<?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-18471438</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:21:16.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyn-z-4Jesus</title><subtitle type='html'>Just an ordinary girl serving an extraordinary God!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Lyn-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658093011007241645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SMcwptrEBlI/AAAAAAAAAXU/UG_GKOzGEOI/S220/DLB_0050_D5.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>119</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471438.post-6869963326524461001</id><published>2009-02-25T10:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T11:06:49.877-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 Month, 3 Baby Girls!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SaWU8hycYQI/AAAAAAAAAm0/69Dc_bpEc7E/s1600-h/DC+294.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306811503509004546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SaWU8hycYQI/AAAAAAAAAm0/69Dc_bpEc7E/s320/DC+294.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is Baby &lt;strong&gt;Kelsey Evans&lt;/strong&gt;. She is the daughter of our friends Jonathan &amp;amp; Kanika. I went to Baylor with them &amp;amp; can't believe they have a baby now! &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Baby &lt;strong&gt;Noelle Nelson&lt;/strong&gt;--This is my college roomie, Michelle's 2nd little girl. Her first looks just like her husband, but this baby looks like Michelle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SaWThznlNVI/AAAAAAAAAms/b1I7ehJLphM/s1600-h/DC+300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306809944927188306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SaWThznlNVI/AAAAAAAAAms/b1I7ehJLphM/s320/DC+300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SaWThiIW7CI/AAAAAAAAAmk/DbErgQBgXMY/s1600-h/DC+294.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is niece #5 in the Bolton family! Sweet baby &lt;strong&gt;Dayna Bolton&lt;/strong&gt; was only 5lbs 7oz when she was born. She was the tiniest baby I'd ever seen! She's so sweet &amp;amp; beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SaWThWfcq-I/AAAAAAAAAmc/7e_IWwzNdZw/s1600-h/DC+288.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306809937108446178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SaWThWfcq-I/AAAAAAAAAmc/7e_IWwzNdZw/s320/DC+288.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/18471438-6869963326524461001?l=lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/feeds/6869963326524461001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471438&amp;postID=6869963326524461001' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/6869963326524461001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/6869963326524461001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/2009/02/1-month-3-baby-girls.html' title='1 Month, 3 Baby Girls!'/><author><name>Lyn-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658093011007241645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SMcwptrEBlI/AAAAAAAAAXU/UG_GKOzGEOI/S220/DLB_0050_D5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SaWU8hycYQI/AAAAAAAAAm0/69Dc_bpEc7E/s72-c/DC+294.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471438.post-6282888210406173764</id><published>2009-02-04T06:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T06:54:56.099-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Technical Difficulties</title><content type='html'>.....I know, I know.  It's been 2 weeks since the inauguration &amp;amp; I still have not posted the pics!  It's coming, I promise!  Hang in there with me!  We had so many pictures to upload, we ran out of space on our personal computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check back in a day or so!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471438-6282888210406173764?l=lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/feeds/6282888210406173764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471438&amp;postID=6282888210406173764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/6282888210406173764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/6282888210406173764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/2009/02/technical-difficulties.html' title='Technical Difficulties'/><author><name>Lyn-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658093011007241645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SMcwptrEBlI/AAAAAAAAAXU/UG_GKOzGEOI/S220/DLB_0050_D5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471438.post-2846393252097520814</id><published>2009-01-18T20:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T20:59:42.371-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two in Six Million</title><content type='html'>In about four hours we will leave for the airport to fly off to D.C.  We are looking forward to the opportunity to attend the 2009 inauguration of Barack Obama.  I have never been to the capital, so I'm looking forward to all the sight-seeing!  It's going to be cold, so we've got our snow boots, thermals, &amp;amp; heavy coats. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will be about two in six million attending!  That's a lot of people, &amp;amp; we almost backed out of this trip.  I'm glad we decided to just go for it. We will get to witness history in the making in our country, and be able to pass the memories down to our children one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check back in several days for pics &amp;amp; stories!  Bon Voyage!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471438-2846393252097520814?l=lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/feeds/2846393252097520814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471438&amp;postID=2846393252097520814' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/2846393252097520814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/2846393252097520814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/2009/01/two-in-six-million.html' title='Two in Six Million'/><author><name>Lyn-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658093011007241645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SMcwptrEBlI/AAAAAAAAAXU/UG_GKOzGEOI/S220/DLB_0050_D5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471438.post-1356985577182006949</id><published>2009-01-05T07:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T07:08:00.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 365!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SWFts8lHT6I/AAAAAAAAAlw/e9Ih0xSXByA/s1600-h/DLB_0264_D2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287628056453140386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SWFts8lHT6I/AAAAAAAAAlw/e9Ih0xSXByA/s400/DLB_0264_D2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/18471438-1356985577182006949?l=lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/feeds/1356985577182006949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471438&amp;postID=1356985577182006949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/1356985577182006949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/1356985577182006949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-365.html' title='Day 365!'/><author><name>Lyn-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658093011007241645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SMcwptrEBlI/AAAAAAAAAXU/UG_GKOzGEOI/S220/DLB_0050_D5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SWFts8lHT6I/AAAAAAAAAlw/e9Ih0xSXByA/s72-c/DLB_0264_D2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471438.post-8038959210564805688</id><published>2008-12-18T20:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T20:17:20.685-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Celebrating...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SUsgLeNSzPI/AAAAAAAAAlo/-Bzfo1yXN8E/s1600-h/Picture+179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281350369481510130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SUsgLeNSzPI/AAAAAAAAAlo/-Bzfo1yXN8E/s400/Picture+179.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/18471438-8038959210564805688?l=lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/feeds/8038959210564805688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471438&amp;postID=8038959210564805688' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/8038959210564805688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/8038959210564805688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/2008/12/were-celebrating.html' title='We&apos;re Celebrating...'/><author><name>Lyn-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658093011007241645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SMcwptrEBlI/AAAAAAAAAXU/UG_GKOzGEOI/S220/DLB_0050_D5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SUsgLeNSzPI/AAAAAAAAAlo/-Bzfo1yXN8E/s72-c/Picture+179.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471438.post-6829139797339342043</id><published>2008-12-18T19:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T19:48:56.605-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith and Finances</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SUsZPGbBkJI/AAAAAAAAAlg/rFD8Rq1vm00/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281342735234732178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 93px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SUsZPGbBkJI/AAAAAAAAAlg/rFD8Rq1vm00/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Did you know there are more verses about money in the Bible than any other subject? God cares about how we spend money, how we save it, how we give it, and our overall view of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Faith and finances go together, they are not seperate&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Delario and I got married, we immediately knew our money needed a makeover! Unfortunately, in college (and after) we both made some unwise financial decisions, which followed us into our marriage. I wish I would have taken the wise counsel when I was single to pay off debt...instead, I went shopping!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They say more than any other subject, money can cause the most strife in a marriage. It's true, it can.....and it does, when you have not learned how to be kingdom-minded when it comes to money. If we would only trust God and follow His lead in our finances, we would save ourselves a lot of trouble.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We knew the Lord was ready for us to get serious about our money when we got the book, &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.daveramsey.com/"&gt;"Total Money Make-Over" by Dave Ramsey&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, in the mail as a wedding gift six months after we got married! We carefully read the book, and got started reducing our debt. I'm happy to announce at the end of this year, we will have paid off more than $20k in debt! That's a lot of money, and a lot of sacrifice!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, it has been so freeing! God wants us to be free in all areas of our lives-even our finances! Are you financially free? Don't know where to start? No worries. Here's how we did it:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;We listed all debt from the least amount to the greatest amount, and began paying off our debt from the smallest debt owed and worked our way up to the top.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Double up on payments when possible&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;We made a budget everytime we got paid, allocating every single penny, being careful not to wastefully spend&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remain faithful in paying your tithes....it will stretch your faith, but God is faithful to provide all your needs! We promise!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Try to tithe to yourself as well. This is called the 10-10-80 method (tithe church 10%, yourself 10%, and pay bills &amp;amp; living expenses off the 80% left)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;It doesn't matter how much or how little you make, God wants us to be faithful stewards with what He has given us. Our goal for 2009 is to save more money and give more money. As we pay off the debts, we are able to give to ministries, family, missionaries, etc. In the book of Acts, the first Christians went without a need in the Body. Wouldn't it be nice if we got back to that philosophy of giving?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, what are you waiting for? Do you have the faith to give over your finances to the Lord? Ask for the Lord's wisdom in this matter. I trust He will speak! I leave you with this verse I read just this morning during my quiet time with the Lord:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Of what use is money in the hand of a fool, since he has no desire to get wisdom?" