16K3TtynI/AAAAAAAAANo/flXU2ixzvgk/s1600-h/Footsteps_in_the_Sand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 287px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AcirQlMPNcs/Sl16K3TtynI/AAAAAAAAANo/flXU2ixzvgk/s400/Footsteps_in_the_Sand.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358573458704681586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Don't you love it when God speaks little truths to us through out the day? I love those precious pearls. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The Holy Spirit led me to share those Truth's with others. I can’t tell you how wonderful it was, to see how it encouraged those that heard them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Then it occurred to me, to gather them up, and share them with you too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;W&lt;/strong&gt;hen you find a friend.. you have found a pearl of great value. Never lose it! Never take advantage of it and serve it, rather than enslaving it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J&lt;/strong&gt;ohn 8:7  Let him without sin be the first to throw a stone. We are quick to find fault with others. We are not spiritual cops. Let's tend our own heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;f God is not disappointed with you, why in the world are you disappointed in yourself? He created and approves of you. Jeremiah 1:5; John 12:47&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt;elieve that you can be obedient. Believe that God loves you, that YOU are important and significant! Don't look to people for your worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J&lt;/strong&gt;os 24:15 Choose for yourself, whom you shall serve. As for me and my house, we shall serve the Lord! Next temptation that hits, what will you decide?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P&lt;/strong&gt;salms 27:14 Wait for the LORD; be strong and take heart. It's hard to wait when circumstances are pressing hard. Let your praise to God strengthen you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;W&lt;/strong&gt;e fear that loving and accepting an individual is condoning their choices. This fear is our own. Loving someone is Not the same as condoning their actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y&lt;/strong&gt;our love and devotion is not a tool to be used to manipulate the attitude and actions of another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;here are times when God calms the Storm in your life. There are times He lets the Storm rage and calms you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;s I watch my children grow, learn, and smile at their new found knowledge, it makes me think how Jesus smiles at us when we get it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;W&lt;/strong&gt;hen what you’re feeling is too heavy, too burdensome, you forgot God should be carrying it? Let it go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3144534449666162043-5671346475149139292?l=inourquietestmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inourquietestmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/5671346475149139292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3144534449666162043&amp;postID=5671346475149139292&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3144534449666162043/posts/default/5671346475149139292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3144534449666162043/posts/default/5671346475149139292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inourquietestmoments.blogspot.com/2009/07/precious-pearls.html' title='Precious Pearls'/><author><name>Veronica Schultz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07599860192467956458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AcirQlMPNcs/S5sGZ_1TIUI/AAAAAAAAAPA/VS-eqIEqhN4/S220/IMG_0025.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AcirQlMPNcs/Sl16K3TtynI/AAAAAAAAANo/flXU2ixzvgk/s72-c/Footsteps_in_the_Sand.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3144534449666162043.post-7551767709366895480</id><published>2009-07-03T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T12:31:20.087-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journaling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Truth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Circumstance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Transformation'/><title type='text'>When Circumstances Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AcirQlMPNcs/SlD9rmky6sI/AAAAAAAAANg/rtKHXbR7CvA/s1600-h/kjesusgraphic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 176px; height: 121px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AcirQlMPNcs/SlD9rmky6sI/AAAAAAAAANg/rtKHXbR7CvA/s200/kjesusgraphic.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355058882474601154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AcirQlMPNcs/Sk6kS4SjD6I/AAAAAAAAANY/azUwDPDhpjI/s1600-h/journaling+230.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AcirQlMPNcs/Sk6f1OvN5VI/AAAAAAAAANQ/ptnmE58-YYQ/s1600-h/lyrics.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 149px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AcirQlMPNcs/Sk6f1OvN5VI/AAAAAAAAANQ/ptnmE58-YYQ/s200/lyrics.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354392743828120914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;This entry is a Nugget indeed! I enjoyed re-reading it. Have you ever thought about journaling? As I am going through my old  journals, I am astounded at the things God has shown me, and they would’ve been lost in my cob-webbed mind if I didn’t write them down. If you have never made a journal, now is a good time to start, don’t you think? I just use a Mead composition Binder. Date each page and then write. Don’t worry about sounding silly. That's just our stupid pride trying to ruin it for us, so we don’t do something great for God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Thanks for joining me with “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;When Circumstances Change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Journal Entry September 22, 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.  The eye is the lamp of the body. If your eyes are good, your whole body will be full of light. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Matt 6  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=matt%206;&amp;amp;version=31;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=matt%206;&amp;amp;version=31;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;When a verse says heart, it can be referring to the mind. So, I can take this to say that where my mind is, what I concentrate on, that is where my treasure is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;God says my eyes are dim when they take in the scene before me, and can’t see what is right there in front of my face. It’s the desires of my heart, those that are contrary to His guidance,  that are blinding me to see and hear God’s voice.. When that happens, God steps in to help my mind see His truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Have you ever searched for an item in the house, found it, only to discover that you needed to find another? After an aggravated search, you end up finding it right in front of your nose, and in the same spot you found the other item. Doesn’t it boggle your mind that you never even noticed it the first time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;This is because our mind is only searching for the one thing. It disregards most everything else. I discovered while going through some painful circumstances that my mind couldn’t see what God wanted me to know until…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;My circumstances created a different thought process. It opened a closed mind to new things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Do you know how many times I wish I could’ve avoided going through painful circumstances? It doesn’t take a brainy psychologist to realize we don't work that way, does it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;How many times have you heard, “If only I had listened, but nooo, I had to learn the hard way!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;An open mind to the things of God is received by the Holy Spirits training. That training, (yes you guessed it) it’s the school of life. The Bible is full of stories about people and their schooling. It shows us that it’s God who orchestrates change within us and the lives of others like, Abraham and Sarah, Isaac and Jacob, Peter and Paul to name a few.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Journal Entry September 23, 2007 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Sometimes traveling to a new place leads to great transformation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;What a profound statement. I’m marveling at what kind of transformation to expect. I know God is doing something; I’m just not sure what yet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;We were on our way back from Chowchilla, Ca. and stopped for refreshments at Starbucks. It was there, sitting outside, that He told us, “I am changing your circumstances. This change, including direction will lead you to a new place of great transformation within the heart and mind.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;It’s been two years and He still isn’t finished. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;We had no idea what laid ahead of us. If you have been following my writing, then you already have an idea where we were heading and what we were going to be facing. There is one more little jotting I did (just 3 bullets). I’ll post it because it shows a bit more of what the Holy Spirit was showing me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;• A time of testing – Job&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;• Something big is planned and we have to go through this before it happens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;• Lessons are being taught&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;“Sometimes God calms the storm; sometimes He lets the storm rage and calms His child.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;I am pleased if what God has shown me, becomes a guiding light and an encouragement to you. For those of you who are entering into or going through painful circumstances, I understand and have walked a hard mile in those shoes. For me, I felt alone, mostly because I didn’t comprehend how He worked. I couldn’t spiritually grasp what He was doing when I saw my loved ones hurting, the things I owned being stripped from us and my whole identity being challenged due to loss of relationships, credit, jobs and health. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;But I discovered something that I want to share. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;God is good all the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;. Lean into Him during painful times. Get closer and cozier. Really get to know Him; for He is a delight to our mind and a comfort to our hearts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;And…when you find someone who is willing to walk with you, to pray with you, to encourage you; receive from it and don’t lose it. If you happen to find someone who’s relationship with God is powerful and mature…take the time to be nourished from the fruit they bear… shake the fruit from their tree and gleam as much as you can. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Psalm 34:8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Taste and see that the LORD is good; blessed is the man who takes refuge in him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=psalms%2034;&amp;amp;version=31;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=psalms%2034;&amp;amp;version=31;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Love and hugs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i174.photobucket.com/albums/w113/candiache/Signatures/LadyVSig5_phixr.