<?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-5481767355989238113</id><updated>2011-10-10T17:48:40.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Grace abounds...</title><subtitle type='html'>... when the condemned receive the washing from the fountain of the Bleeding Charity...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481767355989238113/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Esther</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMK_Ou7s_bU/TPL6RpRksbI/AAAAAAAAAR0/P43zKXVQ3jw/S220/Photo%2B792.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481767355989238113.post-4807776485626818049</id><published>2011-07-21T11:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T11:12:12.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You didn't care enough to remember</title><content type='html'>Today, a very dear and old friend rebuked me for not remembering things he had updated me about a couple weeks before. At first, I was really taken aback,"Is he being sarcastic? OMG, I think he's serious!" And he was.. The conversation took an awkward turn -- me, apologizing for hurting his feelings, and him, somewhat pointedly telling me again what he's up to these days.. and boy, is he having a hard time.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was deeply hurt that he said that to me -- mostly shocked.. I haven't had some one that close to me rebuke me so pointedly and forthrightly for a long time (maybe never)... Most people are a little more careful with their choice of words and gentility of relating the rebuke, and even if they weren't  -- they'd have had my permission to be frank with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure I was upset, but more crucially, I was alarmingly disappointed at the deterioration of my social abilities. After my friend's rant, I was completely unable to jump back into conversation like normal with him -- my heart kept palpitating and my spirit was disturbed within me. I started to judge him -- "Maybe he's having a hard time, and he's just being bitter towards me" -- "Dear God please heal his hurts"; "Dear Jesus, please teach him to speak with grace as You have given grace"; "God, remove whatever bitterness is in his heart and replace it with Your love.." -- This is where I stopped myself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT A HYPOCRITE I AM!!! and where do all these terrible thoughts come from!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of loving my brother and praying over him, I was internally judging him and trying to get God on my side by "praying". I just then realized what a vengeful and terrible girl I was -- and How Great God is for loving me. There is much work to be done in my person and by His grace, I shall grow out of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Jesus, Teach me how to love You and how to love others so that I may glorify Your Name. Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5481767355989238113-4807776485626818049?l=greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com/feeds/4807776485626818049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5481767355989238113&amp;postID=4807776485626818049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481767355989238113/posts/default/4807776485626818049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481767355989238113/posts/default/4807776485626818049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com/2011/07/you-didnt-care-enough-to-remember.html' title='You didn&apos;t care enough to remember'/><author><name>Esther</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMK_Ou7s_bU/TPL6RpRksbI/AAAAAAAAAR0/P43zKXVQ3jw/S220/Photo%2B792.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481767355989238113.post-2647826238323854060</id><published>2011-05-23T07:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T07:07:34.815-05:00</updated><title type='text'>must.. finish.. se..n..te..nce....</title><content type='html'>takes a deeep breath... and...  *EXPLODES in RANT*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's RIDICULOUS how tired one can be after 8 hours of sitting down at a desk staring at a computer.. I mean, we hardly ever move at all!? Hypothesis: The computer is an energy sapping magical creature, with the same affinity to tired eyes and carpal tunnel syndrome as a zombie is to brains..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All joking aside though.. there IS a reason I get paid every 28th of the month - part of it is to possess the ability to stay awake after lunch.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong ~ I kinda like my job.. and am SUPER thankful for it.. BUT seriously.. we kiasu Asians need to learn some lessons from the Spaniards, namely - allocating Siesta time for employees.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an Awake and chipper employee is 100% - undoubtedly - more resourceful to the company than one who is struggling to stay awake, regardless of the copious amounts of coffee consumed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end of rant..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phOoohh... I feel so much better now.. now off to bed again (at the ungodly hour of 9pm) before the rat race begins again tomorrow..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5481767355989238113-2647826238323854060?l=greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com/feeds/2647826238323854060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5481767355989238113&amp;postID=2647826238323854060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481767355989238113/posts/default/2647826238323854060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481767355989238113/posts/default/2647826238323854060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com/2011/05/must-finish-sentence.html' title='must.. finish.. se..n..te..nce....'/><author><name>Esther</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMK_Ou7s_bU/TPL6RpRksbI/AAAAAAAAAR0/P43zKXVQ3jw/S220/Photo%2B792.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481767355989238113.post-8703775137611247982</id><published>2011-04-05T04:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T04:47:04.057-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/rEzbwcMG9Gc" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take my life, and let it be consecrated, Lord, to Thee.&lt;br /&gt;Take my moments and my days; let them flow in ceaseless praise.&lt;br /&gt;Take my hands, and let them move at the impulse of Thy love.&lt;br /&gt;Take my feet, and let them be swift and beautiful for Thee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take my voice, and let me sing always, only, for my King.&lt;br /&gt;Take my lips, and let them be filled with messages from Thee.&lt;br /&gt;Take my silver and my gold; not a mite would I withhold.&lt;br /&gt;Take my intellect, and use every power as Thou shalt choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take my will, and make it Thine; it shall be no longer mine.&lt;br /&gt;Take my heart, it is Thine own; it shall be Thy royal throne.&lt;br /&gt;Take my love, my Lord, I pour at Thy feet its treasure store.&lt;br /&gt;Take myself, and I will be ever, only, all for Thee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5481767355989238113-8703775137611247982?l=greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com/feeds/8703775137611247982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5481767355989238113&amp;postID=8703775137611247982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481767355989238113/posts/default/8703775137611247982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481767355989238113/posts/default/8703775137611247982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com/2011/04/take-my-life-and-let-it-be-consecrated.html' title=''/><author><name>Esther</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMK_Ou7s_bU/TPL6RpRksbI/AAAAAAAAAR0/P43zKXVQ3jw/S220/Photo%2B792.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/rEzbwcMG9Gc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481767355989238113.post-4672292220707195067</id><published>2011-04-01T04:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T04:15:21.599-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Recent Lessons from Jesus</title><content type='html'>1. I am not a project - God does not want to fix me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. God is not disappointed in me. I bring Him joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What I do when I have no free time dictates my actions when I DO have free time - i.e. reading the Bible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Spending time in God's word during the good times build up a good habit of walking with Him, and during bad times, staying in the Word helps us build our muscles of faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. When we pray fervently in unity, it pleases God, and His presence will manifest ( not always noticeable when it happens, but you'll always feel it in hindsight )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. God is a God of Justice. There are many battles that He fought in the OT, and He will continue to do so today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Truth ≠ fact. Truth is from the word of God and is eternal; fact is what you see in the here and now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5481767355989238113-4672292220707195067?l=greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com/feeds/4672292220707195067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5481767355989238113&amp;postID=4672292220707195067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481767355989238113/posts/default/4672292220707195067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481767355989238113/posts/default/4672292220707195067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com/2011/04/recent-lessons-from-jesus.html' title='Recent Lessons from Jesus'/><author><name>Esther</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMK_Ou7s_bU/TPL6RpRksbI/AAAAAAAAAR0/P43zKXVQ3jw/S220/Photo%2B792.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481767355989238113.post-4215542383602548063</id><published>2011-03-29T00:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T00:54:52.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Savior, Redeemer, the Greatest who made Himself the least. My GOD the JUDGE.</title><content type='html'>He came to die for such as these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romans 1:28-32 (excerpt)&lt;br /&gt;..they did not think it worthwhile to retain the knowledge of God, so God gave them over to a depraved mind... filled with every kind of wickedness, evil, greed and depravity... full of envy, murder, strife, deceit and malice... gossips, slanderers, God-haters, insolent, arrogant and boastful; they invent ways of doing evil; they disobey their parents; they have no understanding, no fidelity, no love, no mercy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the world today, I can think of a few examples of these, one of them being the most recent case - &lt;a href="http://www.rollingstone.com/politics/news/the-kill-team-20110327?print=true"&gt;Kill teams in Afghanistan&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My GOD, My GOD, how far we have fallen from grace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What mercy, what love, what sacrifice. To take on the sins of these soldiers. To exchange righteousness, and innocence for such violence and bloodshed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY GOD WILL ARISE, and JUDGE the World. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;br /&gt;evil &lt;br /&gt;will &lt;br /&gt;be &lt;br /&gt;no &lt;br /&gt;more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5481767355989238113-4215542383602548063?l=greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com/feeds/4215542383602548063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5481767355989238113&amp;postID=4215542383602548063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481767355989238113/posts/default/4215542383602548063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481767355989238113/posts/default/4215542383602548063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-savior-redeemer-greatest-who-made.html' title='My Savior, Redeemer, the Greatest who made Himself the least. My GOD the JUDGE.'/><author><name>Esther</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMK_Ou7s_bU/TPL6RpRksbI/AAAAAAAAAR0/P43zKXVQ3jw/S220/Photo%2B792.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481767355989238113.post-2343440637982653000</id><published>2011-03-28T03:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T03:43:41.209-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Worship</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/_aCATrRLrQ4" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems so far away, &lt;br /&gt;The thought of suffering, hunger and need.&lt;br /&gt;Lord, we're so comfortable. &lt;br /&gt;They're only pictures on the TV screen.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, we fast but we know we can eat the next day&lt;br /&gt;and we travel to church in a car.&lt;br /&gt;There are carpets to comfort our knees as we pray&lt;br /&gt;and no danger in being what we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Are my praises so loud &lt;br /&gt;That they drown out the cries?&lt;br /&gt;Do I fail to stoop down &lt;br /&gt;Because my hands are raised too high?&lt;br /&gt;Are my eyes shut so tight &lt;br /&gt;When I pray I won't see?&lt;br /&gt;Am I worshiping God for only me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say that worshiping, Lord,&lt;br /&gt;is more like something I should do with my life.&lt;br /&gt;Not just at Sunday school.&lt;br /&gt;No Lord, you're calling me to put these things right.&lt;br /&gt;There are hungry to feed.&lt;br /&gt;I have so much to spare.&lt;br /&gt;For the naked and downtrodden too.&lt;br /&gt;So much hurting around me.&lt;br /&gt;Please help me to care.&lt;br /&gt;Lord I want to start worshiping you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me shine like the sun&lt;br /&gt;and your glory will shelter me.&lt;br /&gt;When I cry out, you come.&lt;br /&gt;You restore me Lord.&lt;br /&gt;Setting me free.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5481767355989238113-2343440637982653000?l=greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com/feeds/2343440637982653000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5481767355989238113&amp;postID=2343440637982653000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481767355989238113/posts/default/2343440637982653000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481767355989238113/posts/default/2343440637982653000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com/2011/03/worship.html' title='Worship'/><author><name>Esther</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMK_Ou7s_bU/TPL6RpRksbI/AAAAAAAAAR0/P43zKXVQ3jw/S220/Photo%2B792.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/_aCATrRLrQ4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481767355989238113.post-1476006691036506233</id><published>2011-03-28T03:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T03:37:36.989-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the eternal standards.</title><content type='html'>It takes more guts, effort, and greatness to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- apologize and give in rather than to insist upon your own way&lt;br /&gt;- be a servant, rather than to be served&lt;br /&gt;- humble oneself rather than to elevate&lt;br /&gt;- silence yourself rather than to insist on your opinion&lt;br /&gt;- submit to authority rather than to assume authority&lt;br /&gt;- forgive rather than keep a grudge&lt;br /&gt;- initiate at the risk of getting embarrassed/hurt rather than to wait for someone else to start the ball rolling&lt;br /&gt;- love unconditionally instead of being expectant of the rewards of my efforts&lt;br /&gt;- pray for someone's happiness rather than to covet or harbor jealousy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATTHEW 20:25-28 &lt;br /&gt;But Jesus called them to Himself and said, “You know that the rulers of the Gentiles lord it over them, and their great men exercise authority over them. “It is not this way among you, but whoever wishes to become great among you shall be your servant, and whoever wishes to be first among you shall be your slave; just as the Son of Man did not come to be served, but to serve, and to give His life a ransom for many.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song(s) of the Moment:&lt;br /&gt;Lord of Lords ( Hillsong United )&lt;br /&gt;Worship (produced by Shirley Booth)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5481767355989238113-1476006691036506233?l=greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com/feeds/1476006691036506233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5481767355989238113&amp;postID=1476006691036506233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481767355989238113/posts/default/1476006691036506233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481767355989238113/posts/default/1476006691036506233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com/2011/03/eternal-standards.html' title='the eternal standards.'/><author><name>Esther</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMK_Ou7s_bU/TPL6RpRksbI/AAAAAAAAAR0/P43zKXVQ3jw/S220/Photo%2B792.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481767355989238113.post-2244733112422072630</id><published>2011-02-07T13:57:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T14:07:21.492-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Swing time..</title><content type='html'>hmm.. couple's first dance @ the reception?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ao2E8N6uf_0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE THIS too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8uwp6sqhDw4" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok michael.. we've got a lot of practicing to do..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5481767355989238113-2244733112422072630?l=greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com/feeds/2244733112422072630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5481767355989238113&amp;postID=2244733112422072630' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481767355989238113/posts/default/2244733112422072630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481767355989238113/posts/default/2244733112422072630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com/2011/02/swing-time.html' title='Swing time..'/><author><name>Esther</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMK_Ou7s_bU/TPL6RpRksbI/AAAAAAAAAR0/P43zKXVQ3jw/S220/Photo%2B792.