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Proverbs 17:16&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471438-6829139797339342043?l=lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/feeds/6829139797339342043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471438&amp;postID=6829139797339342043' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/6829139797339342043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/6829139797339342043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/2008/12/faith-and-finances.html' title='Faith and Finances'/><author><name>Lyn-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658093011007241645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SMcwptrEBlI/AAAAAAAAAXU/UG_GKOzGEOI/S220/DLB_0050_D5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SUsZPGbBkJI/AAAAAAAAAlg/rFD8Rq1vm00/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471438.post-7140434843629784407</id><published>2008-12-10T06:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:17:42.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Anti-Christ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/ST_c8nWqP5I/AAAAAAAAAlY/mfYSVmuj_H4/s1600-h/ap_obama_win_081105_ssh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278180222215798674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/ST_c8nWqP5I/AAAAAAAAAlY/mfYSVmuj_H4/s320/ap_obama_win_081105_ssh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've avoided blogging about this topic, but I just can't keep quiet about it any longer. It all began about 5 months ago when a white co-worker of mine suggested that Obama &lt;em&gt;might&lt;/em&gt; be the anti-Christ. I was quite shocked to hear this allegation, but just assummed it was one opinion of one person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, as the election drew closer, and Obama began to narrow in the lead, I began hearing this allegation of the anti-Christ more frequently from primarily white, conservative Christians.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let the record be shown here, as a Christian I do not agree with all of Obama's politics, but I did vote for him. Proud of it. Not ashamed. Yes, I still love Jesus. (Last time I checked Christ was not the leader of either party, but He is Head of the Church!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was at a Christmas dinner last night when someone "&lt;em&gt;jokingly"&lt;/em&gt; said something about our new president being the anti-Christ. I believe her statement only became a joke when she looked over at me and realized there was a black woman at the dinner table. &lt;strong&gt;Oops!&lt;/strong&gt; I guess that wouldn't have been the right time to announce to my white Christian friends my husband and I are going to Obama's inaguration on January 20, 2009?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seems to me many white Christians who think Obama may be the anit-Christ don't like him because he does not fit into their little box of what a "Christian President" should look like. I guess George W. Bush did? Not quite. Just two nights ago on Nightline, in an interview GWB said he does not believe the Bible is a literal text and that the same God Christians pray to is the same God Muslim's and every other religion pray to. Really? I thought the Christian God was the Triunal God? Doesn't that make Him distinct?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I digress...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My pastor, &lt;a href="http://www.ocbfchurch.org/"&gt;Dr. Tony Evans of Oak Cliff Bible Fellowship&lt;/a&gt;, who is considered a conservative evangelical preacher, and very well respected throughout the nation as a Bible scholar and teacher has been invited to speak at the Inaguration Prayer Breakfast next month. I don't think Tony Evans would risk his reputation speaking there if he thought Obama was the anti-Christ! (Disclaimer: I am not suggesting Evans voted for him...I have no idea how he voted)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Instead of spreading rumors and speculations of Obama being the anti-Christ, I encourage all of us to pray for him. Isn't that what scripture challenges us to do for our government leaders? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/18471438-7140434843629784407?l=lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/feeds/7140434843629784407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471438&amp;postID=7140434843629784407' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/7140434843629784407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/7140434843629784407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/2008/12/anti-christ.html' title='The Anti-Christ?'/><author><name>Lyn-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658093011007241645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SMcwptrEBlI/AAAAAAAAAXU/UG_GKOzGEOI/S220/DLB_0050_D5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/ST_c8nWqP5I/AAAAAAAAAlY/mfYSVmuj_H4/s72-c/ap_obama_win_081105_ssh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471438.post-4914843788219178644</id><published>2008-12-04T18:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T07:31:55.465-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's birthday is it anyway?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/STiQDwrxRYI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/aNcHpQsZH2g/s1600-h/birthday_candles.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276125357747029378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/STiQDwrxRYI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/aNcHpQsZH2g/s320/birthday_candles.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, the holiday season has officially been kicked off with Thanksgiving being a week ago. I hope all had a wonderful time giving thanks and eating turkey and getting stuffed with stuffing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One can barely catch their breath before looking up and it's already December and the Christmas countdown has begun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love Christmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The decorations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The festivities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is so tempting to let all of the extra sights and traditions of Christmas distract us from what Christmas is really all about: &lt;em&gt;A Birthday Party for Jesus&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I work in a local elementary school in the community where I work, and yesterday while coloring a picture of Santa Clause, my co-worker asked the kids, "So who's birthday do we celebrate on Christmas?" They all just sat around looking at each other, and one kid confidently yelled out, "Santa!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow. Santa. Really?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They seriously sat there for a minute not knowing what we were talking about. So, we told them during Christmas we celebrate Jesus' birthday. The sweet kids then said, "&lt;em&gt;Ohhhhhhhh!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was such a startling moment for me. So, I ask, do your children know who's birthday it is we will celebrate on the 25th of December? Will they say Jesus? I encourage us all to take time to tell someone &lt;em&gt;everyday&lt;/em&gt; until Christmas that the 25th is the birth day of Jesus!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471438-4914843788219178644?l=lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/feeds/4914843788219178644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471438&amp;postID=4914843788219178644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/4914843788219178644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/4914843788219178644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/2008/12/whos-birthday-is-it-anyway.html' title='Who&apos;s birthday is it anyway?'/><author><name>Lyn-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658093011007241645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SMcwptrEBlI/AAAAAAAAAXU/UG_GKOzGEOI/S220/DLB_0050_D5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/STiQDwrxRYI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/aNcHpQsZH2g/s72-c/birthday_candles.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471438.post-2774521277856158811</id><published>2008-11-12T17:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T20:43:04.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dealing with Difficult Disciples</title><content type='html'>Notice my title does not mention dealing with difficult &lt;em&gt;people&lt;/em&gt;. I am specifically referring in this post how to deal with difficult disciples--you know, those who call themselves followers of Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided getting along with non-believers is much easier at times than getting along with Christians. I've found myself here recently absolutely amazed at the behavior of some fellow-Christians God has providentially placed in my life. I use the word providence because I know the Lord has a purpose for me and you crossing paths with every single person we encounter in life. We don't get to choose those people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have attempted to avoid one person I have been having difficulty with, thinking that was the best method to keep the peace. Well, that didn't work. Then I thought, "I'm not going to let this person talk to me this way, I'm going to start retailiating and putting this person in their place!" Well, that only created more hostility. I found myself being very angry, judgmental, and completely consumed about their sinful behavior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I really wanted this person to change, while all along God was asking me to change&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a conversation with my friend, Lori, (who is &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; a difficult disciple!), she challenged me to stop trying to control the other person's behavior, and instead, to take control of &lt;em&gt;my behavior&lt;/em&gt; toward this difficult disciple. Then Lori wisely lead me to the word of God:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brothers, if someone is caught in a sin, you who are spiritual should restore him gently. But watch yourself, or you also may be tempted. Carry each other's burdens, and in this way you will fulfill the law of Christ.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Galatians 6:1-2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ouch. I read this and knew immediately what my response should be with this difficult disciple. The truth is, sin is contagious. While I was ranting about this person's sinful behavior, I became sinful myself. I was pointing out the speck in their eye, while not recognizing the log in my own eye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I confessed this to the Lord, released this person, and got busy restoring this difficult disciple gently. Does this mean we are best friends? No. But it does mean I can serve this person, pray for this person, write a note of encouragement, listen to this person, seek to understand this person. But the greatest way I can restore this person is to &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; them, which is the true mark of a disciple of Christ. The law of Christ mentioned in verse 2 above is: &lt;em&gt;Love thy neighbor&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Do you have a difficult disciple in your life? Maybe it is your husband, your mother, a co-worker, a roomate, or an in-law. I encourage you to meditate on this passage and then apply it to your difficult situation. I trust the Lord will honor your obedience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Many months ago I saw a prayer posted in a friend's office. I didn't understand it at the time I read it, but oh boy, do I now! It read the following,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Lord, grant me the compassion to love, rather than to tolerate."