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&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/3144534449666162043-7551767709366895480?l=inourquietestmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inourquietestmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/7551767709366895480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3144534449666162043&amp;postID=7551767709366895480&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3144534449666162043/posts/default/7551767709366895480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3144534449666162043/posts/default/7551767709366895480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inourquietestmoments.blogspot.com/2009/07/blind-until-i-see.html' title='When Circumstances Change'/><author><name>Veronica Schultz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07599860192467956458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AcirQlMPNcs/S5sGZ_1TIUI/AAAAAAAAAPA/VS-eqIEqhN4/S220/IMG_0025.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AcirQlMPNcs/SlD9rmky6sI/AAAAAAAAANg/rtKHXbR7CvA/s72-c/kjesusgraphic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3144534449666162043.post-8835852924252112576</id><published>2009-07-03T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T01:30:48.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AcirQlMPNcs/Sk6BtdE4g8I/AAAAAAAAANA/8UiqyQ9UEng/s1600-h/dreamy1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 190px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AcirQlMPNcs/Sk6BtdE4g8I/AAAAAAAAANA/8UiqyQ9UEng/s200/dreamy1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354359624889304002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Brush Script MT;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Brush Script MT;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Brush Script MT;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;I thank you and love that you've taken the time to send me your thoughts. To know that God is being praised for all that I have suffered and learned is enough for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Brush Script MT;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Brush Script MT;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Brush Script MT;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;It's not easy to learn to give-up our will, and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Brush Script MT;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt; the biggest thing in our way is ourselves! It's our greatest idol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Brush Script MT;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Brush Script MT;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Keep keeping on..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Brush Script MT;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;You and I will walk, trudge, trip and even crawl the righteous path thru the valley of death together!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Brush Script MT;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Keep in touch and Hugs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i174.photobucket.com/albums/w113/candiache/Signatures/LadyVSig6_phixr.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3144534449666162043-8835852924252112576?l=inourquietestmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inourquietestmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/8835852924252112576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3144534449666162043&amp;postID=8835852924252112576&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3144534449666162043/posts/default/8835852924252112576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3144534449666162043/posts/default/8835852924252112576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inourquietestmoments.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-love-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Veronica Schultz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07599860192467956458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AcirQlMPNcs/S5sGZ_1TIUI/AAAAAAAAAPA/VS-eqIEqhN4/S220/IMG_0025.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AcirQlMPNcs/Sk6BtdE4g8I/AAAAAAAAANA/8UiqyQ9UEng/s72-c/dreamy1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3144534449666162043.post-1984957756380845073</id><published>2009-07-01T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T23:51:31.191-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Courageous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Perspective'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heart'/><title type='text'>Quieting You with His Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AcirQlMPNcs/SkwS48eB9mI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/hnocX_VJj1A/s1600-h/fixeyesonjesus-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 143px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AcirQlMPNcs/SkwS48eB9mI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/hnocX_VJj1A/s200/fixeyesonjesus-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353674826550736482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AcirQlMPNcs/SkwSt6dHU_I/AAAAAAAAAMI/qJbybJ9QjHM/s1600-h/I+will+wait+for+you.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AcirQlMPNcs/SkwSt6dHU_I/AAAAAAAAAMI/qJbybJ9QjHM/s200/I+will+wait+for+you.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353674637031461874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;This is my journal entry “Quieting You with His Love” written in September 2007.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt; It starts off with a message Papa God gave me from Zeph. 3, continues with His words spoken to my spirit and finishes with my prayer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;The Lord shall remove the afflictions against us in His time. When it’s time to restore, He will re-supply and fix those things that were taken and broken by the enemy. Zephaniah 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;“Do not be weary – stay strong and courageous, I am with you. Look around you. Do you not see that I am still here? Trust Me! Stay strong, all of this is necessary. You’ll understand in a short time. I have much to show you, but first things first – Stay strong and courageous.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Papa God, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Quiet my fears, Papa. I know You are here! Not because I can see You or feel You, for my emotions have clouded my senses; but because You promised You’d never leave me or abandon me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;You are orchestrating it all. I realize You are allowing us to lose everything. You told Eric and I that you were changing our circumstances. After Eric lost his job, I thought You were done.  I was mistaken! You have continued to pick us apart. It is extremely trying. I am finding that I have to put enormous effort in continuing to trust You and walk forward in faith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Controlling my emotions and feelings is an effort too. But it’s important to me that I don’t yell or mistreat my family due to my frustrations and fears over our circumstances. We must move together to walk forward – finding solutions – not fault, and certainly not to be angry at You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;As we move with You Lord, learning where You are taking us, please give each of us supernatural strength and peace. Please talk to me through this time. I need to feel You and Your presence. I need to be loved and Only You can supply what I need perfectly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;At present 2009: If our situation has changed, it’s changed for the worse. Homes are still foreclosing, we are jobless and we have suffered serious injuries and sicknesses. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;I am able to tell you with confidence though, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;that God is so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;GOOD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt; and believe it from the depths of my heart, whereas before, I quoted His word and hoped it was true. His promise to uphold us and never abandon us is spot-on! Although my circumstances haven’t changed, my perspective has. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;During hard times, we need each other for encouragement and support.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt; Don't shut down or shut the world out when you're hurting. Reach out and take a handful of love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;I hope and pray that my personal Journal entries encourage and minister to you. I would love to hear about your story, what God is doing in your life and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt; the cries of your heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;I would love to pray with you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Email me.. &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/JoshuaCCinc@gmail.com"&gt;JoshuaCCinc@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;With Much Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=zephaniah%203;&amp;amp;version=31;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=zephaniah%203;&amp;amp;version=31;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i174.photobucket.com/albums/w113/candiache/Signatures/LadyVSig3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3144534449666162043-1984957756380845073?l=inourquietestmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inourquietestmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/1984957756380845073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3144534449666162043&amp;postID=1984957756380845073&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3144534449666162043/posts/default/1984957756380845073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3144534449666162043/posts/default/1984957756380845073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inourquietestmoments.blogspot.com/2009/07/quieting-you-with-his-love.html' title='Quieting You with His Love'/><author><name>Veronica Schultz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07599860192467956458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AcirQlMPNcs/S5sGZ_1TIUI/AAAAAAAAAPA/VS-eqIEqhN4/S220/IMG_0025.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AcirQlMPNcs/SkwS48eB9mI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/hnocX_VJj1A/s72-c/fixeyesonjesus-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3144534449666162043.post-612293803211003135</id><published>2009-06-26T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T00:25:59.398-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Individuality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crushed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jeremiah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emptiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trust'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lord'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Identity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Believe'/><title type='text'>From Crutches To Healing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AcirQlMPNcs/SkXJA2Bcz_I/AAAAAAAAAL4/I04FKu0FU74/s1600-h/prayingsilhoette.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 135px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AcirQlMPNcs/SkXJA2Bcz_I/AAAAAAAAAL4/I04FKu0FU74/s200/prayingsilhoette.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351904748538482674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AcirQlMPNcs/SkXIecuEuxI/AAAAAAAAALg/OVBPbUdRjT8/s1600-h/heartbroken.