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ao2E8N6uf_0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481767355989238113.post-7035986302243281107</id><published>2011-01-31T22:22:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T14:14:05.071-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Waving the White Flag</title><content type='html'>With all the busyness about getting engaged, and preparing for our marriage, There are some things that God's been laying on my heart, amidst tears, doubts, frustrations, and outbursts of rage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1. Surrendering to God's will &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I believe I know better and I know what's best for my own life is a mystery.. The Expert of my life is the Creator of delicately designed microbes and biochemistry, great combusting balls of increasing entropy that we call stars in an unimaginably HUGE and unfathomable universe, HE IS YHWH; &lt;br /&gt;and HE wants to shape and mould me into this unbelievable person that He has created me to be --- into HIS OWN LIKENESS!!! Why should I fight that? I feel like the shocking answer to that is that I don't trust Him, and to be honest, maybe I believe that He is out to make my life miserable.. Lie from hell identified.. now to unlearn that lie and live for truth ~ I don't know how..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2. The Laying of my life down for another.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Philippians 2:1-4&lt;br /&gt;Therefore if you have any encouragement from being united with Christ, if any comfort from his love, if any common sharing in the Spirit, if any tenderness and compassion, then make my joy complete by being like-minded, having the same love, being one in spirit and of one mind. Do nothing out of selfish ambition or vain conceit. Rather, in humility value others above yourselves, not looking to your own interests but each of you to the interests of the others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can it be so hard to life for the joy of another, especially if he is one that i love dearly? The answer to that is only that I love myself so much more than that.. O Lord, destroy me and my skewed sense of what is good and replace it with your wisdom and your truth.. If there is one person that I want to bless with unfailing support, submission and devoted love, it would be &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Michael&lt;/span&gt;. I trust his relationship with you, and that he will love me as Christ loved the church, laying His life down for them.. and I want him to be confident of my relationship with you.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, please draw me to you, for my strength can only come from you.. I am incapable of making the first move..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5481767355989238113-7035986302243281107?l=greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com/feeds/7035986302243281107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5481767355989238113&amp;postID=7035986302243281107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481767355989238113/posts/default/7035986302243281107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481767355989238113/posts/default/7035986302243281107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com/2011/01/waving-white-flag.html' title='Waving the White Flag'/><author><name>Esther</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMK_Ou7s_bU/TPL6RpRksbI/AAAAAAAAAR0/P43zKXVQ3jw/S220/Photo%2B792.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481767355989238113.post-6342844487597225899</id><published>2011-01-12T14:49:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T11:33:36.456-06:00</updated><title type='text'>God of my Redemption, God of my Surrender</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0Wa352reN90?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0Wa352reN90?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder I call you my Savior...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Destroy my heart so I can recover..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5481767355989238113-6342844487597225899?l=greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com/feeds/6342844487597225899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5481767355989238113&amp;postID=6342844487597225899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481767355989238113/posts/default/6342844487597225899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5481767355989238113-1382786419487135884?l=greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com/feeds/1382786419487135884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5481767355989238113&amp;postID=1382786419487135884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481767355989238113/posts/default/1382786419487135884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481767355989238113/posts/default/1382786419487135884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com/2010/12/end-is-near.html' title='the end is near..'/><author><name>Esther</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMK_Ou7s_bU/TPL6RpRksbI/AAAAAAAAAR0/P43zKXVQ3jw/S220/Photo%2B792.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481767355989238113.post-2401635687813925435</id><published>2010-12-02T00:55:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T01:08:24.272-06:00</updated><title type='text'>bummer.. bummer.. and BUMMER..</title><content type='html'>This week's been a little hard on me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's only wednesday.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Senior design project&lt;/span&gt; -- running a loss of $10 million.. sure fail..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hydrology Exam 2&lt;/span&gt;  -- bombed it.. got a solid D.. pulls my A- to a C.. no way to pull it back up again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Phone plan &lt;/span&gt;-- I have to take responsibility because no one else can.. and I need to call them TOMORROW.. Ugh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ethnicity class&lt;/span&gt; -- Final project mate is a total Shirker, and doesn't care.. I have a C and I need to pass..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;OPT&lt;/span&gt; -- not applying for it.. there's no reason to.. because I'm leaving the US&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Visa and I-20&lt;/span&gt; -- expires 2 months after graduation and I will need to find another way of coming back to the US..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Gradschool&lt;/span&gt; -- one option of staying in US -- I'll drive myself crazy if I have to be in school another semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Job search&lt;/span&gt; -- on a stand-still because I can't figure my life out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Graduation&lt;/span&gt; -- I still need to buy my cap and gown..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Going home&lt;/span&gt; -- I need to book tickets, but i'm BROKE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;$$ worries&lt;/span&gt; -- I'm broke, and I don't want to ask my parents for more money :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the straw that broke the camel's back :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New dress i JUST bought at francesca's $ 30 and I only wore it ONCE..(to reward myself for working so hard this semester)-- shrunk in the wash -- now it looks like a little girl's ballet dress..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my mommy..&lt;br /&gt;*sobs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5481767355989238113-2401635687813925435?l=greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com/feeds/2401635687813925435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5481767355989238113&amp;postID=2401635687813925435' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481767355989238113/posts/default/2401635687813925435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481767355989238113/posts/default/2401635687813925435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com/2010/12/bummer-bummer-and-bummer.html' title='bummer.. bummer.. and BUMMER..'/><author><name>Esther</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMK_Ou7s_bU/TPL6RpRksbI/AAAAAAAAAR0/P43zKXVQ3jw/S220/Photo%2B792.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481767355989238113.post-1670133916656281321</id><published>2010-11-28T19:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T19:15:54.465-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the inner child</title><content type='html'>say what you want..&lt;br /&gt;whether it be that I am :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;childish, immature, escapist.. etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE cartoons..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently on my love list..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to train your dragon.. kudos to Dreamworks for the awesome expressions on the animations..&lt;br /&gt;Toothless - officially the cutest dragon ever created..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images2.fanpop.com/image/photos/11200000/Toothless-how-to-train-your-dragon-11265463-531-274.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 531px; height: 274px;" src="http://images2.fanpop.com/image/photos/11200000/Toothless-how-to-train-your-dragon-11265463-531-274.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tangled.. what can I say.. I LOVE DISNEY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gsYKF8ecC8g?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gsYKF8ecC8g?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5481767355989238113-1670133916656281321?l=greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com/feeds/1670133916656281321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5481767355989238113&amp;postID=1670133916656281321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481767355989238113/posts/default/1670133916656281321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481767355989238113/posts/default/1670133916656281321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com/2010/11/inner-child.html' title='the inner child'/><author><name>Esther</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMK_Ou7s_bU/TPL6RpRksbI/AAAAAAAAAR0/P43zKXVQ3jw/S220/Photo%2B792.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481767355989238113.post-7260050270878394117</id><published>2010-10-26T23:47:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T11:14:29.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll be there for you..</title><content type='html'>.. when the rain starts to fall...&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you...&lt;br /&gt;like i've been there before..&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you, &lt;br /&gt;'cause you're there for me too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearing this song produces the same feeling in me as a person who has had a fresh wound rubbed with sand paper..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been feeling a little under the weather.. no.. scratch that.. I've been wicked selfish these days..&lt;br /&gt;Self pity crouches at my emotions' door, and whenever the emotions spill, this evil thing pounces on it and feasts away on the vulnerable feelings.&lt;br /&gt;This whole semester -- my last one -- has just been the hardest, and most trying semester.. ever.&lt;br /&gt;My social life, my friends.. have been reduced to interactions with project mates and late late night/early early morning conversations with the the janitors at Sweeney Hall.. heck.. I don't know how to have a normal conversation anymore.. and I hate what i've become..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always had the desire to "belong".. and ever since I came back from Turkey, that desire had a major growth spurt...&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it.. I've "belonged" groups of friends before.. however, close as we were, my presence there.. in that clique.. just never lasted. Ever since kindergarden, I feel like i've never really had a group of friends that I felt a "connection" with. I've always wanted to belong.. but I feel like I've never achieved the closeness I desired with any of my friends.. Never felt like I was "in".. at least never longer than 2 years or so.. People just always moved on.. heck.. I moved on.. and it begs the question -- Do we have friendship loyaty issues?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure.. Change is a pretty natural phenomenon in life.. But the groups of friends I've had in the past, Always, always find a way of staying in touch with one another.. and perhaps the art of "keeping-in-touch" is just not my forte.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thus, the gnawing feeling of loneliness continues its parasitic ministrations..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and God.. as always, is just waiting for me to run to Him.. I hesitate.. and inch towards Him..&lt;br /&gt;I am prideful, wanting to spare Him the trouble to dealing with my hateful self..&lt;br /&gt;He sighs.. and keeps stretching His arms out.. Urging me to hurry up and lean on His strength before I collapse under the strain of my emotions..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He showed me a vision, short one albeit.. of my funeral..&lt;br /&gt;and I see everyone I've ever cared for in my life there. &lt;br /&gt;and I realize..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friends, are my friends not because I feel "in-the-loop", or because they invite me to hang out, or because they call/facebook/email/gchat/skype me.. *don't get me wrong, I'd love to receive all that*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT my friends are my friends, because I was called to love them.. and because i WANT to love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John 15:13 : Greater love has no man than this, that a man lay his life down for his friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so, friends.. if you read this, I ask for your forgiveness, for being selfish and judgmental. I'm sorry for having all these ugly feelings, and all these insecurities about our friendships. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish and hope the best for all of you, most of all, that you will find TRUE LOVE. &lt;br /&gt;He is waiting to catch you in His arms.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art of the moment: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wedding gowns by Elie Saab&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fDoQIEBkUxs/SPBHCgqGUyI/AAAAAAAAAjk/v8JXt-p1vpQ/s400/Elie%2BSaab%2Bfor%2BProvovias.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 340px; height: 340px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fDoQIEBkUxs/SPBHCgqGUyI/AAAAAAAAAjk/v8JXt-p1vpQ/s400/Elie%2BSaab%2Bfor%2BProvovias.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music of the moment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate Rusby - Awkward Annie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SyFc-pbcO94?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SyFc-pbcO94?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5481767355989238113-7260050270878394117?l=greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com/feeds/7260050270878394117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5481767355989238113&amp;postID=7260050270878394117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481767355989238113/posts/default/7260050270878394117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481767355989238113/posts/default/7260050270878394117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com/2010/10/i.html' title='I&apos;ll be there for you..'/><author><name>Esther</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMK_Ou7s_bU/TPL6RpRksbI/AAAAAAAAAR0/P43zKXVQ3jw/S220/Photo%2B792.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fDoQIEBkUxs/SPBHCgqGUyI/AAAAAAAAAjk/v8JXt-p1vpQ/s72-c/Elie%2BSaab%2Bfor%2BProvovias.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481767355989238113.post-8691246687699622509</id><published>2010-09-07T13:40:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T14:47:51.426-06:00</updated><title type='text'>rage.</title><content type='html'>Post Turkey Trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotions of mine -- monochromatic.&lt;br /&gt;Either furiously dark or a bored gray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joyless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irritable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Critical. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Narcissistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foul-mouthed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all because of....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot comprehend the reasons for my rage. &lt;br /&gt;A distance that I've crossed away from Father is probably a major reason.&lt;br /&gt;No desires to pick up the Word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I have lost ALL patience for a friend that has been rather dear to me... &lt;br /&gt;my responses to her are sharp, critical, hurtful, and angry.&lt;br /&gt;I have no reason to harbor resentment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no right to ask the Creator for release from this prison of rage.&lt;br /&gt;I am myself.&lt;br /&gt;sinful, dirty, unworthy, condemned to hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I would have willingly thrown myself into the sea of fire.. if not for the river of blood that carried me to the foot of The THRONE.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Psalm 42:5-6&lt;br /&gt;       Why are you downcast, O my soul? &lt;br /&gt;       Why so disturbed within me? &lt;br /&gt;       Put your hope in God, &lt;br /&gt;       for I will yet praise him, &lt;br /&gt;       my Savior and 6 my God. &lt;br /&gt;       My soul is downcast within me; &lt;br /&gt;       therefore I will remember you &lt;br /&gt;       from the land of the Jordan, &lt;br /&gt;       the heights of Hermon—from Mount Mizar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the moment:&lt;br /&gt;Doubting Thomas, NickelCreek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5481767355989238113-8691246687699622509?l=greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com/feeds/8691246687699622509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5481767355989238113&amp;postID=8691246687699622509' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481767355989238113/posts/default/8691246687699622509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481767355989238113/posts/default/8691246687699622509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com/2010/09/rage.html' title='rage.'/><author><name>Esther</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMK_Ou7s_bU/TPL6RpRksbI/AAAAAAAAAR0/P43zKXVQ3jw/S220/Photo%2B792.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481767355989238113.post-2640735465810398631</id><published>2009-12-10T16:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T16:37:18.962-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hear, O LORD, and answer me, for I am poor and Needy</title><content type='html'>it's not by our strength that we return to Him. He picks us up and brings us home again to Himself.. even after we ourselves tear ourselves from His embrace to run back to the Trash-dump called sin that we're so comfortable in.. after we fall in the dung and mire, helpless and broken, He takes us back in His arms and gives us new clothes, and a new identity.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How deep the Father's love for us indeed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read: Psalm 86&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Songs of the day &lt;br /&gt;-- Undo -- by Rush of Fools, and&lt;br /&gt;-- How many Kings -- by downhere..