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;God has not called us to tolerance, but He has called us to love. One requires the supernatural Spirit of God, one does not. This is now my prayer too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471438-2774521277856158811?l=lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/feeds/2774521277856158811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471438&amp;postID=2774521277856158811' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/2774521277856158811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/2774521277856158811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/2008/11/dealing-with-difficult-disciples.html' title='Dealing with Difficult Disciples'/><author><name>Lyn-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658093011007241645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SMcwptrEBlI/AAAAAAAAAXU/UG_GKOzGEOI/S220/DLB_0050_D5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471438.post-4563779407965121212</id><published>2008-11-05T14:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T16:52:38.652-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. President</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SRI_BatF8SI/AAAAAAAAAlI/aLMIGmEkyGA/s1600-h/ap_obama_win_081105_ssh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265340207930405154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 310px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SRI_BatF8SI/AAAAAAAAAlI/aLMIGmEkyGA/s400/ap_obama_win_081105_ssh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My heart is overwhelmed today as I woke up this morning to the reality of the first ever African-American (bi-racial, to be exact) President-Elect of The United States!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I kept the old Civil Rights theme song in my mind yesterday and today, "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wbv24MWa_jg&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;We Shall Overcome&lt;/a&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now, not just African Americans, but all Americans &lt;em&gt;have &lt;/em&gt;overcome. Now we can shout with hope and unity, "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes We Can&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can read President-Elect Barak Obama's acceptance speech &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2008/POLITICS/11/04/obama.transcript/index.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My husband and I, along with some friends from church celebrated together last night at an election watch party.  We screamed, cried tears of joy, reflected on the struggle of our parents, grandparents, &amp;amp; great-grandparents, and pinched ourselves in total disbelief!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What about you? How did you celebrate this historical moment?  What are your thoughts on our new president?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471438-4563779407965121212?l=lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/feeds/4563779407965121212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471438&amp;postID=4563779407965121212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/4563779407965121212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/4563779407965121212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/2008/11/mr-president.html' title='Mr. President'/><author><name>Lyn-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658093011007241645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SMcwptrEBlI/AAAAAAAAAXU/UG_GKOzGEOI/S220/DLB_0050_D5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SRI_BatF8SI/AAAAAAAAAlI/aLMIGmEkyGA/s72-c/ap_obama_win_081105_ssh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471438.post-2960719294782953713</id><published>2008-11-04T07:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T07:41:01.217-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes We Can!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SRBs_LljGSI/AAAAAAAAAlA/J29osOqTbHQ/s1600-h/Picture+138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264827797093947682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SRBs_LljGSI/AAAAAAAAAlA/J29osOqTbHQ/s320/Picture+138.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/18471438-2960719294782953713?l=lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/feeds/2960719294782953713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471438&amp;postID=2960719294782953713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/2960719294782953713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/2960719294782953713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/2008/11/yes-we-can.html' title='Yes We Can!'/><author><name>Lyn-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658093011007241645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SMcwptrEBlI/AAAAAAAAAXU/UG_GKOzGEOI/S220/DLB_0050_D5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SRBs_LljGSI/AAAAAAAAAlA/J29osOqTbHQ/s72-c/Picture+138.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471438.post-6402354334241071071</id><published>2008-10-18T20:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T20:24:19.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Your Blessings Fall!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SPqn2K0eHWI/AAAAAAAAAZs/ODRF15LHUbc/s1600-h/DSCF0632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258700063967681890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SPqn2K0eHWI/AAAAAAAAAZs/ODRF15LHUbc/s320/DSCF0632.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite season by far is fall: the smells, colors, and cool air just make my heart feel all warm and fuzzy. We just hit our cool temps here in Dallas this last week, so it was time to officially make our home fall friendly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I put my Martha Stewart skills to work and decorated our mantle on a dime! My hubby and I went shopping together and had a great time! Awww...we are approaching our first holiday season as man and wife! What about you? What do you love about fall? Enjoy these pics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258700069951465266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SPqn2hHHZzI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/NHaZIyX9IWU/s320/DSCF0633.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258700081387272290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SPqn3Ltn-GI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/aJTLjvVxp_Q/s320/DSCF0634.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258700091663473506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SPqn3x_qW2I/AAAAAAAAAaE/HrtzfwiMBtU/s320/DSCF0635.JPG" border="0" /&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/18471438-6402354334241071071?l=lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/feeds/6402354334241071071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471438&amp;postID=6402354334241071071' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/6402354334241071071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/6402354334241071071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/2008/10/let-your-blessings-fall.html' title='Let Your Blessings Fall!'/><author><name>Lyn-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658093011007241645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SMcwptrEBlI/AAAAAAAAAXU/UG_GKOzGEOI/S220/DLB_0050_D5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SPqn2K0eHWI/AAAAAAAAAZs/ODRF15LHUbc/s72-c/DSCF0632.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471438.post-4110607153286564803</id><published>2008-10-13T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T19:27:57.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fireproof</title><content type='html'>Within the last 5 months or so, my husband and I know of multiple marriages on the brink of divorce. Sure, we all hear about the statistics of marriages ending in divorce, but these are our friends and family members battling broken marriages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it's more disheartening to me because I am married now. D and I went to see an excellent Christian film, &lt;a href="http://www.fireproofthemovie.com/"&gt;Fireproof&lt;/a&gt;, a couple of weeks ago, and it is a must see for everyone: married or single. We came out knowing one thing for sure:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every marriage will go through the fire...the couples equipped to extinguish those fires can survive&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I encourage everyone to go see this movie, or send a couple as a treat to go see it! Let's fight for our families and have marriages that are fireproof against the schemes of the Enemy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the trailer of &lt;em&gt;Fireproof&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/M5lSu6GkC2k&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471438-4110607153286564803?l=lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/feeds/4110607153286564803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471438&amp;postID=4110607153286564803' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/4110607153286564803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/4110607153286564803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/2008/10/fireproof.html' title='Fireproof'/><author><name>Lyn-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658093011007241645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SMcwptrEBlI/AAAAAAAAAXU/UG_GKOzGEOI/S220/DLB_0050_D5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471438.post-53186635562873051</id><published>2008-09-17T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T18:57:37.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lynzee Rocks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247174227728126738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SNG1KM5R0xI/AAAAAAAAAZM/uOK9Mip4IeQ/s320/LZ-18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a random image search for my name, the exact way it is spelled, I found out that Lynzee is an old 80s rock group!!!! No kidding! Check out the history of the band &lt;a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://www.lynzee.net/LynzeeLogoBandW.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://www.lynzee.net/&amp;amp;h=350&amp;amp;w=800&amp;amp;sz=28&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=1&amp;amp;usg=__7wuJswgOIkY4LkPOfp2zRszxeTk=&amp;amp;tbnid=-3IC477mBZpD7M:&amp;amp;tbnh=63&amp;amp;tbnw=143&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dlynzee%26gbv%3D2%26ndsp%3D20%26hl%3Den%26sa%3DN"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247174405409110322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SNG1UizueTI/AAAAAAAAAZU/O-ofXeraDJI/s320/Pr88Group3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you ever heard of this band? Are you a fan? I feel really cool having a rock band named after me! Google your name &amp;amp; see what you get. Let me know if it's as cool as this rock band. Gotta love the hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471438-53186635562873051?l=lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/feeds/53186635562873051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471438&amp;postID=53186635562873051' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/53186635562873051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/53186635562873051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/2008/09/lynzee-rocks.html' title='Lynzee Rocks!'/><author><name>Lyn-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658093011007241645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SMcwptrEBlI/AAAAAAAAAXU/UG_GKOzGEOI/S220/DLB_0050_D5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SNG1KM5R0xI/AAAAAAAAAZM/uOK9Mip4IeQ/s72-c/LZ-18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471438.post-9074226561981309286</id><published>2008-09-09T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T20:37:53.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>8 is Great!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SMc_yHbAUjI/AAAAAAAAAY0/ueQlefyWpEM/s1600-h/DLB_0264_D2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244230421314556466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SMc_yHbAUjI/AAAAAAAAAY0/ueQlefyWpEM/s320/DLB_0264_D2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In honor of our 8 month anniversary last Friday, here are 8 great photos from the wedding day! I promise once we hit 1 year I'll stop posting so many wedding pics!!! Enjoy!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244230993883917666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SMdATcaLbWI/AAAAAAAAAY8/m2gDKnHvAE8/s320/DLB_0060_D5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244228277012817522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SMc91TRoZnI/AAAAAAAAAYk/Ezm3AjwRYKY/s320/DLB_0058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244228271491529842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SMc90-tQPHI/AAAAAAAAAYU/hbJ4-TAnP8A/s320/DLB_0025_D2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244228283358146466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SMc91q6eb6I/AAAAAAAAAYs/nQiLF3QlS0Y/s320/DLB_0109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244228274576153138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SMc91KMr2jI/AAAAAAAAAYc/bZKlgV9cEHw/s320/DLB_0055_D5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244226458966024002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SMc8Lehf30I/AAAAAAAAAX8/iym_LWz2oXk/s320/DLB_0139_D3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244227431999044226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SMc9EHWpeoI/AAAAAAAAAYE/iS1q-ojYyCg/s320/DLB_0147.