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AcirQlMPNcs/SkXIecuEuxI/AAAAAAAAALg/OVBPbUdRjT8/s200/heartbroken.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351904157630774034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I’ll never forget the day I began to learn about leaning on the Lord rather than man. My husband had to speak very hard words to me, and he was hurting at the thought of doing it. We were upstairs in our room and it was a private moment between us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;He said, “Sweetheart, you look to me to provide you with all the love you need, and if I died giving you everything I had, it still would not be enough.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I was crushed and for the smallest moment, I felt very alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I wiped the tears rolling down my cheeks. I couldn’t speak; I couldn’t feel anything but pain. Then, the Lord spoke to me. He said, “Veronica, come seek from me everything you need. If you need love come to me, strength come, faith, healing, friendship, everything! Only I can provide for you perfectly. Only I will be there with you, forever. Only in me can you find the freedom, the joy and the peace to move and flow in a relationship with others.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;As time passed, I grew in my understanding of those very words the Lord spoke to me. There is a scripture that I want to share with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Jeremiah 17:5 &amp;amp; 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thus says the Lord: Cursed [with great evil] is the strong man who trusts in and relies on frail man, making weak [human] flesh his arm, and whose mind and heart turn aside from the Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For he shall be like a shrub or a person naked and destitute in the desert; and he shall not see any good come, but shall dwell in the parched places in the wilderness, in an uninhabited salt land.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I was raised to look to my parents for every need, every decision, even direction from God. So this lesson was extremely difficult for me to grasp at first. I was used to seeking man for my every need. Now the Lord was trying to teach me a new way; and I understood the concept of leaning on Him, but I didn’t have a clue as how to do it, not until God showed me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;When I look back on that day, I can hear the Lord directing my husband with the wisdom to say those words. Although they crushed me for the moment, they were words of life. As relationships came and left, as they always do, my relationship in the Lord has kept me unwavering and secure. For those who have abandoned me, left my life or just drifted off, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I’ve been able to bear the loss in a healthy way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;The Lord cautions us to not to turn our mind nor our heart from Him. When we do, we have a propensity to mislay our individuality, our identity in a relationship with another person. Consequently, when we loose that relationship, we feel they take a piece of us with them and we fight to get it back. This can impede us from moving forward. We dwell on them, we wish that they still loved us, we can even become obsessive. This brings devastation and emptiness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;And if that is not enough, this also gives the other person a power to control us, to make us miserable with their mind games. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;After the Lord told me in verses 5 and 6 how naked and destitute I will be if I lean on man for my needs only the Lord can meet; He then tells me in verses 7 and 8 that I will be like a tree planted by water with my roots having grown deep, green and healthy; able to withstand a season of famine, if I my identity is found in Him. You see, the Lord protects our identity and our individuality. Everything about us, even the number of hairs on our head is important to Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Jeremiah 17:7 &amp;amp; 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;[Most] blessed is the man who believes in, trusts in, and relies on the Lord, and whose hope and confidence the Lord is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; For he shall be like a tree planted by the waters that spreads out its roots by the river; and it shall not see and fear when heat comes; but its leaf shall be green. It shall not be anxious and full of care in the year of drought, nor shall it cease yielding fruit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Man is frail and God says so! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;There is no way they can possibly meet our deepest needs. Not even in marriage. This does not mean that having a relationship isn’t fulfilling or that it doesn’t bring joy. It certainly can! What it does mean is that if our identity is in Christ, if we seek Him first before all else, then what the relationship gives us is an added bonus; plus it allows us to live freely in that relationship, without unhealthy expectations. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;The last thing I want to share is that I am writing this from my own personal experience. I understand loss. I understand how it feels to be betrayed. I understand the pain, but I also understand the Lord’s provision and love given freely. The hope and healing He has given me and offers to you. With Him we can survive a time of loss. We can endure with the Lords grace a time of transition, from one season to another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Below is the link to Jeremiah 17.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=jeremiah%2017;&amp;amp;version=45;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=jeremiah%2017;&amp;amp;version=45;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;With much love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i174.photobucket.com/albums/w113/candiache/Signatures/LadyVSig3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3144534449666162043-612293803211003135?l=inourquietestmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inourquietestmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/612293803211003135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3144534449666162043&amp;postID=612293803211003135&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3144534449666162043/posts/default/612293803211003135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3144534449666162043/posts/default/612293803211003135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inourquietestmoments.blogspot.com/2009/06/from-crutches-to-healing.html' title='From Crutches To Healing'/><author><name>Veronica Schultz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07599860192467956458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AcirQlMPNcs/S5sGZ_1TIUI/AAAAAAAAAPA/VS-eqIEqhN4/S220/IMG_0025.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AcirQlMPNcs/SkXJA2Bcz_I/AAAAAAAAAL4/I04FKu0FU74/s72-c/prayingsilhoette.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3144534449666162043.post-6916488407508484042</id><published>2009-06-24T00:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T23:51:14.237-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Promise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abundant Prosperity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotionally'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Posture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spiritually'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lord'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humble'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reputation'/><title type='text'>The Man On The Bench</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AcirQlMPNcs/SkHdYAk7CyI/AAAAAAAAAK4/wBtYDuSL6yQ/s1600-h/garyoldmanFINAL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 211px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AcirQlMPNcs/SkHdYAk7CyI/AAAAAAAAAK4/wBtYDuSL6yQ/s320/garyoldmanFINAL.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350801236834323234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AcirQlMPNcs/SkHdOw6ATfI/AAAAAAAAAKw/P1R0vwUtFjU/s1600-h/bench-1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 192px; height: 192px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AcirQlMPNcs/SkHdOw6ATfI/AAAAAAAAAKw/P1R0vwUtFjU/s200/bench-1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350801078008958450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“Kayla! Where you going?” Sis called as I flew out the door. I caught the door before it slammed and replied, “Down to the park”. Ow! Bright! I shielded my eyes; the sun was always too bright after being indoors. I couldn’t walk fast enough and ran part of the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wondered what he would be uttering today. I noticed him weeks ago and was curious, always alone and always there. Was he interesting? Why was he always there? Did he live around here? Did he have family that cared about him? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I’ve never spoken to him and I hadn’t noticed that anyone else did either. He liked to occupy the benches on the far edge of the park. It was shaded by scattered trees and covered with beautiful grass, which the kids adopted as a popular place to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I had no idea of his mumblings until I retrieved the ball Tanya tossed over by him accidently. It caught my attention so I stopped to listen for a few minutes, but Tanya became impatient. “Kayla, c’mon”, she nagged. I looked at her with an irritated smile and then turned back to him. I strained to tune out the park noise and listen. “Kayla!” she screamed. Reacting to her call, I looked at her, then hesitated and listened again, but only for a moment more. Then turning, I walked  slowly towards Tanya with a glare. I didn’t want her screaming again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I sighed and shook my head. Tanya was so self absorbed, but I loved her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I couldn’t wait to go back. Tanya would call and ask me to join her, “No thanks”, was my reply. I wouldn’t tell her why, no matter how much she begged, I would just say that I was busy. I laughed as I could see in my mind, Tanya finding me at the park if I had told her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;His words were mesmerizing. He said things that made my heart tingle. I had never felt that way before and it kept drawing me back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I rounded the last house blocking my view from the park and saw him. Same place, but today he wasn’t alone, again. Two others joined us yesterday, and I wondered if they would be back today? Maybe they wondered what drew me to sit with him for hours and came to check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I took in a deep breath. My lungs burned after running and walking so fast, for so long. I clutched my chest, placing my hand over my heart, as though it would calm my fast beating heart, and went to sit down with the others. I looked around and marveled. Adults, teenagers, about 5 other than me, were here today. WOW! I smiled back at the lady I saw yesterday. I sat on the grass and crossed my legs to listen to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ps. 37:11 But the humble will inherit the land, and will delight themselves in abundant prosperity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The wicked plot, but God just laughs. The wicked are defiant. They attack with words. They seek to destroy