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Undo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been here before, now here I am again &lt;br /&gt;Standing at the door, praying You'll let me back in &lt;br /&gt;To label me a prodigal would be &lt;br /&gt;Only scratching the surface of who I've been known to be &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus] &lt;br /&gt;Turn me around pick me up &lt;br /&gt;Undo what I've become &lt;br /&gt;Bring me back to the place &lt;br /&gt;Of forgiveness and grace &lt;br /&gt;I need You, need Your help &lt;br /&gt;I can't do this myself &lt;br /&gt;You're the only one who can undo &lt;br /&gt;What I've become &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I focused on the score, but I could never win &lt;br /&gt;Trying to ignore, a life of hiding my sin &lt;br /&gt;To label me a hypocrite would be &lt;br /&gt;Only scratching the surface of who I've been known to be &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make every step lead me back to &lt;br /&gt;The sovereign way that You&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5481767355989238113-2640735465810398631?l=greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com/feeds/2640735465810398631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5481767355989238113&amp;postID=2640735465810398631' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481767355989238113/posts/default/2640735465810398631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481767355989238113/posts/default/2640735465810398631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com/2009/12/hear-o-lord-and-answer-me-for-i-am-poor.html' title='Hear, O LORD, and answer me, for I am poor and Needy'/><author><name>Esther</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMK_Ou7s_bU/TPL6RpRksbI/AAAAAAAAAR0/P43zKXVQ3jw/S220/Photo%2B792.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481767355989238113.post-3756501267315424904</id><published>2009-12-09T12:47:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T13:11:28.113-06:00</updated><title type='text'>revival of the blog -- snow day..</title><content type='html'>School got cancelled... * GRAWH *&lt;br /&gt;now i don't have a review session before my final on Friday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER, it also means i don't have to be outside on a day like this: Unfortunately, my poor neighbor Jordan Bradley has to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qMK_Ou7s_bU/Sx_ywZmdPdI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/jfB8Xo_WFzM/s1600-h/Image3562.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qMK_Ou7s_bU/Sx_ywZmdPdI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/jfB8Xo_WFzM/s320/Image3562.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413312190442454482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's him, in conditions of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 feet of snow, 40 mph winds, -30 degrees windchill outside.. and the snow is still coming down hard babehh...&lt;br /&gt;thank GOD for the heater.. and a warm apartment. &lt;br /&gt;hot chocolate and fresh baked choc chip oatmeal cookies hit the spot right there... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qMK_Ou7s_bU/Sx_yv-I_YaI/AAAAAAAAAQs/VCY8taxt3Pw/s1600-h/Image3560.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qMK_Ou7s_bU/Sx_yv-I_YaI/AAAAAAAAAQs/VCY8taxt3Pw/s320/Image3560.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413312183071105442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THis was the start of the storm last night. School was cancelled after 6pm. Even the LIBRARY ( which was open during last year's crazy ice-storm ) was closed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i gotta get back to studying wastewater treatments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my roommate and I are going to brave the elements to go to fareway -- and get some real people interaction, and some milk.. this apartment is starting to get really goofy..  ( i know.. we're crazy, right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish us luck! hopefully we'll get back alive to defrost ourselves..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay warm everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5481767355989238113-3756501267315424904?l=greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com/feeds/3756501267315424904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5481767355989238113&amp;postID=3756501267315424904' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481767355989238113/posts/default/3756501267315424904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481767355989238113/posts/default/3756501267315424904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com/2009/12/revival-of-blog-snow-day.html' title='revival of the blog -- snow day..'/><author><name>Esther</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMK_Ou7s_bU/TPL6RpRksbI/AAAAAAAAAR0/P43zKXVQ3jw/S220/Photo%2B792.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qMK_Ou7s_bU/Sx_ywZmdPdI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/jfB8Xo_WFzM/s72-c/Image3562.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481767355989238113.post-6198902291860703953</id><published>2009-10-31T21:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T21:51:51.452-05:00</updated><title type='text'>one word..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2ttqJbs7kMQ"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Jessica and I just had the best *nonfamily* conversation I've had All month! &lt;br /&gt;She shared her blog post with me. I really needed to hear this -- and know that there is a reason that it is NOT okay for me to "indulge" myself in senseless "junk", that i so knowingly, and WILLINGLY allow into my life, and I CHOOSE This over God's truth?!~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like -- WHAT THE HECK!?~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You and I are at the banquet table of God's presence and truth, but too often we are so full of junk that we're not hungry. In actuality, spiritually, we are starving to death. We have settled for garbage instead of feasting on the nourishment God richly provides."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Calcutta, their is a ministry called the House of the Dying. This ministry brings dying people off the street. "Their goals was not to cure these people. It was to give them a dignified place to die." In Calcutta, "70% of the homeless population have lung disease of tuberculosis. When you walk down the street, you find thousands of people coughing up their lungs... Upon arrival, their heads were shaved, and they were given a shower and a bowl of hot food... then replaced their ragged, soiled clothes with clean ones... Lepers came in with their flesh rotting and their nose, fingers, and toes missing... [the ministers] washed these lepers' skin and gave them clean clothes to wear. The job of one of the workers was to stick a syringe into their pus-filled sores and extract the poisonous disease. Each syringe was used for person after person and day after day until it was too dull to pierce the skin. Then it was thrown into the garbage can [containing the soiled clothes, the shaven hair, the jars with coughed up lungs, the uneaten food]."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking out the garbage was a heart wrenching task. "The stench was almost unbearable. Can you imagine the disease, ragged clothing, and half-eaten food? I begged them not to ask me to do it. It haunted me forever the first time I took out the garbage. As soon as we walked out the back door toward the dump, children came out of the alleyes and ripped open the bags to get whatever was there. I yelled, 'Don't eat this garbage! It's full of disease and death!' But they were so hungry that they ate the garbage because that was all they could find... I wept as I saw them scramble through the spilled jars of disease, the clothing stained with rotten flesh, and use syringes, trying to get scraps of last night's dinner that a dying person didn't eat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disturbing image, isn't it?! But in all honesty, how far are we from this spiritually? Can you see yourself feasting at the dumpster of this world? Many of us are like those kids scrambling for garbage. We elbow each other at the mall, at the theatre, in the back seat, at home , at work, on the net, and at school in our nhunger for food, but the doof we lunge and dight for is rotten and diesaesed - and we eat it. We eat it every time we fill our minds and hearts with sexually suggestive movies or music, every time we make fun of somebody for whom Christ died, every time we value the praise of people more than the praise of God, every time we live to revenge on someone who has hurt us, and every time we try to put things in God's place in our own hearts. We are so full of this junk that we aren't hungry for the food that really satisfies and nourishes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I put myself in the place of the man who saw the children rip the garbage open and feast on death, my heart sinks deep. These children are so hungry for garbage they are willing to bargain with death. When we, the children of God, grab onto this world because we are desperately thirsty, we are bargaining with death as well. That food the children eat will not nourish and satisfy, but poison and kill them... just the same way the worls will never satisfy. Only Christ can satisfy. St. Augustine once said, "You have made us for yourself, O God, and our hearts are restless until they find their rest in you." This means that we need to selectively choose what we want to nourish our bodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more junk I eat, the further I distance myself from the Father. But when I don't poison my body with junk, but feast on the fine, satisfying food of Christ I draw near to the Father."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremiah 15:16&lt;br /&gt;When your words came, I ate them;&lt;br /&gt;they were my joy and my heart's delight,&lt;br /&gt;for I bear your name,&lt;br /&gt;O LORD God Almighty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All quotes in this post that are not the Bible or followed by another person's name are from David Nasser's A Call to Die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One word -- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5481767355989238113-6198902291860703953?l=greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2ttqJbs7kMQ' title='one word..'/><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2ttqJbs7kMQ' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com/feeds/6198902291860703953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5481767355989238113&amp;postID=6198902291860703953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481767355989238113/posts/default/6198902291860703953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481767355989238113/posts/default/6198902291860703953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com/2009/10/one-word.html' title='one word..'/><author><name>Esther</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMK_Ou7s_bU/TPL6RpRksbI/AAAAAAAAAR0/P43zKXVQ3jw/S220/Photo%2B792.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481767355989238113.post-4563957322928449875</id><published>2009-09-27T11:43:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T11:53:51.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What's going on in Esther's life..</title><content type='html'>I'm i need of some good prayer.. I've been really distracted lately in my quiet times, I can't seem to concentrate on the Word, and I feel empty and dry inside. I just feel very far away from God.. and I feel like Michael has slowly crept up and become an idol. We have been good with spurring each other on to read the bible and all, but as my heart grows fonder of him, the emotional closeness that we have is so unbalanced with the physical closeness, that it is so difficult to stay pure (mentally) and difficult to separate our attachment to each other as we are so far apart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray that our relationship with Father continues to grow, and this time that we spend apart will enable us to know and treasure our Father better than we know each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, we have been reading Leviticus together, and it's been a pretty good time, learning about God's laws and Why HE made them, to give us life, and to bless us, to protect us (from diseases, broken relationships, etc).. At church we've been going through Matthew, and we're nearing the end of his gospel. Hearing the gospel of Christ crucified being preached again is renewing my faith, and hopefully, it is bringing me to a new level of relationship with Christ, knowing Him as a real man, who was perfect in ALL HIs ways, but yet being led like a lamb to the slaughter.. He spoke not a word on trial, except confessing that He is indeed the King of the Jews.. Which is the main point of His sacrifice. He is the Servant King.. and It has been compeling me to respond ( albeit halfheartedly).. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the rightful response to Him, and contrasting that with MY response. the distinction there is clear, my heart is not right. and I need repentance. I am like Barrabas, who walked away from death, not even thinking twice about the man who took my place, not even thanking Him. Taking Him for granted, I continue on with my own life, so often, i don't look back and think seriously about that sacrifice, and my escaping death.. that cross was mine to suffer, but He took it on Himself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been learning so much about the love and grace of God our Father through Jesus.. Please Pray that what I know will translate to my heart.. So that I won't just know facts, but that the Facts will become conviction - that my life is not my own, I was bought with a price, I am under stewardship.. and I want to be a slave to righteousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; To my friends, both in the States, and back home, ( you know who you are) &lt;br /&gt;I thank God for your presence, encouragement and blessings, in my life always, and for being there for me. I treasure you guys Very, very, much.. I love you guys and i'm praying for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my family:&lt;br /&gt;I Hope everyone at home is doing well. I am thinking of you all everyday. Especially Jason and Joyce. It is my prayer for them to experience God, and when i come back, I hope to be able to talk to them, heart to heart, and share my faith and my convictions with them. I am glad that Daddy and yourself are experiencing/ renewing your love for one another.. it encourages me that marriages can truly last, and that in brokenness, we can still find forgiveness and grace by the Power of Christ. Because man's faith is not based on wisdom, but on the Power of God and Christ Crucified.&lt;br /&gt;God be praised for His Divinity and His Love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the week : the Desert Song ( HIllsong)&lt;br /&gt;Art of the week:  Ellis/ Funk wedding, where God was the decorator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qMK_Ou7s_bU/Sr-XkWiCxvI/AAAAAAAAAPE/MonDqlUcXk0/s1600-h/Image3494.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qMK_Ou7s_bU/Sr-XkWiCxvI/AAAAAAAAAPE/MonDqlUcXk0/s320/Image3494.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386190330137855730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qMK_Ou7s_bU/Sr-Xj1APtkI/AAAAAAAAAO8/x1nHjdFWBvY/s1600-h/Image3506.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qMK_Ou7s_bU/Sr-YT4MzsOI/AAAAAAAAAPc/6GZrYgeSdxY/s320/Image3497.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386191146629443810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMK_Ou7s_bU/Sr-YTTms8eI/AAAAAAAAAPU/G3jhdjrJrdg/s1600-h/Image3498.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMK_Ou7s_bU/Sr-YTTms8eI/AAAAAAAAAPU/G3jhdjrJrdg/s320/Image3498.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386191136805941730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5481767355989238113-4563957322928449875?l=greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com/feeds/4563957322928449875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5481767355989238113&amp;postID=4563957322928449875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481767355989238113/posts/default/4563957322928449875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481767355989238113/posts/default/4563957322928449875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com/2009/09/whats-going-on-in-esthers-life.html' title='What&apos;s going on in Esther&apos;s life..'/><author><name>Esther</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMK_Ou7s_bU/TPL6RpRksbI/AAAAAAAAAR0/P43zKXVQ3jw/S220/Photo%2B792.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qMK_Ou7s_bU/Sr-XkWiCxvI/AAAAAAAAAPE/MonDqlUcXk0/s72-c/Image3494.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481767355989238113.post-3772637639510950146</id><published>2009-09-01T09:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T09:08:05.131-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Ah Kung..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qMK_Ou7s_bU/Sp0qr0QZabI/AAAAAAAAAO0/7LMyb6fXMYE/s1600-h/ah+kong+and+popo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qMK_Ou7s_bU/Sp0qr0QZabI/AAAAAAAAAO0/7LMyb6fXMYE/s320/ah+kong+and+popo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376500462400399794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry Ah Kung.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never got the guts to share Jesus with you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of right now,&lt;br /&gt;I hope only that when Aunty Linda and Daddy shared with you, that you believed..&lt;br /&gt;I hope that when that pastor came and shared Jesus with you, that your heart was soft and that you accepted Him as your Lord and Savior..&lt;br /&gt;I hope that last night, you met Him, &lt;br /&gt;I hope that you are now safe.. In His arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Kung, I'm so sorry..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5481767355989238113-3772637639510950146?l=greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com/feeds/3772637639510950146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5481767355989238113&amp;postID=3772637639510950146' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481767355989238113/posts/default/3772637639510950146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481767355989238113/posts/default/3772637639510950146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com/2009/09/goodbye-ah-kung.html' title='Goodbye Ah Kung..'/><author><name>Esther</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMK_Ou7s_bU/TPL6RpRksbI/AAAAAAAAAR0/P43zKXVQ3jw/S220/Photo%2B792.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qMK_Ou7s_bU/Sp0qr0QZabI/AAAAAAAAAO0/7LMyb6fXMYE/s72-c/ah+kong+and+popo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481767355989238113.post-5798757864934754036</id><published>2009-07-26T10:49:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T12:55:31.