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471438-9074226561981309286?l=lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/feeds/9074226561981309286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471438&amp;postID=9074226561981309286' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/9074226561981309286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/9074226561981309286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/2008/09/8-is-great.html' title='8 is Great!'/><author><name>Lyn-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658093011007241645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SMcwptrEBlI/AAAAAAAAAXU/UG_GKOzGEOI/S220/DLB_0050_D5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SMc_yHbAUjI/AAAAAAAAAY0/ueQlefyWpEM/s72-c/DLB_0264_D2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471438.post-6021914615051902557</id><published>2008-09-03T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T07:17:27.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Palin's Petty Politics</title><content type='html'>Ok, I just got finished watching the RNC and Governor Sarah Palin accept her party's nomination as the Vice President.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, let me say I do not consider myself a democrat nor republican. I have given both parties a fair and balanced look. Tonight, my decision has been made crystal clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am endorsing and voting for the &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.barackobama.com"&gt;Obama/Biden&lt;/a&gt; ticket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, first let's get back to why I am angry. I am so offended by Palin's negative comments of Obama being a former community organizer. &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2008/POLITICS/09/03/palin.transcript/index.html"&gt;(Here is the entire transcript of her speech.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She boasts of first being involved with the local PTA-what does she think that is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an employee of a &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.hisbridgebuilders.org"&gt;faith-based inner-city community organization/ministry&lt;/a&gt;, I am highly offended of her insinuations that community work is not a noble or respectable work. It further solidifies for me that the GOP is not for all people, but only a few. The work millions of Americans are doing in communities, especially those communities where "&lt;em&gt;the least of these...&lt;/em&gt;" reside, is honorable, worthy, sacrficial, and deserves respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shame on you, Sarah Palin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admire a man who desires the office of the presidency recognizes the value of community. In my opinion, that &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; putting &lt;strong&gt;"country first."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471438-6021914615051902557?l=lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/feeds/6021914615051902557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471438&amp;postID=6021914615051902557' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/6021914615051902557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/6021914615051902557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/2008/09/palins-politics-pitiful.html' title='Palin&apos;s Petty Politics'/><author><name>Lyn-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658093011007241645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SMcwptrEBlI/AAAAAAAAAXU/UG_GKOzGEOI/S220/DLB_0050_D5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471438.post-5646202534681279033</id><published>2008-08-28T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T15:23:49.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Stop Dreaming</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SLcgCyMCKRI/AAAAAAAAAXI/VTiD9_Wz3ks/s1600-h/2005-1-16-mlk.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today marks the 45th anniversary of the Civil Rights march on Washington on August 28, 1963, and Dr. Martin Luther King's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I Have A Dream"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; speech. Tonight Barak Obama will accept his party's nomination as the first African-American presidential nominee. Despite your political persuasion, this indeed is a monumental moment in history. I am thankful to be alive to be able to witness such a day.  &lt;em&gt;Never stop dreaming&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PbUtL_0vAJk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PbUtL_0vAJk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471438-5646202534681279033?l=lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/feeds/5646202534681279033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471438&amp;postID=5646202534681279033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/5646202534681279033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/5646202534681279033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/2008/08/never-stop-dreaming.html' title='Never Stop Dreaming'/><author><name>Lyn-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658093011007241645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SMcwptrEBlI/AAAAAAAAAXU/UG_GKOzGEOI/S220/DLB_0050_D5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471438.post-4013513562132993956</id><published>2008-08-27T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T20:32:38.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Phelps Phever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SLYcLVqmS9I/AAAAAAAAAXA/GRzb47rBIHw/s1600-h/_42737383_ap416phelps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239406197612104658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SLYcLVqmS9I/AAAAAAAAAXA/GRzb47rBIHw/s320/_42737383_ap416phelps.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I don't know about you, but over here at my house, we were totally obsessed with the Olympics. Both my husband and I said we enjoyed it more this year than ever before. I know that had to do with the amazing performance of Michael Phelps--8 golds in one Olympics-WOW! Maybe it also had something to do with high gas prices and us being stuck at home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sweet husband has been inspired and has Phelps Phever! You see, my honey is a 29 year-old man who cannot swim (sorry I told your secret!). So, he's decided to take swim lessons beginning next Tuesday for the next month. When he called the aquatic center in our city, he asked the person on the other line, "What's that style of swimming Michael Phelps does? That's what I want to learn!" I thought that was so cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As he went to go pay his fee today for his swim lessons, an elderly woman of at least 106 years-old (according to my husband), took one look at him and said, "Your'e gonna sink straight to the bottom!" Isn't that a hoot!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Truth is, I admire him for having the courage at 29 to try to learn how to swim and not let fear or pride get in the way of his desire to learn how to swim. Keep checking back in &amp;amp; see how D is doing in swim lessons!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What about you? Did watching the Olympics inspire you? If so, how?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471438-4013513562132993956?l=lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/feeds/4013513562132993956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471438&amp;postID=4013513562132993956' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/4013513562132993956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/4013513562132993956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/2008/08/phelps-phever.html' title='Phelps Phever'/><author><name>Lyn-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658093011007241645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SMcwptrEBlI/AAAAAAAAAXU/UG_GKOzGEOI/S220/DLB_0050_D5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SLYcLVqmS9I/AAAAAAAAAXA/GRzb47rBIHw/s72-c/_42737383_ap416phelps.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471438.post-6397766923437896265</id><published>2008-08-24T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T15:03:09.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bible Belt and Irving Bible</title><content type='html'>Jackie Roese, pastor to women of &lt;a href="http://www.irvingbible.org/index.php?id=1259"&gt;Irving Bible Church&lt;/a&gt; in Irving, Texas made history today at IBC...she became the first woman to teach from the pulpit on a Sunday. You may be thinking, "so what!" but this made the 10 o'clock news tonight in Dallas!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I definitely live here in the Bible belt!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your thoughts about women teaching from the pulpit at church?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471438-6397766923437896265?l=lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/feeds/6397766923437896265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471438&amp;postID=6397766923437896265' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/6397766923437896265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/6397766923437896265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/2008/08/bible-belt-and-irving-bible.html' title='The Bible Belt and Irving Bible'/><author><name>Lyn-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658093011007241645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SMcwptrEBlI/AAAAAAAAAXU/UG_GKOzGEOI/S220/DLB_0050_D5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471438.post-2903297847988233013</id><published>2008-08-20T15:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T15:10:27.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Because!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SKyVmMBGZiI/AAAAAAAAAW4/1FXu6UuHe8o/s1600-h/Picture+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236724950018450978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SKyVmMBGZiI/AAAAAAAAAW4/1FXu6UuHe8o/s320/Picture+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are from my husband, just because!!  I had to take a picture of them because they are so beautiful.  These are hydrangeas &amp;amp; roses mixed together.  Thanks, sweetie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471438-2903297847988233013?l=lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/feeds/2903297847988233013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471438&amp;postID=2903297847988233013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/2903297847988233013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/2903297847988233013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/2008/08/just-because.html' title='Just Because!'/><author><name>Lyn-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658093011007241645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SMcwptrEBlI/AAAAAAAAAXU/UG_GKOzGEOI/S220/DLB_0050_D5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SKyVmMBGZiI/AAAAAAAAAW4/1FXu6UuHe8o/s72-c/Picture+031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471438.post-5816584265652604171</id><published>2008-08-11T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T21:26:44.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Walker's Wisdom?</title><content type='html'>I just read this article posted over on &lt;a href="http://aspire2.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sandi Glahn's &lt;/a&gt;blog that I had to share.  It is an &lt;a href="http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-1021293/How-mothers-fanatical-feminist-views-tore-apart-daughter-The-Color-Purple-author.html"&gt;article written by Rebecca Walker&lt;/a&gt;, daughter of feminist author Alice Walker (&lt;em&gt;The Color Purple&lt;/em&gt;), who shares the devastating effects of her mother's radical feminist worldview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been reading the book of Titus, written by Paul who urges Titus to teach sound doctrine so that people may be led by the &lt;em&gt;truth that leads to godliness&lt;/em&gt;.  I believe we women have to be so very careful who and what we allow to 'teach' us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the article &amp;amp; let me know what your thoughts are.  