those who are or appear weaker. They rage against those who keep a conviction, who are stepping out for God in faith. They try to destroy their faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But their own venom will come back to hurt them. Their own words will backfire and show them selves for their deceit and wickedness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Godly have less friends than the wicked. The Godly are moved forward spiritually, emotionally, physically and are blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The wicked fall, their strength is shattered, their friends betray them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The steps of the godly are directed by the Lord. He delights in every detail of their lives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Though they stumble, they will not fall, for the Lord holds them by the hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Those with evil intentions, spy on the godly. They seek to find fault, so they can accuse them and destroy their reputation. But God will not permit His to be condemned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Lord moves on our behalf. He is moving behind the scenes. So be patient and don’t get discouraged while waiting. And, while we’re waiting – keep moving as God has already directed. Waiting doesn’t mean to stop – it just means to be confident in your expectancy of Gods justice. Keep your mind focused on the job put before you. Travel steadily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Moving steadily is a posture. Posture – staying balanced, confident, faith in God, persevering, joyous, gentleness and humble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;God will honor you by giving you the promise of His plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“groooooowl”, my tummy rumbled. I hadn’t even noticed that the sun was setting. I must’ve been there for hours. I got up to leave. I looked back at him longingly as the distance between us grew. I wanted to talk to him, but I felt weird and embarrassed. Where was my courage, I chided myself.  I would try and find it tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I snuggled in bed, showering and eating always makes me tired. Who is this Jesus he talks about? I want to know..drifted off to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;G’night Kayla.. Sweet dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My Friend, I hope you were blessed and enjoyed the format I chose for this posting. Below is the link for Psalms 37. I hope you enjoy it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=23&amp;amp;chapter=37&amp;amp;version=49"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=23&amp;amp;chapter=37&amp;amp;version=49&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;With much love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i174.photobucket.com/albums/w113/candiache/Signatures/LadyVSig6_phixr.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3144534449666162043-6916488407508484042?l=inourquietestmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inourquietestmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/6916488407508484042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3144534449666162043&amp;postID=6916488407508484042&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3144534449666162043/posts/default/6916488407508484042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3144534449666162043/posts/default/6916488407508484042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inourquietestmoments.blogspot.com/2009/06/man-on-bench.html' title='The Man On The Bench'/><author><name>Veronica Schultz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07599860192467956458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AcirQlMPNcs/S5sGZ_1TIUI/AAAAAAAAAPA/VS-eqIEqhN4/S220/IMG_0025.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AcirQlMPNcs/SkHdYAk7CyI/AAAAAAAAAK4/wBtYDuSL6yQ/s72-c/garyoldmanFINAL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3144534449666162043.post-2716620937898378511</id><published>2009-06-20T02:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T13:14:20.958-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loyalty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Betrayed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trust'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Encourage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Precious'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fragile'/><title type='text'>Humpty Dumpty Had An Iron Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AcirQlMPNcs/Sk5mk9OjK2I/AAAAAAAAAM4/gcP7g_mNw_o/s1600-h/clueless.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AcirQlMPNcs/Sk5mk9OjK2I/AAAAAAAAAM4/gcP7g_mNw_o/s200/clueless.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354329792087010146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AcirQlMPNcs/Sk5meGYhsQI/AAAAAAAAAMw/VhnqPqARU3o/s1600-h/humpty+dumpty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AcirQlMPNcs/Sk5meGYhsQI/AAAAAAAAAMw/VhnqPqARU3o/s200/humpty+dumpty.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354329674285691138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I wrote this when I discovered that I began to shut out from my heart, anyone who could hurt me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Ever since I was a little girl I had been hurt by those closest to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;The pain grew to a crescendo just a few years ago. I lost my relationship with my mom and dad, and then my husband shut down on me for a time, I had no one to turn too. No one to comfort me. No one to encourage me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Funny thing about those situations are, that if I had asked for help, there would have been people who would have given it with joy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;But people hurting as bad as I was, end up putting up walls to protect them selves. The irony of that is they also keep out the one's who could help. We really are fragile. Our minds, our hearts... under the right amount of strain and we can break.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Humpty Dumpty seemed happy sitting on his wall. Humpty Dumpty lost hope and had a great fall. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;If it was simply the question we ask, do you love me, then the reply could be just as simple, Yes, I do. But, it is much deeper than accepting as true that someone says I love you. It is knowing the depth of loyalty, devotion and affection from one to the other. It is a matter of believing that someone can be trusted enough to let them in to know and hold precious the secrets that make you you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;For the injured one there may be a few they have let in part way, but even that produces a panic that strikes in the pit of their stomach, leaving them with the sensation of something dreadful about to happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;When that trust has been betrayed and damaged, the injured one proceeds as follows:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Picture if you can, my heart, not red and healthy, but one that is turning Rust as a film of iron grows to cover and protect. When the process is complete, the key slot will be the only access point. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;The key that will allow you into my heart, I will hide it. I will not allow anyone find it. Anything precious, my thoughts, feelings, trusts, anything that means something to me will not be available for you or anyone else to injure. I am locking you out of the deepest parts of who I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;If you feel like Humpty Dumpty, don't give up. Oh, please don't give up. I want you to meet my absolute best, best friend, Jesus. I know you might have heard people say disgruntled things about Him, and it's given you questions, false notions and fears about Him. But, don't you think it's time to reach out? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Look at what He told me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I promise in My word, and I am not a man that would lie, "I will not Condemn you". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Condemn: (by the Websters dictionary) to declare to be reprehensible, wrong, or evil usually after weighing evidence and without reservation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I love you and created you to have a relationship with Me. I long for it. I desire it. I'm waiting for it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;God knew you would need to be reminded that He has always been and forever will be, with you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;He was with you when you were happy... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;When you were sad... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;When you did things good and not so good... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;He was with you when you struggled with your thoughts... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;And when you said things you regret... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;He was with you when your friends rejected you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;And when you were alone... He was with you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;He was with you when you ignored Him... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;And when you needed Him.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;He has never, ever left you; and you haven't surprised Him one bit, with anything you have done or thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;So, don't let the thoughts from the enemy convince you that you should be ashamed, embarrassed or fearful to talk freely with Him. The enemy wants nothing more, than to separate you from the never ending goodness God is to you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;He LOVES you unconditionally and &lt;em&gt;if you want to be&lt;/em&gt;, you are already forgiven, for all of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i174.photobucket.com/albums/w113/candiache/Signatures/LadyVSig6_phixr.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3144534449666162043-2716620937898378511?l=inourquietestmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inourquietestmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/2716620937898378511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3144534449666162043&amp;postID=2716620937898378511&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3144534449666162043/posts/default/2716620937898378511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3144534449666162043/posts/default/2716620937898378511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inourquietestmoments.blogspot.com/2009/06/humpty-dumpty-had-iron-heart.html' title='Humpty Dumpty Had An Iron Heart'/><author><name>Veronica Schultz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07599860192467956458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AcirQlMPNcs/S5sGZ_1TIUI/AAAAAAAAAPA/VS-eqIEqhN4/S220/IMG_0025.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AcirQlMPNcs/Sk5mk9OjK2I/AAAAAAAAAM4/gcP7g_mNw_o/s72-c/clueless.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3144534449666162043.post-7724185470311317238</id><published>2009-06-17T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T07:16:11.961-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1 Corthinthians 13:4-8'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Attitudes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Selfishness'/><title type='text'>Building the relationship that you’ve always wanted…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AcirQlMPNcs/SjnMMtFn_cI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/MHpnf5vtDCk/s1600-h/love-and-relationship-problems.