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the eulogy</title><content type='html'>When I die, I want &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FG5ZhFN1DXk"&gt;this song&lt;/a&gt; to be played at my funeral..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5481767355989238113-5798757864934754036?l=greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com/feeds/5798757864934754036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5481767355989238113&amp;postID=5798757864934754036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481767355989238113/posts/default/5798757864934754036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481767355989238113/posts/default/5798757864934754036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com/2009/07/eulogy.html' title='the eulogy'/><author><name>Esther</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMK_Ou7s_bU/TPL6RpRksbI/AAAAAAAAAR0/P43zKXVQ3jw/S220/Photo%2B792.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481767355989238113.post-4291518209006254983</id><published>2009-07-13T09:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T09:58:59.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We were not made for here..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GHpuTGGRCbY"&gt;The CS Lewis Song&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I find in myself desires nothing in this world can satisfy,&lt;br /&gt;I can only conclude that I was not made for here&lt;br /&gt;If the flesh that I fight is at best only light and momentary,&lt;br /&gt;then of course I'll feel nude when to where I'm destined I'm compared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;br /&gt;Speak to me in the light of the dawn&lt;br /&gt;Mercy comes with the morning&lt;br /&gt;I will sigh and with all creation groan as I wait for hope to come for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I lost or just less found? On the straight or on the roundabout of the wrong way?&lt;br /&gt;Is this a soul that stirs in me, is it breaking free, wanting to come alive?&lt;br /&gt;'Cause my comfort would prefer for me to be numb&lt;br /&gt;And avoid the impending birth of who I was born to become&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[BRIDGE]&lt;br /&gt;For we, we are not long here&lt;br /&gt;Our time is but a breath, so we better breathe it&lt;br /&gt;And I, I was made to live, I was made to love, I was made to know you&lt;br /&gt;Hope is coming for me&lt;br /&gt;Hope, He's coming&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5481767355989238113-4291518209006254983?l=greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com/feeds/4291518209006254983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5481767355989238113&amp;postID=4291518209006254983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481767355989238113/posts/default/4291518209006254983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481767355989238113/posts/default/4291518209006254983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com/2009/07/we-were-not-made-for-here.html' title='We were not made for here..'/><author><name>Esther</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMK_Ou7s_bU/TPL6RpRksbI/AAAAAAAAAR0/P43zKXVQ3jw/S220/Photo%2B792.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481767355989238113.post-2574927672866567574</id><published>2009-07-11T08:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T12:51:43.257-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the 21st</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qMK_Ou7s_bU/SnXRyo3US8I/AAAAAAAAAOs/uRvE08L4ANs/s1600-h/Image3307.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qMK_Ou7s_bU/SnXRyo3US8I/AAAAAAAAAOs/uRvE08L4ANs/s320/Image3307.jpg" xborder="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365425196221289106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Esther the child&lt;/span&gt; : Well.. ladies and gentleman.. It's been great knowing you. I shall take my leave.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Esther the adult:&lt;/span&gt; NO NO NOO.. don't go! I don't know how to do this.. I can't pilot this on my own!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Esther the child&lt;/span&gt;: Hey.. I'm exhausted.. it's YOUR turn to run the show.. give me my well deserved break..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Esther the adult:&lt;/span&gt; *sobs quietly*.. but.. but.. I'm so scared..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Esther the child:&lt;/span&gt; *sighs* okayy okayy.. I'll promise i'll come back.. whenever you need a break.. BUT.. ONLY when it's ABSOLUTELY  necessary.. I won't have you taking advantage of this.. This girl is a slave-driver, I tell you, when it comes to displaying immaturity and childishness. If I take over too often, she might want to keep me in charge forever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Esther the adult:&lt;/span&gt; *mutters under her breath* that's the plan, dummy..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5481767355989238113-2574927672866567574?l=greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com/feeds/2574927672866567574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5481767355989238113&amp;postID=2574927672866567574' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481767355989238113/posts/default/2574927672866567574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481767355989238113/posts/default/2574927672866567574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com/2009/07/21st.html' title='the 21st'/><author><name>Esther</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMK_Ou7s_bU/TPL6RpRksbI/AAAAAAAAAR0/P43zKXVQ3jw/S220/Photo%2B792.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qMK_Ou7s_bU/SnXRyo3US8I/AAAAAAAAAOs/uRvE08L4ANs/s72-c/Image3307.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481767355989238113.post-3033495871588265450</id><published>2009-07-10T07:41:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T09:37:45.305-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith not in the wisdom of Men, but the Power of God.</title><content type='html'>The salvation of the righteous is from the Lord,&lt;br /&gt; He is their strength in times of trouble.&lt;br /&gt; And the Lord shall help them and deliver them;&lt;br /&gt; He shall deliver them from the wicked,&lt;br /&gt; And save them,&lt;br /&gt; Because they trust in Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 37:39,40&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just recently, due to the news of the ethnic riots in Xin Jiang between the Uighurs and the Han Chinese, I have taken an interest in Chinese political history. So, whenever I have pockets of time at work, I read articles on Wikipedia about Chinese politicians, Deng Xiao Ping, Chiang Kai Shek, Sun Yat Sen, Zhou YiYang and other prominent events that happened in China like the Tiananmen Square Massacre and the persecution of Fa-Lun Gong practitioners. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That led me to think about persecution A lot, and Martyrdom and suffering for the sake of Christ's Name. While Michael and I were talking about the persecution that may happen, ( or is already happening to missionaries and other people that governments hate ), I was pretty troubled and for awhile, in my arrogance, thought, 'I can do this, it'll only be awhile'. In my pride I forgot that it is the Lord that determines our days and that He cares about us. I was chastized when Michael mentioned that God takes care of His people. my heart was moved to realize that it is not MY righteous sacrifice when I go through pain; I can do NOTHING in order to please God. It's all His grace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I read Psalm 37, and it talks about not worrying about evildoers and comparing the "blessings" on the righteous and the wicked. The Lord keeps count of each man(and woman). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's got really funny timing.. I think He gave me this word to sober and wake me up from my constant pessimism and my skeptism. I always doubt whether people will change for the better, or the world will ever become a better place, my friends (who are SO close to my heart) EVER repenting and (re)turning to Christ, or my own self, ever unfaithful and sinful. whether I will ever stop being stupid and surrender all to God. I guess was projecting my disappointment on God and inadverdantly blaming Him for whatever logic/reason I don't know.. Humans are a magnet for trouble.. We jump into so many complicating problems on our own. I wonder How God can stay patient with us. But, He forgives those who ask for forgiveness, and He always HOPES, Always is Patient, Kind, Always perseveres,and Endures all things. He is Love. and &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love NEVER FAILS..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am VERY thankful that God decided to pull me out of my pit and set my feet on a rock, I intentionally make that rock slippery for myself frequently. Sometimes, I get self-righteous and think I'm better than all my friends that I know have backslidden. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy am I Wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is only by His grace that He pulled me out of the Sh**Hole I purposely jumped into, and He in His love, cleaned me up and adorned me with beautiful new clothes, and a new identity ~ A Child of the King. When I am unfaithful and lavish attention on my idols, and think of myself as deserving of Salvation, I am always reminded that I am starting to look more and more like the woman depicted in Ezekiel 16. an unfaithful bride/ like Hosea's wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's Soooo faithful, and HE is indefinitely Mighty to Save!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the week: Hosea's Wife ( Brooke Fraser )&lt;br /&gt;Currently Obsessed with :&lt;br /&gt;Artist &lt;strong&gt;John Waterhouse&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qMK_Ou7s_bU/SldKrx5YJ5I/AAAAAAAAAN4/4RRtPT-H2hs/s1600-h/waterhouse-ladyofshalott.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qMK_Ou7s_bU/SldKrx5YJ5I/AAAAAAAAAN4/4RRtPT-H2hs/s320/waterhouse-ladyofshalott.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356832397769320338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   &lt;strong&gt;Lady of Shalott&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5481767355989238113-3033495871588265450?l=greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com/feeds/3033495871588265450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5481767355989238113&amp;postID=3033495871588265450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481767355989238113/posts/default/3033495871588265450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481767355989238113/posts/default/3033495871588265450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com/2009/07/faith-not-in-wisdom-of-men-but-power-of.html' title='Faith not in the wisdom of Men, but the Power of God.'/><author><name>Esther</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMK_Ou7s_bU/TPL6RpRksbI/AAAAAAAAAR0/P43zKXVQ3jw/S220/Photo%2B792.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qMK_Ou7s_bU/SldKrx5YJ5I/AAAAAAAAAN4/4RRtPT-H2hs/s72-c/waterhouse-ladyofshalott.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481767355989238113.post-7657987197757211470</id><published>2009-06-27T21:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T21:59:39.317-05:00</updated><title type='text'>it's foreign on this side..</title><content type='html'>i spent the day alone today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it wasn't bad.. but i'd definitely not want to live this day again.. * 'cept the part where i got Liz's letter *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first i slept in till 11am.. and that made me feel like i totally wasted my day..&lt;br /&gt;i bought a couple songs on itunes.. had minimal contact with people..&lt;br /&gt;drew some pictures, and planned presents to buy for people back in ames..&lt;br /&gt;made some food for myself.. talked to the boys next door briefly and awkwardly..&lt;br /&gt;facebook stalked some people.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listened to "this side" by nickel creek over and over and over again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i didn't even touch my bible.. or even feel like reading it...&lt;br /&gt;and today i struggled with my selfish desires.. of wanting to call up michael and talk to him.. however.. bret and gabe came all the way to see him in kansas and hang out.. so the least i can do is stay out of the way, right?&lt;br /&gt;he said he'd call.. in the evening.. but..when he called on skype, i felt like i was intruding.. and i found myself being negative and decided it was best if I didn't spoil all the fun they were having with my gripes.. *and so i hung up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before that, I called Marcus ( best friend in high school)  today.. and even he couldn't talk.. He has a paper on Tuesday and had to study..&lt;br /&gt;Then i called liz after i got her card, but she didn't pick up ( probably was hanging out with the parents )&lt;br /&gt;and then i found my dad on skype but then after 2 sentences from him, he logged out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;therefore, i felt totally ignored today.. by virtually everyone.. and that escalated to negative thoughts..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that left me struggling against my sinful self.. even writing this, makes me think about how much i really think about myself.. and in all these situations, I am always looking out for myself and not being considerate and thoughtful of others and thinking about ways i could serve them.. always.. always.. i thought about how they could serve me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's foreign on this side,&lt;br /&gt;And the truth is a bitter friend.&lt;br /&gt;But reasons few have I to go back again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your first dawn blinded you, left you cursing the day.&lt;br /&gt;Entrance is crucial and it's not without pain.&lt;br /&gt;There's no path to follow, once you're here.&lt;br /&gt;You'll climb up the slide and then you'll slide down the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has to let me learn the hard way..&lt;br /&gt;I gotta climb up the slippery slide.. and bruise and be battered by temptations on the way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's true that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's foreign on this side,&lt;br /&gt;But it feels like I'm home again.&lt;br /&gt;There's no place to hide&lt;br /&gt;But I don't think I'm scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because my Father's eye is on me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qMK_Ou7s_bU/SkbcRtAxCQI/AAAAAAAAANw/aWt4kebUA-A/s1600-h/After-The-Dance-1876.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 190px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qMK_Ou7s_bU/SkbcRtAxCQI/AAAAAAAAANw/aWt4kebUA-A/s320/After-The-Dance-1876.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352207403875109122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                     After the dance ( John Waterhouse)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5481767355989238113-7657987197757211470?l=greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com/feeds/7657987197757211470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5481767355989238113&amp;postID=7657987197757211470' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481767355989238113/posts/default/7657987197757211470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481767355989238113/posts/default/7657987197757211470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-foreign-on-this-side.html' title='it&apos;s foreign on this side..'/><author><name>Esther</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMK_Ou7s_bU/TPL6RpRksbI/AAAAAAAAAR0/P43zKXVQ3jw/S220/Photo%2B792.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qMK_Ou7s_bU/SkbcRtAxCQI/AAAAAAAAANw/aWt4kebUA-A/s72-c/After-The-Dance-1876.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481767355989238113.post-61420777206948423</id><published>2009-05-28T17:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T17:21:09.539-05:00</updated><title type='text'>work</title><content type='html'>SO it's my second day of work and still no personal internet. I feel bad about using the company's computer to do my personal internet activities :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But so far so good. Things have been busy and I have been learning alot (and falling asleep alot, especially after lunch). Today i ran quality control assays for capsaicin in chilli oil and the weight of zeaxanthin in paprika oleoresins.&lt;br /&gt;Although I don't really know what those terms really mean, i got to use this really cool machine called the HPLC (high performance liquid chromatographer), and played around with super cool apparatus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it was David's (a Frenchman who works in the flavor chemistry department) birthday, so we went out and had lunch with all the staff in the analytical lab. My boss' treat :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very yummy food.. unfortunately, it disagreed with my tummy.. and the bathroom had a very distinctly different odor after i left it... hehehe.. it's powderful stuff yo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, the lab always smells like something yummy.. today it smelt like allspice, because Dawn was running some tests on Quality Control (QC) and I decide i like Nancy ( secretly i call her nancy drew, because she has wavy, pretty shoulder length blonde hair), because she's the kindest to me. She always helps me with my questions. Jane's my officemate and she's a pretty pious Catholic. Doug is my Boss and he could go on and on and on about Chemistry and how the structures work.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh Tuinstra is just plain funny, making jokes all day in the hops lab, and Sheena( is from India) likes to stop and talk to me alot during the day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall.. my expreience in the lab is REALLY enjoyable, besides having to read up on huge textbooks on Chromatography and Organic Structures. I have to get my groove on for the Chemistry studies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I will be having a phone conference meeting with Ty Weiss (the engineering manager) with a company that will be selling our company some techniques to treat our wastewater -- this is my internship project for the summer. So I will be in the team spearheading this project for my company... which makes things So much more exciting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I move into the sorority this weekend... and thus, I will finally be able to stop eating leftover pizza and vending machine food.. ALSO, i won't be sleeping on my own anymore! YAY! I am EXCITED! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post pictures later on. my phone is dead.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5481767355989238113-61420777206948423?l=greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com/feeds/61420777206948423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5481767355989238113&amp;postID=61420777206948423' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481767355989238113/posts/default/61420777206948423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481767355989238113/posts/default/61420777206948423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com/2009/05/work.html' title='work'/><author><name>Esther</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMK_Ou7s_bU/TPL6RpRksbI/AAAAAAAAAR0/P43zKXVQ3jw/S220/Photo%2B792.