In the meantime, let us remember that fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471438-5816584265652604171?l=lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/feeds/5816584265652604171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471438&amp;postID=5816584265652604171' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/5816584265652604171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/5816584265652604171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/2008/08/walkers-wisdom.html' title='Walker&apos;s Wisdom?'/><author><name>Lyn-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658093011007241645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SMcwptrEBlI/AAAAAAAAAXU/UG_GKOzGEOI/S220/DLB_0050_D5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471438.post-3338667483667270182</id><published>2008-07-29T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:17:34.102-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hectic at Home?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SI-q4zx5vOI/AAAAAAAAAWw/7-T4coPwUTs/s1600-h/child_house_1.jpgf7d72b3e-22d2-45a8-8087-25401f7ec019Large"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228585585349344482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SI-q4zx5vOI/AAAAAAAAAWw/7-T4coPwUTs/s200/child_house_1.jpgf7d72b3e-22d2-45a8-8087-25401f7ec019Large" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sorry, friends. It's been a minute since I last posted. Thanks for checking in though and reading my blog. Life has really kept me busy here lately and blogging has just not been possible, though I do enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As many of you know, the first 5 months I was married I was not working full-time. I was finishing up school and being a full-time wife. Since beginning to work in full-time ministry, our household has really been hectic. Gone are the days of cooking every night and keeping our apartment clean! I'm still trying to figure out how to balance work and home. I am seeking the Lord on how to bring more order and harmony to the demands of work and home. I don't know how working mothers come home after a full day of work and tend to their family. God bless them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been doing some thinking, and more than ever I am understanding God's call for women to be keepers at home (cf. Titus 2:3-5). God is really speaking to my heart about the importance of women being freed up to be home--even if it's just for a season. I do not think this means women have to be stay-at-home full-time, but perhaps it means switching from a full-time job to a part-time job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or, take for example, one of my sister-in-laws who has prayerfully applied for some jobs closer to her home and with more paid holidays. She and her family cannot afford for her to come home permanently at this time, but possibly working 3 miles from her home will allow her to get home quicker to her family (oppossed to the 1 hour commute she is doing now). I applause her for this move of faith!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I say all of this to express that though I have been called to full-time ministry for such a time as this, I believe the Lord is preparing my heart to understand the importance of my role in the home in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What about you? Where do you stand on this issue?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you are married with children&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Can you honestly say your home has top priority? Is your home suffering due to your work outside of the home? Is the environment of your home one of an oasis? Are you aware and on top of the spiritual well-being of your home? Your marriage? Your children?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you are married without children:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your husband and your home should still be a top priority for you. True, being married without children you do have some flexibility, but this time without children is so &lt;em&gt;foundational&lt;/em&gt;. This time should be spent treasuring your relationship with your husband. Are you becoming one more each day? Use this time to properly prepare as much as possible for children in the future: financially, spiritually, and even learning how to parent a child God's way. Anything outside of the home is not more important than this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you are single:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I would have taken the wise counsel from my older friend, Julie when I was single. She encouraged me to save my money when I was single and get out of debt. Sadly, I did not take her advice, and let me tell you....bringing financial debt into a marriage is not fun! So, get a second job! Cut down on going out to eat, and dare I say...shopping!!!!!! In doing this, you will honor the Lord and honor your future spouse by becoming a good steward with your finances. One more thing: ask the Lord to begin speaking to your heart about the role of a wife and mother. When I was single, I got my hands on everything I could read about this topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never meant for this post to be so long, but as you can see, the Lord is really stirring my heart about this topic. I think it's no coincidence, because as I am called to minister to women, this is an area we American women need to prioritize: &lt;em&gt;our home&lt;/em&gt;. I have been challenged by the Lord in this area, and I pray you will take these things to the Lord in prayer as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let's set our hearts to Him to help our homes not be hectic!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471438-3338667483667270182?l=lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/feeds/3338667483667270182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471438&amp;postID=3338667483667270182' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/3338667483667270182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/3338667483667270182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/2008/07/hectic-at-home.html' title='Hectic at Home?'/><author><name>Lyn-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658093011007241645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SMcwptrEBlI/AAAAAAAAAXU/UG_GKOzGEOI/S220/DLB_0050_D5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SI-q4zx5vOI/AAAAAAAAAWw/7-T4coPwUTs/s72-c/child_house_1.jpgf7d72b3e-22d2-45a8-8087-25401f7ec019Large' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471438.post-600993592207881966</id><published>2008-06-03T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:17:34.432-08:00</updated><title type='text'>History is Made Tonight!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SEYBFCZZoHI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1j0-fQ6TaBQ/s1600-h/barackobamahomeboy.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207851205154938994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SEYBFCZZoHI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1j0-fQ6TaBQ/s200/barackobamahomeboy.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SEYAjy88poI/AAAAAAAAAWY/nghXlmbzWpk/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471438-600993592207881966?l=lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/feeds/600993592207881966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471438&amp;postID=600993592207881966' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/600993592207881966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/600993592207881966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/2008/06/history-is-made-tonight.html' title='History is Made Tonight!'/><author><name>Lyn-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658093011007241645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SMcwptrEBlI/AAAAAAAAAXU/UG_GKOzGEOI/S220/DLB_0050_D5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SEYBFCZZoHI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1j0-fQ6TaBQ/s72-c/barackobamahomeboy.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471438.post-9000728645611464060</id><published>2008-05-22T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:17:34.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch and Release</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203408795414278290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SDY4uwfPsJI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/MFR8scQIH0o/s200/51WK0BDME0L.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I heard a story this week that is just too good not to share. It's a true story of two men, one white, one black. One a wealthy art dealer, one a homeless man residing in Ft. Worth, Texas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In an attempt to 'minister and serve' in the Union Gospel Mission of Ft. Worth, Texas, Ron Hall attempted to befriend a homeless man named Denver Moore. His attempt didn't go off too well, as Denver wasn't very interested in any friendship with Ron. Afterall, what did they have in common? However, Ron felt that his sucess by the world's standards was a significant offering to this poor black man. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;How arrogant this rich white man was...Denver would teach him a thing or two!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"What do you want with me?" Denver asked one day to Ron. "I just want to be your friend," said Ron. "Friend?" Denver proceeded to tell him there was one thing he heard growing up as a boy in Louisiana--that white people, while fishing &lt;strong&gt;catch&lt;/strong&gt; their fish &lt;strong&gt;and&lt;/strong&gt; then &lt;strong&gt;release&lt;/strong&gt; them back into the water. Ron confirmed this was true. Denver told Ron if he was thinking about catching him in a friendship for a time and then releasing him soon after, that he would not be interested in a friendship with him at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got to thinking, isn't this what we do in ministry and in some of our relationships with others? We catch them, and then we release them. We're in and then we're out. This is not the picture of a true relationship, and this is definitely not the example of Christ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've started a new job this week-my first after graduating from seminary. I will be ministering to women in an &lt;a href="http://www.hisbridgebuilders.org/"&gt;inner-city community in south Dallas&lt;/a&gt;. This story reminds me in ministry to be about the business of people, not programs! I don't want to catch women and then release them. I want to catch them, and relying on God's strength, never let them go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Read along with me more of Ron &amp;amp; Denver's story in &lt;a href="http://www.samekindofdifferentasme.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Same Kind of Different as Me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. It's going to start off my summer reading! Let me know if you too will be reading it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471438-9000728645611464060?l=lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/feeds/9000728645611464060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471438&amp;postID=9000728645611464060' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/9000728645611464060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/9000728645611464060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/2008/05/catch-and-release.html' title='Catch and Release'/><author><name>Lyn-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658093011007241645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SMcwptrEBlI/AAAAAAAAAXU/UG_GKOzGEOI/S220/DLB_0050_D5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SDY4uwfPsJI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/MFR8scQIH0o/s72-c/51WK0BDME0L.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471438.post-5444225713427184383</id><published>2008-05-13T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:17:34.552-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Newlywed 15</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SCnEt1cRQ5I/AAAAAAAAAWA/hneh6eCqxU0/s1600-h/scale.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, in an effort to be authentic and vulnerable I've decided to write about a subject that no woman likes to discuss: her weight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D &amp;amp; I have been married now for 4 months. You can tell we are happy by looking at our waistlines! Yikes! I have not gained 15 pounds as the title suggests, but being a newlywed is a lot like being a freshman in college. Remember the 'freshman 15' everyone warned you about? Well, no one warns you about the Newlywed 15!