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 179px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AcirQlMPNcs/SjnMMtFn_cI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/MHpnf5vtDCk/s200/love-and-relationship-problems.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348530551112859074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AcirQlMPNcs/SjnL_TMkv2I/AAAAAAAAAJo/A7_7UyafvjA/s1600-h/aaaaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AcirQlMPNcs/SjnL_TMkv2I/AAAAAAAAAJo/A7_7UyafvjA/s200/aaaaa.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348530320824385378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;elationships aren’t about power but that's exactly how we use them. With God, we want Him to bless us, heal us, do it our way and in our timing. And boy do we throw a huge tantrum when it doesn’t work like that. What happens in the relationships we have with our mates, children, friends and parents? Oh, it’s very much the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;When I think about my motives and watch them, I see that I tend to operate along these lines. I have to continually check myself to know where my heart is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Those attitudes, “control and selfishness” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;a core problem within our relationships&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;While none of us wants to acknowledge that we really behave like that, we all do, and we come to realize the difficulty of change. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;So how do we change something that is so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;deep-rooted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;With an an open heart and a willing spirit, God promises us that "all things are possible through him who helps us".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A great start would be to acknowledge that we would rather be heard than to take the time to listen. Listening is a beautiful quality and it’s why I’m going to point out that we have 2 ears and 1 mouth. It implies that we need to listen twice as much as we talk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Recently my husband and I argued about a selfish attitude we saw in each other. During our discussion *cough* fight *Cough* we were bent on each other hearing the other out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;It took little time to realize we were getting angrier and louder. If we allowed it to continue, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;we would soon have regressed to the cold shoulder and stewing unkind words in our minds leading to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;unresolved, unforgiving issues between us. Sound familiar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The desire to be heard is so strong, i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;t takes a great deal of staying power to stop arguing in the middle of flared emotions! It’s important that we stop to listen, that we validate the other.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Selfishness prevents us from seeing truth in our situation, so if we can step outside of the selfish attitude, we usually find that the other has a valid point!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I began to see positive changes in my relationships after I asked God to help me see me with truth. I was aware there was a need for change and I wanted change but had no idea how to bring it about. My intial prayer was many years ago and back then I knew I wasn’t perfect, but had the false notion I was close enough to it. So God had his work cut out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I'm not proud that I still have undesirable selfish moments, but... If you and I stay watchful of our thoughts, and stop selfishness in it's tracks, we should be able to carry out these next steps successfully.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I practice listening in every relationship I have. I listen first then ask questions about them. I am not quick to share about me yet, that comes later. Remembering, as a servant, my needs are last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;In any conversation, I do not plan what I’m going to say while listening. I empty my mind and truly listen. In a fight, I validate their concerns. I might repeat their complaint back to them to make sure I understand. I discuss the matter at hand only and do not bring up past wrongs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I don't yell back when they are yelling at me. We often don’t know what to do with ourselves when we aren’t defending “us”. It’s uncomfortable to just stand there, but it’s what I do. When they are done yelling, I ask if we can calmly discuss it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Above all, I separate love from the things I am angry about, in another words, I never use love as a weapon. An example of doing so would be to say something like, “I don’t love you. I am angry at what you did”. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Instead, I reassure the one I’m talking to, that I love them in spite of the fact that I’m mad; that my love has not and will never change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;There is so much to say on this, but I hope this will give you a great start. Feel free to contact me if you have questions. I am happy to help in any way that I can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;God’s word brings life. So, I wanted to leave the best part for last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Romans 12:1-2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So here's what I want you to do, God helping you: Take your everyday, ordinary life—your sleeping, eating, going-to-work, and walking-around life—and place it before God as an offering. Embracing what God does for you is the best thing you can do for him. Don't become so well-adjusted to your culture that you fit into it without even thinking. Instead, fix your attention on God. You'll be changed from the inside out. Readily recognize what he wants from you, and quickly respond to it. Unlike the culture around you, always dragging you down to its level of immaturity, God brings the best out of you, develops well-formed maturity in you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1 Corinthians 13:4-8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i174.photobucket.com/albums/w113/candiache/Signatures/LadyVSig3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3144534449666162043-7724185470311317238?l=inourquietestmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inourquietestmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/7724185470311317238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3144534449666162043&amp;postID=7724185470311317238&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3144534449666162043/posts/default/7724185470311317238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3144534449666162043/posts/default/7724185470311317238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inourquietestmoments.blogspot.com/2009/06/building-relationship-that-youve-always.html' title='Building the relationship that you’ve always wanted…'/><author><name>Veronica Schultz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07599860192467956458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AcirQlMPNcs/S5sGZ_1TIUI/AAAAAAAAAPA/VS-eqIEqhN4/S220/IMG_0025.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AcirQlMPNcs/SjnMMtFn_cI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/MHpnf5vtDCk/s72-c/love-and-relationship-problems.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3144534449666162043.post-1597375520619427240</id><published>2009-06-13T00:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T16:17:11.761-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian Journey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>What do you do while down in the mud?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AcirQlMPNcs/SjNUCdFHwkI/AAAAAAAAAG8/fQ2-apa2oc4/s1600-h/1130889domestic-pig-wallowing-in-mud-usa-posters+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AcirQlMPNcs/SjNUCdFHwkI/AAAAAAAAAG8/fQ2-apa2oc4/s200/1130889domestic-pig-wallowing-in-mud-usa-posters+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346709583761490498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;I was talking to my girlfriend when the Lord showed me something thru the very words I said to her. “We have been high on the hog and we have been low in the mud. What I learned to do while in the mud, was to take a mud bath and refresh my skin.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;We can loose faith in hard times. So many things beat us down in our mind; the enemy, our circumstances, family members, friends, strangers and the list goes on. So when we find people who are encouraging, it’s a real gift. I appreciate the family and friends I have. Sometimes, I just can’t stand without their help. Too many times, we are told encouraging words by well meaning saints; we’re expected to liven up, forge up and forget the sorrows. To recognizing God’s Word is truth. Well, I don’t know if you have noticed, but I have. It’s not like that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Growing into our faith walk with Christ is a journey of many experiences. Experiences He permits into our lives. When I think about this, the man from the Old Testament named Job comes to mind. Satan stands before God, accusing Job of being a fake worshiper. “He won’t worship You when he isn’t blessed and protected by your hand”, said Satan. Remember what God did? He gave Satan permission to bring a limited attack upon Job. The story ends great. Job never gave up on God and God does know, He does plan and He gives permission for all things to come into our lives. Nothing is a surprise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Briefly, I want to share with you the life changing events that started 9 years ago.  With a bird’s eye view, you will see the difficulties. We are still watching and waiting to see what God is doing. If it’s ok with you, bullet form might be best. It just seems simple and easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;•Refinanced house, falsified documents and Loan Company closed doors. - Unresolved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;•Serious medical problems for me 2005. - Resolving&lt;br /&gt;•A separation from an unhealthy relationships with family. 2006 – Unresolved&lt;br /&gt;•Eric has job loss. - Resolved&lt;br /&gt;•Economy took a dive in 2005, our homes slipped into foreclosure. – Unresolved&lt;br /&gt;•Marital Problems began 2006 – Resolving 2009&lt;br /&gt;•Huge debt accumulated. - Unresolved&lt;br /&gt;•November 2008 Eric has 2nd job loss, still unemployed. - Unresolved&lt;br /&gt;•January 13 2009 son had disabling car accident, shattering both legs – Resolving&lt;br /&gt;•January 14 2009 I was due to leave my marriage for a new life – Resolving and staying&lt;br /&gt;•February 2009, daughter pregnant and sick – Resolving and baby is healthy&lt;br /&gt;•March 2009, started lawsuit to try and keep house. - Unresolved&lt;br /&gt;•April 2009, husband gets sick, vomiting, passing out, coughing. Trips to ER – Unresolved&lt;br /&gt;•June, husband diagnosed with diabetes – Unresolved, being watched. Still coughing and vomitning.&lt;br /&gt;•Life changing diet lasting a year or more for me due to the Yeast medical condition. – Unresolved&lt;br /&gt;•July 2009 Bank illegally sold our loan to investment co. Lawsuit became risky. Accepted cash for keys. Had 1 week to move out, find another place to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;I know you must have questions running through your mind about these events. They are huge. I didn’t know if I should share the details with you. Not because I didn’t want to, I just didn’t know if it would hold your interest.  