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481767355989238113.post-1197707850030456411</id><published>2009-05-04T21:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T21:42:29.311-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Mikey..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qMK_Ou7s_bU/Sf-mQTS5i4I/AAAAAAAAANQ/A-NGepmV-yI/s1600-h/Image2828.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qMK_Ou7s_bU/Sf-mQTS5i4I/AAAAAAAAANQ/A-NGepmV-yI/s320/Image2828.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332163282817616770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qMK_Ou7s_bU/Sf-mP8x_X5I/AAAAAAAAANI/300s8yVWB34/s1600-h/Image2841.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qMK_Ou7s_bU/Sf-mP8x_X5I/AAAAAAAAANI/300s8yVWB34/s320/Image2841.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332163276774006674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qMK_Ou7s_bU/Sf-mPzC1H8I/AAAAAAAAANA/B9b295UVYu4/s1600-h/Image2806.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qMK_Ou7s_bU/Sf-mPzC1H8I/AAAAAAAAANA/B9b295UVYu4/s320/Image2806.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332163274160283586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got some things I'd like to set in pen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have used a pencil but thats just not permanent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a letter I would like to send.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's lacking strings of words with punctuation at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I trust this dialect to convey the right effect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Goodbye" seems to be the hardest word..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.. Spring seems to last but a moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5481767355989238113-1197707850030456411?l=greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com/feeds/1197707850030456411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5481767355989238113&amp;postID=1197707850030456411' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481767355989238113/posts/default/1197707850030456411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481767355989238113/posts/default/1197707850030456411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com/2009/05/crazy.html' title='Dear Mikey..'/><author><name>Esther</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMK_Ou7s_bU/TPL6RpRksbI/AAAAAAAAAR0/P43zKXVQ3jw/S220/Photo%2B792.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qMK_Ou7s_bU/Sf-mQTS5i4I/AAAAAAAAANQ/A-NGepmV-yI/s72-c/Image2828.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481767355989238113.post-4049032948506200563</id><published>2009-05-02T11:41:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T11:53:58.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>May Tzy jiejie, God Bless you for your childlike faith</title><content type='html'>May Tzy JieJie's Prayers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qMK_Ou7s_bU/Sfx6LxY0NyI/AAAAAAAAAMw/6dUpAcBl1FU/s1600-h/n649100886_2076335_142572.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qMK_Ou7s_bU/Sfx6LxY0NyI/AAAAAAAAAMw/6dUpAcBl1FU/s320/n649100886_2076335_142572.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331270401554396962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayer before going to church&lt;br /&gt;Dear Lord Jesus, I am going to church to worship you together with my friends. Help me to listen closely to your words. Dear Holy Spirit please fill me and teach me how to serve you. In the name of Jesus I pray, Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayer when you are sick&lt;br /&gt;Dear Lord Jesus, you are the best doctor. Help me to recover soon after taking my medication. In the name of Jesus I pray, Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayer before examination&lt;br /&gt;Dear Lord, help me to be diligent in doing my revision. Give me a good memory, give me confidence in my examination. When i excel, help me remember you and know that all glory goes to you. In the name of Jesus I pray, Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayer before reading the bible&lt;br /&gt;Dear Holy Spirit, please come and teach me so that I can understand Your words. In the name of Jesus I pray, Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayer for our parents&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for giving me a good father and mother. Please bless them and give them good health and walk with them today. In the name of Jesus I pray, Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayer before eating&lt;br /&gt;Dear Lord Jesus, thank you for providing us with food. Please bless the food to our body and keep us healthy. In the name of Jesus I pray, Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qMK_Ou7s_bU/Sfx6L9vCyhI/AAAAAAAAAM4/ZZorI-cjuII/s1600-h/n649100886_1965070_1222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qMK_Ou7s_bU/Sfx6L9vCyhI/AAAAAAAAAM4/ZZorI-cjuII/s320/n649100886_1965070_1222.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331270404868852242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayer before going to school&lt;br /&gt;Dear heavenly Father, please protect me on the way to school, help me to be attentive in class and remember all the lessons well. In the name of Jesus I pray, Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayer before doing homework&lt;br /&gt;Dear Lord, help me to be a hardworking student and give me wisdom and discipline to finish my homework on time. In the name of Jesus I pray, Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayer before going to sleep&lt;br /&gt;Dear heavenly Father, thank you for protecting me today. Give me good sleep for the night. In the name of Jesus I pray, Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayer in the morning&lt;br /&gt;Dear heavenly Father, thank you for giving me another new day. Continue to lead me and guide me, so that I can be salt and light as your child today, i pray that i can bring your name glory today. In the name of Jesus I pray, Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qMK_Ou7s_bU/Sfx6L9kiaPI/AAAAAAAAAMo/pFPkLlBtfMw/s1600-h/n745293081_2182172_496944.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qMK_Ou7s_bU/Sfx6L9kiaPI/AAAAAAAAAMo/pFPkLlBtfMw/s320/n745293081_2182172_496944.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331270404824787186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5481767355989238113-4049032948506200563?l=greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com/feeds/4049032948506200563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5481767355989238113&amp;postID=4049032948506200563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481767355989238113/posts/default/4049032948506200563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481767355989238113/posts/default/4049032948506200563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com/2009/05/may-tzy-jiejie-god-bless-you-for-your.html' title='May Tzy jiejie, God Bless you for your childlike faith'/><author><name>Esther</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMK_Ou7s_bU/TPL6RpRksbI/AAAAAAAAAR0/P43zKXVQ3jw/S220/Photo%2B792.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qMK_Ou7s_bU/Sfx6LxY0NyI/AAAAAAAAAMw/6dUpAcBl1FU/s72-c/n649100886_2076335_142572.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481767355989238113.post-6903948056952981706</id><published>2009-04-21T23:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T23:38:06.183-05:00</updated><title type='text'>kopitiam</title><content type='html'>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jDxoTtVGBZE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake in the dark&lt;br /&gt;With showers of life&lt;br /&gt;Moments of emptiness around&lt;br /&gt;Floating away&lt;br /&gt;No other hope&lt;br /&gt;Reality brings me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into the ground&lt;br /&gt;What can I do&lt;br /&gt;What can I say&lt;br /&gt;I need a place to hide away&lt;br /&gt;Just for a while, just for a smile&lt;br /&gt;Just for a life I used to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The perfect song were filled with&lt;br /&gt;Words of love and not with anger&lt;br /&gt;What if they go&lt;br /&gt;What if they leave me far behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I don't wanna be alone... (uh oh)&lt;br /&gt;Living life for on my own (uh oh)&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to live my life in isolation&lt;br /&gt;Filled with empty decorations&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I want to be with people that I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would do the things I do (uh oh)&lt;br /&gt;Making all my dreams come true (uh oh)&lt;br /&gt;I don't recognize the shadows at my door&lt;br /&gt;Though I've seen them all before&lt;br /&gt;Because the only thing I really want...&lt;br /&gt;Is to be with you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5481767355989238113-6903948056952981706?l=greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com/feeds/6903948056952981706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5481767355989238113&amp;postID=6903948056952981706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481767355989238113/posts/default/6903948056952981706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481767355989238113/posts/default/6903948056952981706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com/2009/04/kopitiam.html' title='kopitiam'/><author><name>Esther</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMK_Ou7s_bU/TPL6RpRksbI/AAAAAAAAAR0/P43zKXVQ3jw/S220/Photo%2B792.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481767355989238113.post-7292104186276671008</id><published>2009-04-19T23:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T23:33:39.591-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sweet redemption</title><content type='html'>Though he was &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weeping uncontrollably, and bleeding &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;freely at the forehead, pulling &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his cart with one arm, stumbling for &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drunkenness, falling again and again, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exhausted, old, and sick, yet he went &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with terrible speed. On spider's legs &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he skittered through the alleys of &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the City, this mile and the next, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until he came to its limits, and &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then he rushed beyond. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wept to see the change in this &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man. I hurt to see his sorrow. And &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet I needed to see where he was &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going in such haste, perhaps to &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;know what drove him so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little old Ragman - he came to &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a landfill. He came to the garbage &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pits.  And then I wanted to help &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;him in what he did, but I hung back, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hiding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He climbed a hill. With tormented &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;labor he cleared a little space on &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that hill. Then he sighed. He lay &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;down. He pillowed his head on a &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;handkerchief and a jacket. He &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;covered his bones with an army &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blanket. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he died. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how I cried to witness that &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;death!I slumped in a junked car &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and wailed and mourned as one who &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;has no hope - because I had come &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to love the Ragman. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every other face had faded in &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the wonder of this man, and I &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cherished him; but he died.I &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sobbed myself to sleep. I did not know - how could I know? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I slept through Friday night &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Saturday and its night, too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, on Sunday morning, I was &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wakened by a violence. Light - pure, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hard, demanding light - slammed &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;against my sour face,and I blinked, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I looked, and I saw the last &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the first wonder of all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was the Ragman, folding the &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blanket most carefully, a scar on &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his forehead, but alive! And, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides that, healthy! There was no &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sign of sorrow nor of age, and &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the rags that he had gathered &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shined for cleanliness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, then I lowered my head and &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trembling for all that I had seen, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I myself walked up to the Ragman. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him my name with shame, for &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a sorry figure next to him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I took off all my clothes in &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that place, and I said to him with &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear yearning in my voice: "Dress me." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He dressed me. My Lord, he put new &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rags on me, and I am a wonder beside &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ragman, the Ragman, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE CHRIST&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5481767355989238113-7292104186276671008?l=greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com/feeds/7292104186276671008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5481767355989238113&amp;postID=7292104186276671008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481767355989238113/posts/default/7292104186276671008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481767355989238113/posts/default/7292104186276671008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com/2009/04/sweet-redemption.html' title='sweet redemption'/><author><name>Esther</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMK_Ou7s_bU/TPL6RpRksbI/AAAAAAAAAR0/P43zKXVQ3jw/S220/Photo%2B792.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481767355989238113.post-3624563299858181382</id><published>2009-04-19T01:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T01:44:43.882-05:00</updated><title type='text'>its the pits..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;hit rock bottom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;started questioning my faith..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't want to think anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could die..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and get out of my disgusting skin..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5481767355989238113-3624563299858181382?l=greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com/feeds/3624563299858181382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5481767355989238113&amp;postID=3624563299858181382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481767355989238113/posts/default/3624563299858181382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481767355989238113/posts/default/3624563299858181382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-pits.html' title='its the pits..'/><author><name>Esther</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMK_Ou7s_bU/TPL6RpRksbI/AAAAAAAAAR0/P43zKXVQ3jw/S220/Photo%2B792.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481767355989238113.post-1460556105399511966</id><published>2009-04-09T11:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T17:59:14.499-05:00</updated><title type='text'>here i gripe again..</title><content type='html'>i miss him already..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael just got a job offer at Spirit Aerosystems in Wichita, KS. That's like a 6.5 hour drive ( I will however take 8 hours because i am BOUND to get lost). And so, he's leaving on a jet-plane in a little less than 3 weeks. That amounts to 2 Sunday Services left together, and 2 Monday Morning Prayer Meetings, 2 more Saturday~Alone times, 2 more Family Group meetings, and 2 more Salt Company meetings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday the realization that he wont be with me (and also that i will be spending my 21st birthday alone in Michigan) just flooded my senses...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cried.. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5481767355989238113-1460556105399511966?l=greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com/feeds/1460556105399511966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5481767355989238113&amp;postID=1460556105399511966' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481767355989238113/posts/default/1460556105399511966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481767355989238113/posts/default/1460556105399511966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com/2009/04/here-i-gripe-again.html' title='here i gripe again..'/><author><name>Esther</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMK_Ou7s_bU/TPL6RpRksbI/AAAAAAAAAR0/P43zKXVQ3jw/S220/Photo%2B792.