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I went to the doctor last month for my annual check up, I lamented my weight gain to my doctor, and her response was, "Oh yeah, that happens to us all in the first year of marriage!" She told me to give myself a break and not be hard on myself, it's just life change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don't like this part of life change. My husband and I have been working out little newlywed tails off in the gym. He's lost 7lbs and I've lost about 4. We decided we weren't going to go on any "get thin fast scam diets," but do it the healthy, organic way--eating healthy and working out. Here's a couple of things we are doing together:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Exercising 4-5 days a week doing lots of interval cardio and resistance training&lt;br /&gt;-Eating lots of fiber: vegetables, fruits&lt;br /&gt;-Drinking lots of water!&lt;br /&gt;-Trying to cut out processed sugar (this has been hard!)&lt;br /&gt;-Eating fish 2 times a week (my husband, not me...I don't like fish)&lt;br /&gt;-Cutting back on starches, but not entirely&lt;br /&gt;-NO FAST FOOD! (we haven't had fast food all year)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will admit, I have been discouraged. I am trying to look at this whole weight loss thing through a realistic, fresh way. I want to be healthy, I want this to be a lifestyle change, I want to be strong &amp;amp; have endurance, I want to challenge myself, and I want to be willing to work for those changes. It takes time though. We live in a society with lots of quick fixes, and a healthy lifestyle is not a quick fix, it occurs over a lifetime. So, I am giving myself some goals, but I'm not saying to myself, "I have to lose 10lbs in 10 days!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing, Sunday when I was having a pity party and punishing myself with unhealthy thoughts, the Holy Spirit brought to mind a verse we often quote as Christians, but rarely believe or practice. This, I believe is the key to my efforts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trust in the Lord with all your heart,&lt;br /&gt;and do not rely on your own understanding.&lt;br /&gt;Acknowledge him in all your ways,&lt;br /&gt;and he will make your paths straight.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Proverbs 3:5-6&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471438-5444225713427184383?l=lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/feeds/5444225713427184383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471438&amp;postID=5444225713427184383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/5444225713427184383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/5444225713427184383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/2008/05/newlywed-15.html' title='The Newlywed 15'/><author><name>Lyn-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658093011007241645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SMcwptrEBlI/AAAAAAAAAXU/UG_GKOzGEOI/S220/DLB_0050_D5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471438.post-5075293840176963179</id><published>2008-05-05T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:17:34.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Check it out!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SB9ISGdkruI/AAAAAAAAAVw/1kES9YbN7y4/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196951970818338530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SB9ISGdkruI/AAAAAAAAAVw/1kES9YbN7y4/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I wanted to share with everyone a new blog I will be contributing to for ProvenWay Ministries. I serve with this ministry as the Next Generation Specialist.  Basically, that means I serve as the voice and face of the young generation.  You can find it by clicking &lt;a href="http://provenway.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. The blog is for women, by women. It will exist to create a dialogue for women leaders in ministry. We will discuss everything from leadership issues, next generation ministry, Bible study, how to be an effective leader, and whatever else may come up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you know women who may benefit from this blog, spread the word! We desire to walk beside women, and pass on proven ways!&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/18471438-5075293840176963179?l=lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/feeds/5075293840176963179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471438&amp;postID=5075293840176963179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/5075293840176963179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/5075293840176963179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/2008/05/check-it-out.html' title='Check it out!'/><author><name>Lyn-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658093011007241645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SMcwptrEBlI/AAAAAAAAAXU/UG_GKOzGEOI/S220/DLB_0050_D5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SB9ISGdkruI/AAAAAAAAAVw/1kES9YbN7y4/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471438.post-4375852583246827390</id><published>2008-05-02T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:17:35.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Love Letter to Oprah by James Robison</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SBtgLWdkrrI/AAAAAAAAAVY/grYN9AEBenE/s1600-h/ap_oprah_080130_ms.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195852343226445490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SBtgLWdkrrI/AAAAAAAAAVY/grYN9AEBenE/s320/ap_oprah_080130_ms.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Oprah,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember when you first launched your daily talk program throughout the country. My wife and I have watched with amazement as it has grown. I know you have been gratified by its broad acceptance and popularity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My wife Betty and I have been praying for you since Gene Self (my former staff member and close friend of Stedman's) began to tell me about the relationship you had with his friend. On numerous occasions I thought we were going to be able to get together and just talk based on comments Stedman made to my associate. This never occurred, but we have watched your television programs and especially the talk format grow until they have worldwide impact.&lt;br /&gt;Betty and I also host a daily television program, LIFE Today (&lt;a title="http://www.lifetoday.org/" onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" href="http://www.lifetoday.org/" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.lifetoday.org/&lt;/a&gt;), which airs around the world. I also founded the ministry of Life Outreach International. With the help of countless supporters, Betty and I have been sharing the life and love of God in word and deed in the U.S. and abroad. We focus heavily on Africa, feeding more than 400,000 children each month and drilling hundreds of fresh water wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am writing out of a sincere love and concern for you. I have heard some comments recently, visited the "New Earth" and witnessed the influence of Eckhart Tolle. Some of your statements concerning your beliefs and the direction you are going actually brought tears to my wife's eyes. She was stunned to hear your views of Jesus Christ, eternity and the Bible.&lt;br /&gt;You are a true example of the opportunity and success that America offers people who have had difficult challenges. I can relate, because I am the product of a forced sexual relationship on a 40-year-old woman. As I child, I spent time in a foster home, then with my birth mother and a stepfather who could not read or write. Later, my violent, alcoholic father came back into the picture. It ended when I pointed a gun at him in self-defense as he threatened to kill me. By the grace of God, I did not have to pull the trigger. A couple of years later, I committed my life to Christ and God changed me, established my life, and gave me a future. My wife Betty and I recently celebrated our 45th wedding anniversary. We have three children and 11 grandchildren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have witnessed the vast influence you have been afforded. There is no question that you sincerely care about people. Your outreach in Africa and your personal response to the suffering you have seen reveals your genuine interest in the well-being of others. I believe you truly care about others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You have become popular because you shared your own challenges, your own questions and your own failures. You have shared your battle with weight and tried to help people improve their own health. Anything that helped you, you passed on. I appreciate that. I sense that you believe in God and want the best for all His people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What breaks my heart is that somehow we, as Christians, have failed to effectively communicate the greatness of our God to you. I cannot express how much I want you to fully experience the grace that God freely shares through Jesus Christ, as well as the supernatural enabling He provides "to live appropriately and victoriously in the now," as you eloquently put it.&lt;br /&gt;We both know that life can be difficult, but God Almighty has provided a helper through the person of His Holy Spirit to walk through the valleys and also enable us to experience success without our gain becoming idolatrous addiction. He offers us the very things that you claim to be discovering in a mind-boggling journey wrapped in New Age philosophy and relativism. The Apostle Paul warned against the human tendency to justify ungodly ideas by "changing the truth of God into a lie" and allowing our own appetites and desires to control us rather than the proven principles of the Bible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my great concern. You have obviously seen good Christians whom you admire, such as CeCe Winans and Nicole C. Mullen. I know both of these wonderful women and I am sure they shared the reality of a personal and deep relationship with Jesus Christ. But where have we, as Christians, either in our prayer life or in our example failed to connect with you and inspire you so you could see Jesus as He really is? Many have seen limited portraits of God, such as the extreme suffering depicted in Mel Gibson's The Passion of Christ. But you may not have been able to see the power of the comment Jesus made to his mother when he fell beneath the weight of the cross in that movie. He commented, "Mother, I came to make all things new."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oprah, He is the one who enables us to rightly live in the now. Only Jesus Christ can free us from past problems, present pressures and future pursuits that can become idols. Rather, we look back on the past, thank God for the lessons we have learned, trust Him for grace to deal with painful experiences, and provide present abiding power to count it all joy when we face temptation and trials, knowing that He will walk with us not only in the presence of our enemies and accusers, but even through the valley of the shadow of death. He is our ever-present spiritual and personal Shepherd. Think about this: He said it was necessary to leave and send "another of the same kind" -- the Holy Spirit, His Spirit living in us in order for us to live life fully and freely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Surely you have seen the reality of this eternal truth. The fact is He not only covers the past and provides for the present, but He also promises to secure our future. We are, in fact, eternal beings. We are not creatures of the day. It breaks my heart to hear you say that a sentence from your pastor concerning God being a jealous God caused you to reconsider your entire belief system. You misunderstood what the pastor intended and the reality of God's jealousy. He is not jealous of us, He is jealous for us in the sense that He does not want to see anything foolishly captivate us and take us as prisoners. God does not want you to miss the supernatural fulfillment that He freely offers. It is like a wife being jealous not because her husband associates with other women, but because she knows that he might be captivated by a false relationship and taken away from his first love and his family. Godly jealousy is an expression of love and concern for our best interests -- not a petty human emotion of fear, but concern that we might miss the very essence of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oprah, you are gifted. You have been so blessed and I know you recognize and appreciate it. I believe that you want to share the best you can discover with others. But Oprah, can I encourage you to please sit down and go a little deeper and discover something that will also truly enable your friend Eckhart Tolle and others caught up in his teaching to see that God has given us Himself in the person of Jesus Christ, who not