Each one of these events though, has been a tough, heart wrenching ordeal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Before all that started, we had good job, a nice income, owned 5 homes and had nice cars. We had it all. We knew what it felt like to live high on the hog. Today, we are in the mud; Jobless (there goes medical), moneyless and status-less. Look how God provided though, because of our son’s accident, we found out that there is a free medical offered to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;poor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;. (That feels weird to say. Laughing!) God reminds us that He takes care of our needs. To the Israelis, God said, “remember when I took you through the desert those 40 years? You were not wanting for anything. Even the soles of your shoes didn’t wear out.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;It’s that medical we used for Eric when I had to call 911 a month ago. I couldn’t get him to stop vomiting. That was a scary but interesting night, because God met me later. This night was part of that journey that changed my faith walk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;We arrived at the ER by ambulance. During the ride the EMT's had stabilized Eric, so the hospital staff asked us to wait out in the waiting room. Confused and furious I asked for a manager to complain. It did no good. I have never heard of a patient arriving by ambulance, being asked to get off the gurney and wait in the waiting room. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Well, 5 hours later, we were called into a room. Eric got up on the bed, and I sat to fume on the only uncomfortable chair in the room. It was then God spoke to me. He said, “Veronica, you have experienced good living, great medical and good treatment. Now let yourself experience the opposite side of the spectrum.” I understood what He was asking from me and accepted it with humility. I grabbed a blanket to lie out on the floor and without delay, fell asleep until the doctor came in 4 hours later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;I can see some of what God is doing. I can see and feel the changes happening in my heart. It’s amazing the things we expect from God. We don’t realize or want to acknowledge the vast span of expectations we have. We read and quote scripture saying that God blesses His children and understand those blessing should not be materialistic. But in actuality, we don’t want to receive it and it’s a lie from Satan. His lies separate us from Christ. We become &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;disenchanted with Him and that’s not at all what God wants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;The truth is, God is good when we are poor. God is good when we are sick. God is good when we have and when we don’t. He is good all the time, no matter what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;In your tragedies, look for someone who can keep you grounded in God, protected and uplifted. Let yourself move and flow with the events God is sending your way. Get rid of all expectations. Allow God to take you on a journey that will change you forever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Why Take a Mud Bath?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;The most proven reason to take a mud bath is that it's relaxing. Being cocooned and buoyed up in the warm, soft mixture simply sucks all the stress out. The temperature makes you perspire, which cleans the pores. Health benefits are not proven, but a mud bath is claimed to improve the complexion, relieve joint and muscle pain and remove toxins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Isn't it an interesting thought, that when God gets us in the mud, it's for our health? Go ahead and laugh. I thought it was funny too. I left you the link incase you are interested in soaking in the mud. "grins"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://gocalifornia.about.com/od/canapacalisspas/a/mud_bath.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;http://gocalifornia.about.com/od/canapacalisspas/a/mud_bath.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i174.photobucket.com/albums/w113/candiache/Signatures/LadyVSig4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3144534449666162043-1597375520619427240?l=inourquietestmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inourquietestmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/1597375520619427240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3144534449666162043&amp;postID=1597375520619427240&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3144534449666162043/posts/default/1597375520619427240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3144534449666162043/posts/default/1597375520619427240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inourquietestmoments.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-do-you-do-in-mud.html' title='What do you do while down in the mud?'/><author><name>Veronica Schultz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07599860192467956458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AcirQlMPNcs/S5sGZ_1TIUI/AAAAAAAAAPA/VS-eqIEqhN4/S220/IMG_0025.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AcirQlMPNcs/SjNUCdFHwkI/AAAAAAAAAG8/fQ2-apa2oc4/s72-c/1130889domestic-pig-wallowing-in-mud-usa-posters+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3144534449666162043.post-6718902354033338447</id><published>2009-06-11T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T07:16:38.490-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Never to old to learn. Never to young to teach.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AcirQlMPNcs/SjHIugehyJI/AAAAAAAAAG0/ebV8ajcEuQc/s1600-h/z4xdyv3rijxii5efoopvct55_Crab+1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 196px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AcirQlMPNcs/SjHIugehyJI/AAAAAAAAAG0/ebV8ajcEuQc/s200/z4xdyv3rijxii5efoopvct55_Crab+1.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346274933983004818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;My son &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Phen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;, hubby Eric, and I stopped at the Chinese Buffet for dinner tonight. It was almost &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;hysterical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt; how dorky I was trying to figure out how to eat crab legs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I know, I know... you pro crab eaters can laugh it up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Poor things were being &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;mutilated. Pieces of crab meat flying all over the place as I tried one way, then another. During the mayhem, I handed a leg to my son and asked, "can you show me". He tried breaking, twisting.. and then was quiet for a minute. Curious I looked up from my own destruction. Out of the silence, "Mom? Here, look." He broke it with ease, pulled the meat out perfectly and smiled. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;"How did you figure that out?", I asked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;With a cheesy grin and a lot of tact, he pointed to the 8 yr old boy next table over...successfully eating his crab legs with perfect precision and joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Never to old to learn, Never to young to teach. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i174.photobucket.com/albums/w113/candiache/Signatures/LadyVSig4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3144534449666162043-6718902354033338447?l=inourquietestmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inourquietestmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/6718902354033338447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3144534449666162043&amp;postID=6718902354033338447&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3144534449666162043/posts/default/6718902354033338447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3144534449666162043/posts/default/6718902354033338447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inourquietestmoments.blogspot.com/2009/06/never-to-old-to-learn-never-to-young-to.html' title='Never to old to learn. Never to young to teach.'/><author><name>Veronica Schultz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07599860192467956458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AcirQlMPNcs/S5sGZ_1TIUI/AAAAAAAAAPA/VS-eqIEqhN4/S220/IMG_0025.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AcirQlMPNcs/SjHIugehyJI/AAAAAAAAAG0/ebV8ajcEuQc/s72-c/z4xdyv3rijxii5efoopvct55_Crab+1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3144534449666162043.post-5381999091267081386</id><published>2009-06-02T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T07:18:11.689-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guidance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fatigue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Symptoms'/><title type='text'>Candidias or better known as Yeast has invaded my body…Help!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AcirQlMPNcs/SiUg2TJUrpI/AAAAAAAAAGs/KFG22lt8eAg/s1600-h/l_45b5e0ccfaaa4c3c857202d2352e3458.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AcirQlMPNcs/SiUg2TJUrpI/AAAAAAAAAGs/KFG22lt8eAg/s200/l_45b5e0ccfaaa4c3c857202d2352e3458.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342712650169364114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;God has a way of bringing back memories, slipping thoughts and ideas into our minds. He sends people with the right words to get us to the information we need. That’s what He did for me. My hope is, this information helps you or someone you know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Candidias&lt;/span&gt; or better known as Yeast has invaded my body…Help!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;For years I suffered with this constant returning, nagging yeast infection. It took me weeks of cream therapy to find relief. Even the pill my Doctor gave me to kill fungus stopped working well. It was maddening, watching and feeling all these symptoms and with little or no relief. If you are a woman reading this, and you have had a yeast infection, then you know all too well the embarrassing desire to scratch the crotch, (even out in public). Oh the torment!! We quickly excuse ourselves to the ladies room to get in a good scratch for relief.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;My symptoms finally extended past the *private area* and into the body. Can this happen? Oh, you betcha it can. It’s called Chronic &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Candidias&lt;/span&gt;/ Yeast syndrome or some intelligent scientific name like that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;For me, I had itchiness over many parts of my body (slightly bothersome), as well as very mild skin irritations. My fatigue made me feel like I was getting lazy; the cognitive difficulties, which has to do with the mind, tricked me into thinking old age was coming early. There was the abdominal discomfort and gas that plagued me, and not just me, but my precious little family (with whom I love to share everything with). This is me laughing as I am writing this!! At home, I could easily clear a room sending family members scrambling for fresh air. Although this was amusing and brought laughter amongst us, I'd prefer to not have the problem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Lately I began to have pain in my hands and stomach. After repeated, repeated trips (yes I meant to double that word) to the Doctors who then prescribed pain relieving pills for the pain in my hands, antacid pills for my stomach, oral pills to kill fungus and vaginal cream for the Candida yeast infections; I was still suffering. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, this is that God thing I told you about) I remembered a story my brother told me years ago about a co-worker who had a yeast reaction to sugar. This set my mind to doing some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; research on the subject matter at hand and found information about a condition called chronic &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Candidiasis&lt;/span&gt; or yeast syndrome. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;This is a quote from one of the sites I found, it's URL is &lt;a href="http://guardian.co.tt/features/life/2009/03/08/living-candida"&gt;http://guardian.co.tt/features/life/2009/03/08/living-candida&lt;/a&gt;. Take a look at the article when you can. “Candida like everything else if left untreated can become chronic and overproduction of Candida can lead to a wide range of physical and mental symptoms. It can manifest as abdominal pain, fatigue, skin infections, and even cognitive difficulties. There appears to be such an extent of problems related to Candida overgrowth that Candida is often dismissed as a “cause.” In chronic &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Candidiasis&lt;/span&gt;, the rapidly multiplying Candida changes form. It morphs into its dangerous fungal state and spreads. The fungal form of Candida produces &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;rhizoids&lt;/span&gt;—hook-shaped barbed appendages that cut into tissue and membranes, causing pain and other harmful symptoms. If not treated, a condition called Leaky Gut Syndrome can develop in the intestinal tract.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Sounds fun &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;doesn&lt;/span&gt;’t it? I thought, Yuk! Scary!! WOW, this can get really, really serious. I began to follow the diet recommended. Now I’m finding relief from those embarrassing, crotch inviting scratching moments, as well as the other symptoms too. We Play an important role in helping our Doctor diagnose us. With research and awareness of our symptoms in detail, we can help them better diagnose and treat us. Knowledge is power! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;So there you have it! Oh wait! I said something about diet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t I? I’m not going to discuss what I eat in this blog, I’d prefer you read about it yourself. I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; included a few URL links below for you to check out. My hope is that you might come across information extremely important to you and what your body needs. This doesn't mean I won't talk about it with you. So just contact me by any of my listed ways to do so on my blog page  =] … and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;btw&lt;/span&gt;..happy reading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.curezone.com/diseases/candida/"&gt;http://www.curezone.com/diseases/candida/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://candidapage.com/candiet.txt"&gt;http://candidapage.com/candiet.txt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.disabled-world.com/artman/publish/candida_.shtml"&gt;http://www.disabled-world.com/artman/publish/candida_.shtml&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Remember, I wrote this to simply empower you with information. If you are struggling with the same symptoms, I urge you to discuss this information with your Doctor before you change your diet and lifestyle. Make sure your Doctor monitors your health.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i174.photobucket.com/albums/w113/candiache/Signatures/LadyVSig6_phixr.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3144534449666162043-5381999091267081386?l=inourquietestmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inourquietestmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/5381999091267081386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3144534449666162043&amp;postID=5381999091267081386&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3144534449666162043/posts/default/5381999091267081386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3144534449666162043/posts/default/5381999091267081386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inourquietestmoments.blogspot.com/2009/06/candidias-or-better-known-as-yeast-has.html' title='Candidias or better known as Yeast has invaded my body…Help!'/><author><name>Veronica Schultz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07599860192467956458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AcirQlMPNcs/S5sGZ_1TIUI/AAAAAAAAAPA/VS-eqIEqhN4/S220/IMG_0025.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AcirQlMPNcs/SiUg2TJUrpI/AAAAAAAAAGs/KFG22lt8eAg/s72-c/l_45b5e0ccfaaa4c3c857202d2352e3458.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3144534449666162043.post-7890918676418076081</id><published>2009-05-27T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T23:19:06.632-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Regrets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rejection'/><title type='text'>Always and Forever with you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AcirQlMPNcs/Sh3OHIq73TI/AAAAAAAAAGk/TpcKbn5oF5k/s1600-h/not+alone1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 175px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AcirQlMPNcs/Sh3OHIq73TI/AAAAAAAAAGk/TpcKbn5oF5k/s200/not+alone1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340651355113250098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;God knew you would need to be reminded that He has always been, and forever will be, with you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was with you when you were happy... &lt;br /&gt;When you were sad... &lt;br /&gt;When you did things good and not so good... &lt;br /&gt;He was with you when you struggled with your thoughts... &lt;br /&gt;When you said things you regret... &lt;br /&gt;He was with you when your friends rejected you...&lt;br /&gt;And when you were alone... He was with you...&lt;br /&gt;He was with you when you ignored Him... &lt;br /&gt;He was with you when you needed Him.... &lt;br /&gt;He has never, ever left you; and you haven't surprised Him one bit, NOT with any of it, nor have I... &lt;br /&gt;So, don't let the thoughts from the enemy convince you that you should be ashamed, embarrassed or fearful to talk freely with Him. The enemy wants nothing more, than to seperate you from the neverending goodness God is to you. &lt;br /&gt;He LOVES you!&lt;br /&gt;He LOVES you!&lt;br /&gt;He LOVES you unconditionally and you are already forgiven, for all of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;image class="centered"alt="post signature" src="http://i174.photobucket.com/albums/w113/candiache/Signatures/LadyVSig5_phixr-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3144534449666162043-7890918676418076081?l=inourquietestmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inourquietestmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/7890918676418076081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3144534449666162043&amp;postID=7890918676418076081&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3144534449666162043/posts/default/7890918676418076081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3144534449666162043/posts/default/7890918676418076081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inourquietestmoments.blogspot.com/2009/05/with-you.html' title='Always and Forever with you...'/><author><name>Veronica Schultz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07599860192467956458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AcirQlMPNcs/S5sGZ_1TIUI/AAAAAAAAAPA/VS-eqIEqhN4/S220/IMG_0025.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AcirQlMPNcs/Sh3OHIq73TI/AAAAAAAAAGk/TpcKbn5oF5k/s72-c/not+alone1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3144534449666162043.post-851163400703995992</id><published>2009-04-21T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T23:19:40.478-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pride'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Renewing Our Mind'/><title type='text'>The One That Worked Me Over</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AcirQlMPNcs/SfQeOqhChAI/AAAAAAAAAEk/98P-iHZj4qo/s1600-h/vivi+cleaning+swirly+emblum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 144px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AcirQlMPNcs/SfQeOqhChAI/AAAAAAAAAEk/98P-iHZj4qo/s200/vivi+cleaning+swirly+emblum.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328917496366007298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Pondering and cleaning? Naw I have to go with grumbling and cleaning... Most people can multi-task and I was doing it quite well, if I do say so myself. There I was grumbling to the Lord &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;about some idiotic things my favorite person was doing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I was doing it while cleaning the house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Oh boy, was i disgruntled. Like a hungry lion with no food in site. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;God decided it was time to take several of my &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; so good attitudes and do a work over; and because I don't listen right off, He has had to get my attention other ways. Well, without warning, lightening broke through the sky and zapped me right on the (pause), well nevermind where... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;, I would've totally deserved it, but instead God being gracious like He is, gently broke through my &lt;em&gt;acidic&lt;/em&gt; thoughts and asked me a significant question. This one question turned my thought life around. I began to learn how to control those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;grumbly&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;gripey&lt;/span&gt; attitudes by reminding myself that I am no better than the next person (I would like to add, that it felt like it took forever to learn. In the mean time, I learned to dodge lightening quite well *winks*). What you are about to read came from this life changing quiet moment with &lt;em&gt;The One That Worked Me Over&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;The One That Worked Me Over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;So, to get on with the story… I continued cleaning and God popped me the question, "Veronica, what is the difference between your pride and their addiction?” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Let’s see, did I rub my chin or scratch my head (or maybe I just stood there with my mouth gaping open. That would've been a beautiful site, eh?) while I took in that amazingly meditative question? Woah!! That was deep and it changed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;my attitude &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;about others &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;and the things they do (They’re still annoying though). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;You see… We all know that we like to secretly judge what others are doing. We even like to think that what we do is right (and of course it is, right?), while keeping tally of all the things others do wrong (You can buy a tally book like mine at www.TallysForLosers.com. Just kidding). On a serious note, while there are some things that have greater consequences than others, in God’s eyes there is no sin that is better or worse than any other sin. Sin is Sin, yo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Let’s  focus on ourselves above anyone else. Then with insight we can catch ourselves before we start heading down that dreary Judgment Alley. It's a spooky, dark and bustling place, that everyone gets sucked into. We easily get bumped and shoved due to all the travelers. The consequence for traveling this Alley &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;doesn&lt;/span&gt;’t seem to be painful enough; as we seem to enjoy going back over and over again (I usually travel it disguised, so no one knows it’s me, smart eh?).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Let’s be honest (*cough cough*), we all have a tendency to visit there, even when we know better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Remember that time you learned that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;reeeeeally&lt;/span&gt; hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; lesson (Ya, that one…), I’ll betcha anything that God had something to do with it. No matter how many times your family or friends told you, it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t hit you until God spoke to you in your quiet moment with Him (He worked YOU). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;We come to realize that God, the one that worked us over, will do the same for the pain in the ***** in our life. So now that we know this, we can relax and enjoy people for who they are, right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;One last final thought, we should clean our thoughts, not just our house...Yo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;image class="centered"alt="post signature" src="http://i174.photobucket.com/albums/w113/candiache/Signatures/LadyVSig3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3144534449666162043-851163400703995992?l=inourquietestmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inourquietestmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/851163400703995992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3144534449666162043&amp;postID=851163400703995992&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3144534449666162043/posts/default/851163400703995992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3144534449666162043/posts/default/851163400703995992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inourquietestmoments.blogspot.com/2009/04/one-that-worked-me-over.html' title='The One That Worked Me Over'/><author><name>Veronica Schultz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07599860192467956458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AcirQlMPNcs/S5sGZ_1TIUI/AAAAAAAAAPA/VS-eqIEqhN4/S220/IMG_0025.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AcirQlMPNcs/SfQeOqhChAI/AAAAAAAAAEk/98P-iHZj4qo/s72-c/vivi+cleaning+swirly+emblum.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3144534449666162043.post-3341988885938548011</id><published>2009-04-19T00:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T23:20:02.143-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tragedy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spirit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wounded'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I love You'/><title type='text'>If I Could Whisper I Love You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AcirQlMPNcs/Sh3NVvuUr8I/AAAAAAAAAGc/TBlaifHJ1qw/s1600-h/vik+n+omar+8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AcirQlMPNcs/Sh3NVvuUr8I/AAAAAAAAAGc/TBlaifHJ1qw/s200/vik+n+omar+8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340650506602983362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;There was a man that came into my life at a time I needed someone. The beginnings of love began to grow. When tragedy struck my life, he was gone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I was left with the realization, that he took advantage of me in a time of need. Played his game and left me with a wounded spirit. This poem came from that experience. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;In the beginning, as I made an effort to move ahead and heal, I struggled with rejection and worthlessness. I struggled with worthless wishing. I wanted to believe he was true. That I could tell him how much I loved him. Oh how I had wanted what used to be. I wished for it. I agonized over it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Then, one day… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I realized it hurt less. I thought of him less. I felt a tiny bit human once again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I know others, men and women alike have loved, have had a great love; have had their hearts broken and played with. I wanted to encourage you, it won’t hurt forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;If I could Whisper I love you…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;If I could tell you how much you m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;eant to me…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I would…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;If I could tell you all the times you made me smile…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I would…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;If I could show you how you made my heart sing…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I would…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;That you made me feel like someone…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I would…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;But after you lied, after you left, after you broke me…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I couldn’t…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;If I could whisper that I loved you, I would. Now…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I wouldn’t…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;image class="centered"alt="post signature" src="http://i174.photobucket.com/albums/w113/candiache/Signatures/LadyVSig6_phixr.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3144534449666162043-3341988885938548011?l=inourquietestmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inourquietestmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/3341988885938548011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3144534449666162043&amp;postID=3341988885938548011&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3144534449666162043/posts/default/3341988885938548011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3144534449666162043/posts/default/3341988885938548011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inourquietestmoments.blogspot.com/2009/04/there-was-man-that-came-into-my-life-at.html' title='If I Could Whisper I Love You'/><author><name>Veronica Schultz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07599860192467956458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AcirQlMPNcs/S5sGZ_1TIUI/AAAAAAAAAPA/VS-eqIEqhN4/S220/IMG_0025.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AcirQlMPNcs/Sh3NVvuUr8I/AAAAAAAAAGc/TBlaifHJ1qw/s72-c/vik+n+omar+8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3144534449666162043.post-1577945823169891000</id><published>2009-04-18T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T23:21:04.460-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Discernment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Expressions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quietly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personality'/><title type='text'>My Morning Mist</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AcirQlMPNcs/SfQidvPI6OI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ZUknzpUT_0E/s1600-h/morning+mist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 192px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AcirQlMPNcs/SfQidvPI6OI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ZUknzpUT_0E/s200/morning+mist.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328922153377655010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;My marriage had just gone through a real tough time, matter-of-fact, we almost lost it. There are so many differences we must understand and mindsets we must rid of to be able to have a healthy relationship with others. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;This day had been real hard emotionally. We had friends coming over in about an hour for a party and I was trying to find a way to relax. I often journal or write creatively in expression of how I feel internally to help me release and relax. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;I had been mulling over in my mind about the differences between Eric and I. The differences between the ways we show love. I have been slow in understanding my husbands ways, but they seem to be coming to light in my heart now. As this understanding took place I wrote this… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;I hope you enjoy it…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;And… He loved me quietly…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;I don’t know how to start really...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;When I think about him, I think about the morning mist. It comes quietly and without notice. It leaves the same way, but not without leaving its evidence of being there, droplets of life on everything...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Eric, my morning mist…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;It took me a long time to realize and appreciate the way he loved me. I wondered why he wasn’t as brilliant as the sun. I was looking for the sun, its directness, its warmth, its burn… As I tripped over this lack of discernment, I found myself finding fault with him. Fault for not loving me the right way. I wanted touches, and cooing words. I wanted outrageous displays of “I adore you”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;If he wasn’t displaying this type of emotion, I wondered if love was actually there. Oh how we deprive ourselves of time and wonderful moments when we can’t see the personality behind the person we love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;As I look back into the life we shared together, I saw that his quiet love was as faithful as the day that was sure to come, as steady as the ocean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Always there… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;And always mine…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;                           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;image class="centered"alt="post signature" src="http://i174.photobucket.com/albums/w113/candiache/Signatures/LadyVSig4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3144534449666162043-1577945823169891000?l=inourquietestmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inourquietestmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/1577945823169891000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3144534449666162043&amp;postID=1577945823169891000&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3144534449666162043/posts/default/1577945823169891000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3144534449666162043/posts/default/1577945823169891000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inourquietestmoments.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-marriage-had-just-gone-through-real.html' title='My Morning Mist'/><author><name>Veronica Schultz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07599860192467956458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AcirQlMPNcs/S5sGZ_1TIUI/AAAAAAAAAPA/VS-eqIEqhN4/S220/IMG_0025.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AcirQlMPNcs/SfQidvPI6OI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ZUknzpUT_0E/s72-c/morning+mist.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