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481767355989238113.post-911887647308939508</id><published>2009-04-08T23:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T23:33:59.084-05:00</updated><title type='text'>he's leaving meeee....</title><content type='html'>in exactly 28 more days.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sob&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5481767355989238113-911887647308939508?l=greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com/feeds/911887647308939508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5481767355989238113&amp;postID=911887647308939508' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481767355989238113/posts/default/911887647308939508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481767355989238113/posts/default/911887647308939508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com/2009/04/hes-leaving-meeee.html' title='he&apos;s leaving meeee....'/><author><name>Esther</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMK_Ou7s_bU/TPL6RpRksbI/AAAAAAAAAR0/P43zKXVQ3jw/S220/Photo%2B792.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481767355989238113.post-5087952850456664354</id><published>2009-04-07T17:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T17:34:48.800-05:00</updated><title type='text'>be Thou my vision..</title><content type='html'>So I have just started fasting ( and now i know how anorexic people feel )&lt;br /&gt;I actually am starting to think that i could live like this, i have hunger pangs for awhile, and i feel like i want food, but after awhile, the hunger goes away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only effects that I've gotten so far is that I get woozy for a little bit, but then after some water and a little nap, it's all okay again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somewhat disturbing huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i do know how it affects me emotionally and mentally:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am a lot slower in learning, and i have a shorter fuse than i usually do ( which is REALLy Really Really short); i feel lethargic, angry and extremely distracted even when i am reading my bible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't even know where God fits into all this.* I know that after I've gotten some food and read through this post again, i will feel pretty stupid about how i reacted. * &lt;br /&gt;But for the moment, i am going to rant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God... can You be my Vision? I'm sick of being angry and stupid. I don't want to be vulnerable and not have you fill me. I feel like I got cheated, and i know you dont cheat. You said that You will be my Rock and Shelter, Everything i need. Then why am i still not satisfied?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me find satisfaction in seeing Your glory and experiencing Your Presence.&lt;br /&gt;Be my all in all. May i find Zero joy apart from you.&lt;br /&gt;Kill my heart's desires for things of this world. So that sin may be crucified and my heart be ressurected into a new life with you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if it has to be violent Lord, let it be. i hate being lukewarm, i hate being sinful, i hate being me, for i resist Your grace and fall into the s***hole again and again. have Your Consuming fire purify me as gold and pure silver. Pass me through Your cleansing fire, make me clean again. but Only for Your glory's sake and if it is according to Your will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me not abuse the people around me in my speech or actions. but help me show them grace as You have shown me grace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for answering my prayer. My Lord and my God. &lt;br /&gt;Yours is the kingdom, the power, the glory forever and ever.&lt;br /&gt;In Your Son's name, Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5481767355989238113-5087952850456664354?l=greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com/feeds/5087952850456664354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5481767355989238113&amp;postID=5087952850456664354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481767355989238113/posts/default/5087952850456664354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481767355989238113/posts/default/5087952850456664354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com/2009/04/be-thou-my-vision.html' title='be Thou my vision..'/><author><name>Esther</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMK_Ou7s_bU/TPL6RpRksbI/AAAAAAAAAR0/P43zKXVQ3jw/S220/Photo%2B792.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481767355989238113.post-2553649278693128152</id><published>2009-03-29T09:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T09:56:08.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mark's favorite Quotes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMK_Ou7s_bU/Sc-JpQsggzI/AAAAAAAAALo/SOEDCLfxWq0/s1600-h/ChildrenCityBeach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMK_Ou7s_bU/Sc-JpQsggzI/AAAAAAAAALo/SOEDCLfxWq0/s320/ChildrenCityBeach.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318621026897134386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qMK_Ou7s_bU/Sc-JpEWa90I/AAAAAAAAALg/Av5dVMsHmqo/s1600-h/SlumKids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qMK_Ou7s_bU/Sc-JpEWa90I/AAAAAAAAALg/Av5dVMsHmqo/s320/SlumKids.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318621023583270722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are half-hearted creatures, fooling about with drink and sex and ambition when infinite joy is offered us, like an ignorant child who wants to go on making mud pies in a slum because he can't imagine what is meant by the offer of a holiday at the sea. We are far too easily pleased. -C.S. Lewis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I’m part of the fellowship of the unashamed. I have the Holy Spirit’s power. The die has been cast. I have stepped over the line. The decision has been made--I’m a disciple of His. I won’t look back, let up, slow down, back away, or be still. My past is redeemed, my present makes sense, my future is secure. I’m finished and done with low living, sight walking, smooth knees, colorless dreams, tamed visions, worldly talking, cheap giving, and dwarfed goals. I no longer need preeminence, prosperity, position, promotions, plaudits, or popularity. I don’t have to be right, first, tops, recognized, praised, regarded, or rewarded. I now live by faith, lean in His presence, walk by patience, am uplifted by prayer, and I labor with power. My face is set, my gait is fast, my goal is heaven, my roads narrow, my way rough, my companions are few, my Guide reliable, my mission clear. I cannot be bought, compromised, detoured, lured away, turned back, deluded, or delayed. I will not flinch in the face of sacrifice, hesitate in the presence of the enemy, pander at the pool of popularity, or meander in the maze of mediocrity. I won’t give up, shut up, let up, until I have stayed up, stored up, prayed up, paid up, preached up for the cause of Christ. I am a disciple of Jesus. I must go till He comes, give till I drop, preach till all know, and work till He stops me. And when He comes for His own, He will have no problem recognizing me... my banner will be clear.” -A Zimbabwe Pastor’s Prayer – Martyred &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apostolic passion is a deliberate, intentional choice to live for the worship of Jesus Christ in the nations. -Floyd McClung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have apostolic passion, you are one of the most dangerous people on the planet. The world no longer rules your heart. You are no longer seduced by getting and gaining but devoted to spreading and proclaiming the glory of God in the nations. You live as a pilgrim, unattatched to the cares of this world. You are not afraid of loss. You even dare to believe you may be given the privilege of dying to spread His fame on the earth. The Father's passions have become your passions. You find satisfaction and significance in Him. You believe He is with you always, to the end of life itself. You are sold out to God, and you live for the Lamb. Satan fears you, and the angels applaud you. Your greatest dream is that His name will be praised in languages never before heard in heaven. Your reward is the look of pure delight you anticipate seeing in His eyes when you lay at His feet and the just reward of His suffering: the worship of the redeemed. -Floyd McClung&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5481767355989238113-2553649278693128152?l=greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com/feeds/2553649278693128152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5481767355989238113&amp;postID=2553649278693128152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481767355989238113/posts/default/2553649278693128152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481767355989238113/posts/default/2553649278693128152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com/2009/03/marks-favorite-quotes.html' title='Mark&apos;s favorite Quotes.'/><author><name>Esther</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMK_Ou7s_bU/TPL6RpRksbI/AAAAAAAAAR0/P43zKXVQ3jw/S220/Photo%2B792.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMK_Ou7s_bU/Sc-JpQsggzI/AAAAAAAAALo/SOEDCLfxWq0/s72-c/ChildrenCityBeach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481767355989238113.post-6915916133630950510</id><published>2009-03-23T11:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T11:20:36.852-05:00</updated><title type='text'>najib will be PM</title><content type='html'>we are doomed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5481767355989238113-6915916133630950510?l=greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com/feeds/6915916133630950510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5481767355989238113&amp;postID=6915916133630950510' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481767355989238113/posts/default/6915916133630950510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481767355989238113/posts/default/6915916133630950510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com/2009/03/najib-will-be-pm.html' title='najib will be PM'/><author><name>Esther</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMK_Ou7s_bU/TPL6RpRksbI/AAAAAAAAAR0/P43zKXVQ3jw/S220/Photo%2B792.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481767355989238113.post-6602009246360098314</id><published>2009-03-22T23:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T23:06:26.961-05:00</updated><title type='text'>response to the last blog post</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qMK_Ou7s_bU/SccKjrDlxAI/AAAAAAAAALY/AF381pdJYrg/s1600-h/Shekinah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 231px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qMK_Ou7s_bU/SccKjrDlxAI/AAAAAAAAALY/AF381pdJYrg/s320/Shekinah.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316229493103641602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn your eyes apon Jesus. &lt;br /&gt;Look Full in His wonderful face&lt;br /&gt;and the things on earth will grow strangely dim&lt;br /&gt;in the light of His Glory and Grace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5481767355989238113-6602009246360098314?l=greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com/feeds/6602009246360098314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5481767355989238113&amp;postID=6602009246360098314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481767355989238113/posts/default/6602009246360098314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481767355989238113/posts/default/6602009246360098314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com/2009/03/response-to-last-blog-post.html' title='response to the last blog post'/><author><name>Esther</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMK_Ou7s_bU/TPL6RpRksbI/AAAAAAAAAR0/P43zKXVQ3jw/S220/Photo%2B792.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qMK_Ou7s_bU/SccKjrDlxAI/AAAAAAAAALY/AF381pdJYrg/s72-c/Shekinah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481767355989238113.post-8349997511610480447</id><published>2009-03-20T20:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T20:44:15.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'>depression is a dark pit</title><content type='html'>I just spent the whole of today in my apartment and found my Hyde.. again.. &lt;br /&gt;This time she came full force, almost sucking the life out of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a wonderful eventful 5 days out of town and always in good company (michael, anni, jeffrey and good friends here and there); i found myself alone and in no apparent need of company. I thought it would be good for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as i zoned in on myself; having had ZERO time with God personally the whole week, Depressing thoughts entered my head:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* You're SO disgusting, and So careless and Spaz. your friends, once the find out who you are, they'll isolate you For SURE.&lt;br /&gt;* You treat everything so casually. You don't even care about a single thing.&lt;br /&gt;* You have no feelings. you dont even flinch at these thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;* Esther, You are not good enough for anything. You cant even stay faithful to Jesus for a day. how pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;* you cant even bring yourself to pick up your bible again. Sinner.&lt;br /&gt;* and you call yourself a Christ follower. &lt;br /&gt;* Missions? dont make me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, i am numbed to all these feelings. Like i always do i push them to a tiny corner of my head where it broods and grows and festers into something utterly messy that i dont want to deal with. EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God help me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5481767355989238113-8349997511610480447?l=greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com/feeds/8349997511610480447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5481767355989238113&amp;postID=8349997511610480447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481767355989238113/posts/default/8349997511610480447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481767355989238113/posts/default/8349997511610480447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com/2009/03/depression-is-dark-pit.html' title='depression is a dark pit'/><author><name>Esther</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMK_Ou7s_bU/TPL6RpRksbI/AAAAAAAAAR0/P43zKXVQ3jw/S220/Photo%2B792.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481767355989238113.post-5658721632965622402</id><published>2009-03-14T09:14:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T09:24:33.760-05:00</updated><title type='text'>mixed feelings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Spring break is here! Say byebye to Snooo *yES!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No school for 9 days! *HALLELUJAH!*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;New sister in Christ *Qiaolin* ! I got to lead her through the prayer! *PRAISE GOD!*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Krystle's birthday.. frantically getting preparations done.. * so stress *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4 hours of sleep due to packing and cooking..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Celebrate Kryssie's surprise party.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got to pack more.. but i'm procrastinating..  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Michigan in 1 day..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5 interviews in less than 48 hours..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;meeting up with Wen Ken in a little more than 24 hours  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It'll be nice to see a 'DJ kaki' again .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I get to go on a road trip with Michael &lt;3, Anni and Jeffery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and sleep in the same hotel room.. (i dont know what to think about that :P)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7 more days and this illusion of spring break will be over..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gahh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5481767355989238113-5658721632965622402?l=greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com/feeds/5658721632965622402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5481767355989238113&amp;postID=5658721632965622402' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481767355989238113/posts/default/5658721632965622402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481767355989238113/posts/default/5658721632965622402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com/2009/03/mixed-feelings.html' title='mixed feelings'/><author><name>Esther</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMK_Ou7s_bU/TPL6RpRksbI/AAAAAAAAAR0/P43zKXVQ3jw/S220/Photo%2B792.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481767355989238113.post-3937780612089618737</id><published>2009-03-12T23:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T00:06:03.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>anita darrrrrrrrrling...</title><content type='html'>she makes the study of Arabic now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i am waiting for her to finish before we go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we just got back from the Rec about 45 minutes ago (what a work out!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;\\_.-,(^,^).-,_//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so strong now!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahahahaahaaaaaa... its joke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 more days till Michigan interview and the Chicago road trip..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa..!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5481767355989238113-3937780612089618737?l=greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com/feeds/3937780612089618737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5481767355989238113&amp;postID=3937780612089618737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481767355989238113/posts/default/3937780612089618737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481767355989238113/posts/default/3937780612089618737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com/2009/03/anita-darrrrrrrrrling.html' title='anita darrrrrrrrrling...'/><author><name>Esther</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMK_Ou7s_bU/TPL6RpRksbI/AAAAAAAAAR0/P43zKXVQ3jw/S220/Photo%2B792.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481767355989238113.post-465404440827712909</id><published>2009-03-06T10:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T10:44:59.566-06:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate myself..</title><content type='html'>This is the lie that i constantly hear nowadays. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that I am stupid, and not up to par with my friends and classmates. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coming home from classes and crying because i couldnt understand the material in class. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dont want to be stuck in this rut. No MORE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5481767355989238113-465404440827712909?l=greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com/feeds/465404440827712909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5481767355989238113&amp;postID=465404440827712909' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481767355989238113/posts/default/465404440827712909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481767355989238113/posts/default/465404440827712909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-hate-myself.html' title='i hate myself..'/><author><name>Esther</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMK_Ou7s_bU/TPL6RpRksbI/AAAAAAAAAR0/P43zKXVQ3jw/S220/Photo%2B792.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481767355989238113.post-2711266099843709135</id><published>2009-03-05T22:48:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T22:53:15.411-06:00</updated><title type='text'>correspondence..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Really, it looks like you are going steady with M already. What happened to the declaration you made before you left home "I will never fall for a white ." What made you changed your mind ? Think again and again because your mum and dad wouldn't want you to suffer from a dog's life because of puppy love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;what made me change my mind? i don't know. God? and M's love for Him? i guess what attracted me to him the most was his relationship with God and how he understood so well that everything in his life was created to be devoted to Him. &lt;br /&gt;the fact that he was pretty good-looking was a huge plus point.&lt;br /&gt;I had been attracted to ALOT of guys here in the states who are REally goodlooking. but, our personalities didnt really match, we had different interests, the wavelengths didnt complement well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say that if it werent for God, i would not have met M. Being on leadership also brought us closer together, cos then we're both being sharpened under the leadership of the church and sharpening one another as iron sharpens iron. he is a huge source of encouragement and i really grew alot in my relationship with God through alot of prayer , insight and encouragement from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to be honest with you with this.&lt;br /&gt;If you are being worried for my life in terms of living a "dog's life":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;worry no more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life, everything i have ever learned since i was a child: i never had an ambition to live for the Lord. it was always my agenda or the agenda my parents had for me, i never knew any better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, Now that i have found that there's such an opportunity to live for and serve the KING: i think that sounds like the best life prospect that i could ever have! It's all about HIM! &lt;br /&gt;even in the psalms they sing songs about GOD move your hand, vindicate me FOR YOUR GLORY's Namesake!&lt;br /&gt;He calls us in the great commision: &lt;br /&gt;Go ye therefore, and teach all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost, teaching them to observe all things whatsoever I have commanded you: and, lo, I am with you always, even unto the end of the world. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;He didnt say "maybe you should go". he said "GO"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i dont go alone, He is with me Always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont want my life to be about me and my comfort. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if my life and Comfort are ruined for the sake of the gospel and brings glory to the Father, How amazing that would be! Praise Be to the LORD! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus died for me, the very most reasonable thing i could do is to offer up my life as a living sacrifice.(romans 12:1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and If God's plans for me are for me to live in america and mobilize people and tell them about the opportunity to live for Christ, so be it. if it is to go home to malaysia, and work for Daddy, so be it. If it is to go to Africa and live amongst the poor villagers and help them with sanitation, teach them about agriculture and provide them a means to hear about and worship the KING, so be it. If it is to proclaim Christ's love for man to the enemies of God in sufferings, so be it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Corinthians 9:19-23 : &lt;br /&gt;For though I am free from all men, I have made myself a servant to all, that I might win the more; and to the Jews I became as a Jew, that I might win Jews; to those who are under the law, as under the law, that I might win those who are under the law; to those who are without law, as without law (not being without law toward God, but under law toward Christ), that I might win those who are without law; to the weak I became as weak, that I might win the weak. I have become all things to all men, that I might by all means save some. Now this I do for the gospel's sake, that I may be partaker of it with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it takes, i want to be a part of God's tsunami wherever He may place me; I want to be a part of His work. His yoke is easy and His burden is light. I want to jump into His yoke, and not strive in vain under my own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5481767355989238113-2711266099843709135?l=greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com/feeds/2711266099843709135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5481767355989238113&amp;postID=2711266099843709135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481767355989238113/posts/default/2711266099843709135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481767355989238113/posts/default/2711266099843709135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com/2009/03/correspondence.html' title='correspondence..'/><author><name>Esther</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMK_Ou7s_bU/TPL6RpRksbI/AAAAAAAAAR0/P43zKXVQ3jw/S220/Photo%2B792.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481767355989238113.post-1170962675815529852</id><published>2009-01-14T16:10:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T16:23:04.782-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You've got the Wrong Person Lord..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; think you have issues? Think again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;No, Lord. You've got the wrong guy. Simple conversation gets me tongue tied. And You're telling me to speak with a maniac king. Or could it be I've lost my mind. Besides, I am weak. Don't You want someone strong to lead them out of Egypt when they've been there so long? And anyway they won't believe You ever spoke to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291277493815362882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 249px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMK_Ou7s_bU/SW5k2KLiRUI/AAAAAAAAAJw/RWaP5Ft3jXU/s320/mosesDM0403_468x602%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That's not your problem. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There's a bigger picture you can't see.&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to change the world.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just trust in Me; cause I am your Creator.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am working out my plan and through you I will show them &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Am.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Now, Lord, are You sure? He's just a shepherd boy! Too small for battle gear with a giant to destroy! What on earth can he do with five stones and a sling?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291277499398135410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qMK_Ou7s_bU/SW5k2e-knnI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/s9H-MzytSUc/s320/David%2BGoliath2%5B1%5D.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That's not your problem cause I can do anything. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There's a bigger picture you can't see. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You don't have to change the world. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just trust in Me; cause I am your Creator. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am working out my plan and through you I will show them - &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am the First, I am the Last, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;am the Present and the Past, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am Tomorrow and Today...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am the only way.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Great Lord, I'm just a simple girl. You say that I will bring Your Son into this world. How can I understand this thing You're gonna do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291277499835924914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMK_Ou7s_bU/SW5k2gm8wbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/4O-qWirjL5Q/s320/_5_Angel_visit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That's not your problem cause there's a bigger picture. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You don't have to change the world. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'m your Creator, I am working out my plan. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Through you I will show them there's a bigger picture you can't see. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You don't have to change the world. Just trust in Me. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am your Creator,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am working out my plan and through you I will show them...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Am.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5481767355989238113-1170962675815529852?l=greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com/feeds/1170962675815529852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5481767355989238113&amp;postID=1170962675815529852' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481767355989238113/posts/default/1170962675815529852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481767355989238113/posts/default/1170962675815529852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com/2009/01/youve-got-wrong-person-lord.html' title='You&apos;ve got the Wrong Person Lord..'/><author><name>Esther</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMK_Ou7s_bU/TPL6RpRksbI/AAAAAAAAAR0/P43zKXVQ3jw/S220/Photo%2B792.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMK_Ou7s_bU/SW5k2KLiRUI/AAAAAAAAAJw/RWaP5Ft3jXU/s72-c/mosesDM0403_468x602%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481767355989238113.post-3542997651830430317</id><published>2008-12-20T21:01:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T11:38:29.376-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Right Kind of Help by Oswald Chambers.. well... i got a ton of that...</title><content type='html'>" The calling of a New Testament Worker is to expose sin and to reveal Jesus Christ as Savior. Consequently, he cannot always be charming and friendly, but must be willing to be stern to accomplish major surgery. We are sent by God to lift up Jesus Christ, not to give wonderfully beautiful speeches. We must be willing to examine others as deeply as God has examined us. We must also be sharply intent on sensing those Scripture passages that will drive the truth home, and then not be afraid to apply them."&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oswald Chambers also mentions that "our only priority must be to present Jesus Christ crucified - to lift Him up all the time (1 Corinthians 2:2)"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To incorporate all this into living in Christian hedonism.. one would almost think that it would be impossible... In thinking that.. that one probably has not given their all to Jesus Christ.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am right now listening to the song "The Stand" and the Spirit led me to Isaiah 43.. it's just moved me to tears.. to know that the Lord still loves me.. in spite of all my shortcomings: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My unfaithfulness, my sin, my futility of mind.. He declares: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I created you, I formed you.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FEAR NOT! for I HAVE REDEEMED YOU! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have Summoned you &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;by name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU ARE MINE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He sees me and i am &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;precious and honored&lt;/span&gt; in HIS sight! and all because...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He loves me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He gave Jesus in exchange for my life, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and He calls me not to be afraid, and not to recall the things of the past..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See! He is doing a new thing.. He is blotting out my transgressions.. and He remembers my sin no more!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How can i nOT delight in His presence!&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Indeed the Lord has been good to me.. Jesus.. the Servant King.. ever loving, ever patient, ever merciful, ever gracious...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ever mine.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i.. ever His..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His banner over me indeed is love..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dont care that i took that totally out of context from Song of songs.. I Love Jesus! and i totally intend to marry him * :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My guy friends all laugh at me when i say that.. But.. I really dont care! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;JESUS is My stud!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:24px;"&gt;AND WHOEVER has a PROBLEM with that~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:24px;"&gt;can just k*** ** a***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:24px;"&gt;*gasp~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now.. let's not get too graphic over here... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But DANG! people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jesus is my own!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;* well from where i left off just now before.. being totally undivided in glorying in the presence of Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Anything and Everything i do... I DO it FOR JESUS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;the Essence of Christian Hedonism.. (by the way..EVERYONE  should read the book 'the Dangerous Duty of Delight by John Piper', it's AWESOME)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;That should be the way things are done around these parts!!! Finding Joy in talking about the truth of Jesus Christ, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;I have a good example of this.. my friend Annabelle was talking about my boyfriend Michael's graduating with honors.. He graduated Magna Cum Laude which means he got a CGPA of 3.90 and above. And she told her parents that he graduated Summa Cum Laude, which is a CGPA of 3.7 to 3.9. I was So mAD! I ran out of my room and corrected her instantly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I mean.. come on.. what is a grade point 0.2 difference!? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it Really isnt a big deal..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh but was I MAD! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then as i reflected:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Tis the same with Jesus.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Would you be mad if someone "compromised" the greatness of Our Lord?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Would we be totally Furious when someone downplays the Majesty of THE KING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Right now, in my current state of "spirituality", i know i wouldn't.. but i yearn to..  But Jesus Still loves me.. and He STILL whispers Isaiah 43 in my ears every morning when i wake up.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;It is whether or not i choose to be still.. and listen to His gentle voice,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;calling me by the endearments that He chose just for me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;He loves me, His mercies are new every morning.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;And His faithfulness and Love, they know no end..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5481767355989238113-3542997651830430317?l=greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com/feeds/3542997651830430317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5481767355989238113&amp;postID=3542997651830430317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481767355989238113/posts/default/3542997651830430317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481767355989238113/posts/default/3542997651830430317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com/2008/12/right-kind-of-help-by-oswald-chambers.html' title='The Right Kind of Help by Oswald Chambers.. well... i got a ton of that...'/><author><name>Esther</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMK_Ou7s_bU/TPL6RpRksbI/AAAAAAAAAR0/P43zKXVQ3jw/S220/Photo%2B792.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481767355989238113.post-2547611865791833794</id><published>2008-12-04T16:40:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T17:05:08.653-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the aftermath of last minute revision, stress induced insomnia and RockStar Pomegranate Energy Juice...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qMK_Ou7s_bU/SThdpIwmSFI/AAAAAAAAAJo/3wsoK-EuG-0/s1600-h/Photo+529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qMK_Ou7s_bU/SThdpIwmSFI/AAAAAAAAAJo/3wsoK-EuG-0/s320/Photo+529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276069924771874898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;See? Still alive and cognitive!  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qMK_Ou7s_bU/SThdo3BIsHI/AAAAAAAAAJg/M0DAqjynTZw/s1600-h/Photo+537.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qMK_Ou7s_bU/SThdo3BIsHI/AAAAAAAAAJg/M0DAqjynTZw/s320/Photo+537.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276069920009400434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hmmm... My eye feels a little dry-ish though.. hmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qMK_Ou7s_bU/SThdo2LPrII/AAAAAAAAAJY/BrBrX75VvS0/s1600-h/Photo+516.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qMK_Ou7s_bU/SThdo2LPrII/AAAAAAAAAJY/BrBrX75VvS0/s1600-h/Photo+516.