only lived and died, but now through the power of His Spirit is available to live in us if we open ourselves to His indwelling presence? This is not mere religion, it is relationship with the living God and an unconditional love for others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are an honest seeker and sincere in your desire to help others. Please give us as Christians another chance to clearly communicate the matchless, amazing grace of our great God and give Jesus, the One who has never in any way failed, the opportunity to become the fullness of life for you and those you care about. He will enable you to deal with the past, live fully and meaningfully in the now, and secure your future, so that whatever challenges may come, you will have a Friend and Father who never leaves or forsakes you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As believers, Betty and I are praying for you and encouraging every person with faith in Jesus Christ to lift you up in loving prayer before the Lord. You are a special person and it is my prayer that you not miss anything God has to offer. I pray that your journey will inspire all of us to examine our lives and become more consistent, compassionate, effective witnesses for Christ. Perhaps each of us as Christians should feel some weight of responsibility for not more effectively demonstrating the great message of hope found in Christ. Those who have a personal relationship with Jesus Christ will never be disappointed in Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;God loves you so much, as well as everyone you sincerely seek to inspire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Praying His best for you and those you love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;James Robison&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;About the author: James Robison is the founder and president of LIFE Outreach International, a Christian media ministry and mission relief organization. He and his wife, Betty, host of the television program Life Today; He has authored numerous books, including The Absolutes: Freedom's Only Hope and True Prosperity.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471438-4375852583246827390?l=lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/feeds/4375852583246827390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471438&amp;postID=4375852583246827390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/4375852583246827390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/4375852583246827390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/2008/05/love-letter-to-oprah-by-james-robison.html' title='A Love Letter to Oprah by James Robison'/><author><name>Lyn-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658093011007241645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SMcwptrEBlI/AAAAAAAAAXU/UG_GKOzGEOI/S220/DLB_0050_D5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SBtgLWdkrrI/AAAAAAAAAVY/grYN9AEBenE/s72-c/ap_oprah_080130_ms.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471438.post-6658538994009726787</id><published>2008-04-22T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:17:35.202-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is God Green?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SA30zGdkrqI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/6WIhSLUUu4o/s1600-h/go_green_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192075104173207202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SA30zGdkrqI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/6WIhSLUUu4o/s200/go_green_small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go green.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It seems like everytime I turn on the television, get on the internet, or drive past a billboard on the highway, the message to go green is everywhere. Today is Earth Day, a day to bring awareness on how to be environmentally friendly to our earth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was shopping the other day and noticed there are even cute handbags and t-shirts promoting the 'go green' message. Green is hip. Celebrities, corporate companies, and cities have all gone green. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I see green everywhere I couldn't help but to wonder one question: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Is God green?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What does the Bible say about this 'go green' message? What is God's position on the green campaign? What should be the Christian response to the environment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe that not only is God green, but &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;He's always been green!&lt;/span&gt; He was green when green wasn't in! Scripture reveals this truth. First, I believe the Lord cares about the Earth because He took the time to create it! God could have created it in one blink of an eye, but He took His time creating the Earth (6 days), taking into account every detail. Read below for just a glimpse of this creation in Genesis 1:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth. Now the earth was without shape and empty, and darkness was over the surface of the watery deep, but the Spirit of God was moving over the surface of the water....God said, “Let the land produce living creatures according to their kinds: cattle, creeping things, and wild animals, each according to its kind.” It was so. God made the wild animals according to their kinds, the cattle according to their kinds, and all the creatures that creep along the ground according to their kinds. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God saw that it was good&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love the last part, God saw that it was good. He was pleased with His creation and took pleasure in His creation. We too should look at the earth and see it as the Lord saw it for the first time. Whenever I look at the massness of the ocean or huge mountains I know I am always taken back and amazed at God's creation. How did He do it? I am not sure, but I do know that it was good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because we see that God is green, then Christians should be green too! It's not a matter of your political persuasion, it's your Christian duty. In fact, this was the first commandment given by God in the Garden to both Adam and Eve. I believe it is applicable for us today. Take a look:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;God blessed them and said to them, “Be fruitful and multiply! Fill the earth and &lt;strong&gt;subdue it&lt;/strong&gt;! Rule over the fish of the sea and the birds of the air and every creature that moves on the ground.” Gen. 1:28&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God blessed them and then commanded them to subdue the earth and to rule over the creatures. This was not only a commandment, but it was their job. What a big responsibility too. God who took the time to create the earth allowed mankind to be His vice-regents, or representatives to take care of the earth. Unfortunatley, we have not always done a good job of taking care of the earth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The reality is, this earth is passing away. This position is not popular, but the Word of God describes to us that because of the fall of man and the advent of sin, the earth experiences the ramifications of sin as well. There will come a day though, when Jesus will come back and create a new heaven and a new earth! It will be then that the earth will no longer moan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the meantime, &lt;em&gt;let's not be so heavenly minded we are no earthly good!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go green because God is green, not because it's the hip thing to do. Do what you can to conserve the beauty of God's creation. Happy Earth Day!&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/18471438-6658538994009726787?l=lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/feeds/6658538994009726787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471438&amp;postID=6658538994009726787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/6658538994009726787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/6658538994009726787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/2008/04/is-god-green.html' title='Is God Green?'/><author><name>Lyn-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658093011007241645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SMcwptrEBlI/AAAAAAAAAXU/UG_GKOzGEOI/S220/DLB_0050_D5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SA30zGdkrqI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/6WIhSLUUu4o/s72-c/go_green_small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471438.post-8701601953787314118</id><published>2008-04-17T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:17:35.432-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost There</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SAf_t_8ShhI/AAAAAAAAAVI/mxePAESQP8o/s1600-h/graduate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190398261291288082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SAf_t_8ShhI/AAAAAAAAAVI/mxePAESQP8o/s200/graduate.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can't believe it's been 3 years I've been in seminary now. I think this has been by far the hardest thing I've ever had to do. There were times I thought I wasn't going to make it, but I'm almost there! Thank you, Lord!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In four weeks I will graduate with my Master's of Arts in Christian Education (concentration in Women's Ministry) at &lt;a href="http://www.dts.edu/"&gt;Dallas Theological Seminary&lt;/a&gt;. It has been quite a journey to discover my giftedness and passions, and to see how that relates to a vocation. I am looking forward to this milestone in my life, and I treasure the opportunity seminary has afforded me. I have been trained by some of the world's top biblical scholars...wow! It has been amazing to study God's Word and theology, and to be able to sharpen my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More importantly, I have a deeper love for the Lord and the Word of God, which in turn has deepened my compassion to share it with others. I am grateful for the many friends and family members who believed in me, encouraged me, and affirmed me during this time. Your love and support saw me through!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm almost there...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471438-8701601953787314118?l=lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/feeds/8701601953787314118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471438&amp;postID=8701601953787314118' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/8701601953787314118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/8701601953787314118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/2008/04/almost-there.html' title='Almost There'/><author><name>Lyn-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658093011007241645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SMcwptrEBlI/AAAAAAAAAXU/UG_GKOzGEOI/S220/DLB_0050_D5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SAf_t_8ShhI/AAAAAAAAAVI/mxePAESQP8o/s72-c/graduate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471438.post-1164464097229052791</id><published>2008-04-09T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:17:35.629-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/R_zVXqPeTOI/AAAAAAAAAUg/iKpJxaCgaW4/s1600-h/traveler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187255473276865762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/R_zVXqPeTOI/AAAAAAAAAUg/iKpJxaCgaW4/s320/traveler.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/R_zVIaPeTNI/AAAAAAAAAUY/PEWnzpIkH-c/s1600-h/traveler.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;                          &lt;strong&gt;Church&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; isn't a building. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;                It's a community on a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;journey&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&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/18471438-1164464097229052791?l=lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/feeds/1164464097229052791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471438&amp;postID=1164464097229052791' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/1164464097229052791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/1164464097229052791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/2008/04/church-isnt-building.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyn-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658093011007241645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SMcwptrEBlI/AAAAAAAAAXU/UG_GKOzGEOI/S220/DLB_0050_D5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/R_zVXqPeTOI/AAAAAAAAAUg/iKpJxaCgaW4/s72-c/traveler.