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qMK_Ou7s_bU/SThdo2LPrII/AAAAAAAAAJY/BrBrX75VvS0/s320/Photo+516.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276069919783365762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WHOA!!!!! what is THAT!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qMK_Ou7s_bU/SThdogyv6FI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/OrGyugd3RWA/s1600-h/Photo+542.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qMK_Ou7s_bU/SThdogyv6FI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/OrGyugd3RWA/s1600-h/Photo+542.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qMK_Ou7s_bU/SThdogyv6FI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/OrGyugd3RWA/s320/Photo+542.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276069914043476050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'm Esther.. the Scarlet Eyed Monsterrrr... GARRRRRRRhhhh....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yeahyeah... I will go to see a Doctor tomorrow.. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I wanted to be able to go right now though, BUT the school clinic's policy:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Make an appointment first, and your assigned Doctor should be in to treat you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;well.. mine assigned Doctor has NEVER treated me before.. every stinkin' time I go to the Thielen Health Center, I always get the On-Call doctor.. Grhh... So no one really is familiar with my health records here.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;sighh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So for now... I have to deal with the weird, unnaturally colored cornea... :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;the stares of students that walk past me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;and my classmates, in their own words:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"Esther, So the Pump Pressure in the MEB is.. Ughh! Don't look at me!" (Erwin)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"What's wrong with you eye? Ew... Go get it checked!" (Matt Stebbs)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"Oh wow, Esther, You even tried to match it with your clothes today (i had on a red hoodie and my black coat and red mitts)" (Matt Stebbs)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"You look scary." (Junko)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"Eeeyerrr... " (Sheau Ting)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ahhh, College... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5481767355989238113-2547611865791833794?l=greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com/feeds/2547611865791833794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5481767355989238113&amp;postID=2547611865791833794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481767355989238113/posts/default/2547611865791833794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481767355989238113/posts/default/2547611865791833794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com/2008/12/aftermath-of-last-minute-revision.html' title='the aftermath of last minute revision, stress induced insomnia and RockStar Pomegranate Energy Juice...'/><author><name>Esther</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMK_Ou7s_bU/TPL6RpRksbI/AAAAAAAAAR0/P43zKXVQ3jw/S220/Photo%2B792.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qMK_Ou7s_bU/SThdpIwmSFI/AAAAAAAAAJo/3wsoK-EuG-0/s72-c/Photo+529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481767355989238113.post-7321978909329905704</id><published>2008-12-01T23:42:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T23:59:54.109-06:00</updated><title type='text'>O me of little faith...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMK_Ou7s_bU/STTNdO3wqoI/AAAAAAAAAJA/y40M_25yTjU/s1600-h/crown.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275066965649566338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 166px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 123px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMK_Ou7s_bU/STTNdO3wqoI/AAAAAAAAAJA/y40M_25yTjU/s320/crown.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hear my cry O God&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(even though I cry not);&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Attend to my prayer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I need YOU near).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From the end of the earth I will cry to You &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Teach me to cry out to YOU, for YOU are mighty to save).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When my heart is overwhelmed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;( with homework and not being able to excel in school ),&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lead me to the rock that is higher than I &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Let me abide in YOU and Your promises alone )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For YOU have been a shelter for me &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i still got an internship with my bad grades, my worth is in YOU, and i am still loved)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A strong tower from the enemy &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(who tells me lies that i believe in. refresh me with truth)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(YOU are my worth, I am not found worthy because of who I am or what I have accomplished for YOU O GOD give all men life an breath and everything elze)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will abide in Your tabernacle Forever &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( how i Long for YOUr kingdom to come in my Heart)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will trust in the Shelter of Your wings &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( I'm a Doubting Thomas, O me of little faith, why do you doubt?&lt;br /&gt;May i decrease and YOU increase O LORD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For YOU O God, have heard my vows &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I am sanctified by YOUR grace alone, not by works but by YOUR Blood)&lt;br /&gt;( I want to Love you and surrender my all to YOU)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU have given me the heritage of those who fear YOUR name.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU will prolong the king's life &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( You will give me good things all the days of my life for YOU are good to me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;His years as many generations.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He shall abide before God forever &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(O that i may be able to do that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OH prepare Mercy and Truth, which may preserve him! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Lord be merciful to a sinner like me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So I will sing to YOUR name FOREVER, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that I may daily perform my vows.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May the Lord be blessed Forever.. He is King&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5481767355989238113-7321978909329905704?l=greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com/feeds/7321978909329905704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5481767355989238113&amp;postID=7321978909329905704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481767355989238113/posts/default/7321978909329905704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481767355989238113/posts/default/7321978909329905704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com/2008/12/o-me-of-little-faith.html' title='O me of little faith...'/><author><name>Esther</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMK_Ou7s_bU/TPL6RpRksbI/AAAAAAAAAR0/P43zKXVQ3jw/S220/Photo%2B792.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMK_Ou7s_bU/STTNdO3wqoI/AAAAAAAAAJA/y40M_25yTjU/s72-c/crown.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481767355989238113.post-3729945776795318061</id><published>2008-11-29T22:11:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T22:58:01.458-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Suddenly, I look up and you're almost gone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qMK_Ou7s_bU/STIXwgByqAI/AAAAAAAAAIw/3A86eP-8Jb4/s320/Image2114.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274304235602880514" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like time passes by too fast..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qMK_Ou7s_bU/STIXxcIUloI/AAAAAAAAAI4/LS-X5s77RQ0/s320/Image2119.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274304251736397442" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was Michael's 23rd Birthday today and we celebrated him with his family..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a yummy lunch at The Café and then took his cousin Tressa for a campus tour (it started snowing); and then we passed by the Reiman Gardens (it's a campus park), and we decided to go in and visit the Butterfly Park (yes, we have a Butterfly conservatory, and it's free :P)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qMK_Ou7s_bU/STIXwXzC1tI/AAAAAAAAAIo/CmlkCUXEKyU/s320/Image2124.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274304233393542866" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was awesome beautiful! The cousins and Grandma Jan left shortly after, and it was a prayer &amp;amp; scripture read pre-siesta time for Michael and I..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qMK_Ou7s_bU/STIXwJEsz-I/AAAAAAAAAIg/hlgINpy_h6w/s320/Image2116.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274304229441064930" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qMK_Ou7s_bU/STIXvg0elFI/AAAAAAAAAIY/KBp0JSJkLiI/s320/Image2122.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274304218635605074" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, we went on a 1-on-1 date at The Broiler with good, succulent steak and then a movie afterward on my wonderful cable TV..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We watched Father of the Bride.. and it just hit me, literally, I felt the emotion collide with my brain like a MAC truck..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 593px;" src="http://www.gwoltal.myfastmail.com/files/Mack%20Truck" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Michael is graduating in 3 weeks.. and he would leave Iowa State FOREVER! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I wouldn't be able to spend Whole days with him anymore.. i was so overwhelmed ( and so emo-ed, i burst into tears.. ) but I know for SURE,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Absence makes the heart grow fonder...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I know, the LORD is watching, and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All things work together for good for those who love HIM. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I wait for HIM to make All things Beautiful in HIS time, though it may involve a little bit of heartache here and there.. My Hope is in the LORD..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and so there's no talk about deferred hope making ill the heart.. *ideally*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So We keep our eyes focused on Father, and cherish each other's company and time while we still have it.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 more sweet weeks of bumping into &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt; on campus &lt;3 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Michael mon cherí.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt; you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5481767355989238113-3729945776795318061?l=greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com/feeds/3729945776795318061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5481767355989238113&amp;postID=3729945776795318061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481767355989238113/posts/default/3729945776795318061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481767355989238113/posts/default/3729945776795318061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com/2008/11/suddenly-i-look-up-and-youre-almost.html' title='Suddenly, I look up and you&apos;re almost gone.'/><author><name>Esther</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMK_Ou7s_bU/TPL6RpRksbI/AAAAAAAAAR0/P43zKXVQ3jw/S220/Photo%2B792.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qMK_Ou7s_bU/STIXwgByqAI/AAAAAAAAAIw/3A86eP-8Jb4/s72-c/Image2114.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481767355989238113.post-132375692448632244</id><published>2008-11-28T19:19:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T21:18:28.129-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qMK_Ou7s_bU/STCZBOXCb8I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/OoaVYS6TVSo/s1600-h/Image2053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qMK_Ou7s_bU/STCZBOXCb8I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/OoaVYS6TVSo/s320/Image2053.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273883409964494786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When faced with Trials from without&lt;div&gt;Or tempted from Within,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rely on the LORD for strength&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To turn away from sin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Sper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5481767355989238113-132375692448632244?l=greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com/feeds/132375692448632244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5481767355989238113&amp;postID=132375692448632244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481767355989238113/posts/default/132375692448632244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481767355989238113/posts/default/132375692448632244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com/2008/11/when-faced-with-trials-from-without-or.html' title=''/><author><name>Esther</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMK_Ou7s_bU/TPL6RpRksbI/AAAAAAAAAR0/P43zKXVQ3jw/S220/Photo%2B792.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qMK_Ou7s_bU/STCZBOXCb8I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/OoaVYS6TVSo/s72-c/Image2053.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481767355989238113.post-2209664984470570598</id><published>2008-11-12T19:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T19:37:28.803-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfecting the art of</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chicken and Potato in Oyster sauce &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qMK_Ou7s_bU/SRuC_umhYiI/AAAAAAAAAIE/9wHuMTFFpQk/s320/Photo+492.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267948220492898850" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have gotten the perfect recipe! Just how mommy makes it *yummm*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You have no idea how many failures i had, burnt/overcooked chicken, undercooked potatoes, too salty, too bland, weird chicken taste... and now FINALLY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 pound chicken ( like 2 thighs/ 3 drumsticks/ 2 whitemeats)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;marinate for 10 minutes with oyster sauce( 3 tablespoons) soysauce ( 2 table spoons), and a dash of " mm heong fun (5-spice powder)"*agak-agak la*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in a pot,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;saute´ minced garlic and 2cm cinnamon stick, half a star anise, thin ginger slices( i put like 4 slices) and 4 cloves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Add cubed potatoes (1 large potato) fry awhile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then add the chicken and marinade (add a little water)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;let cook till potatoes are soft/chicken is cooked( dont overcook), and take out for eat! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh my gosh.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO goood!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Serves one Esther.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*hehehe...*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5481767355989238113-2209664984470570598?l=greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com/feeds/2209664984470570598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5481767355989238113&amp;postID=2209664984470570598' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481767355989238113/posts/default/2209664984470570598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481767355989238113/posts/default/2209664984470570598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com/2008/11/perfecting-art-of.html' title='Perfecting the art of'/><author><name>Esther</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMK_Ou7s_bU/TPL6RpRksbI/AAAAAAAAAR0/P43zKXVQ3jw/S220/Photo%2B792.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qMK_Ou7s_bU/SRuC_umhYiI/AAAAAAAAAIE/9wHuMTFFpQk/s72-c/Photo+492.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481767355989238113.post-801458716215495131</id><published>2008-11-12T13:23:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T13:29:01.250-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Listen and be Still before Him.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qMK_Ou7s_bU/SRsuagtK77I/AAAAAAAAAH8/1ZHh_dDXa1I/s1600-h/a+floral+blue+carpet.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qMK_Ou7s_bU/SRsuagtK77I/AAAAAAAAAH8/1ZHh_dDXa1I/s320/a+floral+blue+carpet.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267855222130798514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Search me O Lord and know my heart,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Try me and Know my anxieties,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;See if there is any wicked way in me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And Lead me in the way everlasting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5481767355989238113-801458716215495131?l=greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com/feeds/801458716215495131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5481767355989238113&amp;postID=801458716215495131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481767355989238113/posts/default/801458716215495131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481767355989238113/posts/default/801458716215495131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greensleevesandheather.blogspot.com/2008/11/listen-and-be-still-before-him.html' title='Listen and be Still before Him.'/><author><name>Esther</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMK_Ou7s_bU/TPL6RpRksbI/AAAAAAAAAR0/P43zKXVQ3jw/S220/Photo%2B792.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qMK_Ou7s_bU/SRsuagtK77I/AAAAAAAAAH8/1ZHh_dDXa1I/s72-c/a+floral+blue+carpet.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