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471438.post-5233986098332105244</id><published>2008-03-31T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:17:36.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reaction</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/R_EEkqPeTLI/AAAAAAAAAUI/g-gwUW69_Pg/s1600-h/mango.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183929673941142706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/R_EEkqPeTLI/AAAAAAAAAUI/g-gwUW69_Pg/s200/mango.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; During a lovely trip to our local farmer's market last Friday, I discovered I am allergic to mangoes! Go figure! I never knew that in my 28 years of life! I have never eaten mangoes before, but tried one for the first time on Friday. It actually tastes pretty good. The texture is weird, but they are juicy. My husband didn't care for them at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Almost immediately after eating the mango I felt the corners of my mouth stinging. I assumed it was because I was eating so many acidic citrus fruit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After doing some quick research on google I found out there is a cross section between mangoes and poison ivy. The nectar has the same chemicals from poison ivy found on the outside of the mango. So, if you bite into a mango be careful! I am happy to say the allergic reaction went away and I no longer have a rash.&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/18471438-5233986098332105244?l=lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/feeds/5233986098332105244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471438&amp;postID=5233986098332105244' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/5233986098332105244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/5233986098332105244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/2008/03/reaction.html' title='Reaction'/><author><name>Lyn-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658093011007241645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SMcwptrEBlI/AAAAAAAAAXU/UG_GKOzGEOI/S220/DLB_0050_D5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/R_EEkqPeTLI/AAAAAAAAAUI/g-gwUW69_Pg/s72-c/mango.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471438.post-7846017908060068698</id><published>2008-03-17T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:17:36.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouch!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/R-q9MKPeTHI/AAAAAAAAATo/4qQTSavJ-Ik/s1600-h/arrow-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182162337848511602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/R-q9MKPeTHI/AAAAAAAAATo/4qQTSavJ-Ik/s320/arrow-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/R96K0s0I2aI/AAAAAAAAATM/1v-JbKkNIDw/s1600-h/arrow.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"All the arrows of God &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;are aimed at proud hearts."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Charles Spurgeon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471438-7846017908060068698?l=lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/feeds/7846017908060068698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471438&amp;postID=7846017908060068698' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/7846017908060068698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/7846017908060068698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/2008/03/ouch.html' title='Ouch!'/><author><name>Lyn-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658093011007241645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SMcwptrEBlI/AAAAAAAAAXU/UG_GKOzGEOI/S220/DLB_0050_D5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/R-q9MKPeTHI/AAAAAAAAATo/4qQTSavJ-Ik/s72-c/arrow-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471438.post-7519250865864602419</id><published>2008-03-05T12:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:17:36.574-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bridal Blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/R88NX4jRfMI/AAAAAAAAATE/1OtTIs_4MFg/s1600-h/DLB_0124_D3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174369200840473794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/R88NX4jRfMI/AAAAAAAAATE/1OtTIs_4MFg/s320/DLB_0124_D3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two months. We have now been married for two whole months. Sixty days. Time flies by so quickly, and I've got a case of bridal blues...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think bridal blues is like post-pardum after pregnancy-but for brides!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been warned by many former brides that after the big day, things can become a little nostalgic. I mean, the day just zips by. All of that planning, all the fuss, all the flowers...and it's over. I look at our pictures and I just want to cry! How can we get that day back? Oh, how I wish we could! The Bible is so true in saying our lives are but &lt;em&gt;a vapor, a mist&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People say the fun truly begins after the wedding, and I will say I believe them, but I want to put my dress back on one last time! I asked my husband the other day real sweetly if I could put my dress back on, and he quickly said, "NO!" Oh well...I guess I do just need to move on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am feeling this way because for a girl's whole life she dreams of that day, that moment...and then it is just gone. Friends were telling me, "Just take it all in." I did take it all in, and it truly was a great day. It was the commencement of a blessed future with my husband, as we now are on the journey of becoming one each day, sharing laughs, cries, disappointments, and even sharing the bathroom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I shouldn't be blue! It's a beautiful day outside and I am truly blessed to be experiencing God's goodness in the land of the living!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My times are in Your hand.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Psalm 31:15&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/18471438-7519250865864602419?l=lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/feeds/7519250865864602419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471438&amp;postID=7519250865864602419' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/7519250865864602419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/7519250865864602419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/2008/03/bridal-blues.html' title='Bridal Blues'/><author><name>Lyn-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658093011007241645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SMcwptrEBlI/AAAAAAAAAXU/UG_GKOzGEOI/S220/DLB_0050_D5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/R88NX4jRfMI/AAAAAAAAATE/1OtTIs_4MFg/s72-c/DLB_0124_D3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471438.post-7173789522137568428</id><published>2008-02-27T20:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:18:28.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>La Luna de Miel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/R8Y9AJPih3I/AAAAAAAAASc/jzzI5iVShNA/s1600-h/Cruise+(192).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171888294771984242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/R8Y9AJPih3I/AAAAAAAAASc/jzzI5iVShNA/s320/Cruise+(192).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/R8Y9AZPih4I/AAAAAAAAASk/b67q8d9CB4g/s1600-h/Cruise+(204).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171888299066951554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/R8Y9AZPih4I/AAAAAAAAASk/b67q8d9CB4g/s320/Cruise+(204).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/R8Y9ApPih5I/AAAAAAAAASs/CLVidOvILYk/s1600-h/Cruise+(222).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171888303361918866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/R8Y9ApPih5I/AAAAAAAAASs/CLVidOvILYk/s320/Cruise+(222).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/R8Y9BJPih6I/AAAAAAAAAS0/tfwus0855Gw/s1600-h/DSCF0465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171888311951853474" style="FLOAT: left; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/R8Y3nZPihlI/AAAAAAAAAQM/VzscxNXNFc8/s320/DSCF0463.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/R8Y3n5PihmI/AAAAAAAAAQU/Eb7hClIutMc/s1600-h/Cruise+(249).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171882380602017378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/R8Y3n5PihmI/AAAAAAAAAQU/Eb7hClIutMc/s320/Cruise+(249).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471438-7173789522137568428?l=lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/feeds/7173789522137568428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471438&amp;postID=7173789522137568428' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/7173789522137568428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/7173789522137568428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/2008/02/la-luna-de-miel.html' title='La Luna de Miel'/><author><name>Lyn-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658093011007241645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SMcwptrEBlI/AAAAAAAAAXU/UG_GKOzGEOI/S220/DLB_0050_D5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/R8Y9AJPih3I/AAAAAAAAASc/jzzI5iVShNA/s72-c/Cruise+(192).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471438.post-4640855153587468183</id><published>2008-02-21T13:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:18:28.781-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Barak the Vote?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169563136916882962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/R736SJPihhI/AAAAAAAAAPs/_Xa3-8fRbm0/s400/810031622605_0_BG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I say that with a question mark because I am not sure whom I am endorsing quite yet. Like anyone cares...but, still I have not yet decided where my vote will land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, my husband and I went to hear Barak Obama speak at a political rally here in Dallas. We both decided to go and witness history in the making. I am proud to see a black candidate make it this far in a presidential race, and to see that he is in the lead! In my opinion, these are exciting times for our country!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot believe we actually made it in the rally. There were soooo many people there; about 18,000 turned out to hear Barak's inspirational message of hope. While I don't agree with all of his political positions, I do agree with him that America was built on the foundation of hope...and look how far we've come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But what is hope?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The theologian in me could not resist disecting his speech as he spoke of hope! My husband says I am always thinking in theological terms!! Sometimes I think I wear him out. But anyway, as a Christian I truly believe there are no divisions between the secular and the sacred. What does this mean? It means as a Christ-follower I am compelled to bring Christ, His teachings, and His cause into every area of my life. No exceptions. Everything is spiritual in life...from the way we care for our families, to our careers, to how we talk to the person who checks us out at Wal-Mart, to issues related ot government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say all of this to say, I do not place my hope in Barak Obama or in any politician. So, as people were yelling and getting excited about the hope he spoke of, I found myself not able to get all that worked up. I am not looking for Washington to solve the problems of the world: education, poverty, genocide in Darfur, economic distress, gas prices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, can the Lord use the government as a vessel to bring hope to these hopeless issues? Yes. But, it will be the Lord, not any politician who will bring the ultimate healing to our land. I pray, like King David of Israel, that our next president will be one who recognizes their position as a means to exercise and bring hope, restoration, and righteousness to our land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, however, the church should be a pillar of light and hope to the world. Christ is the hope of the world, not the government. No matter what the world may think, Christ and the good news of the Gospel are relevant to today! Every single issue our country faces, Christ offers His hope, not just right now in the present, but hope for the future too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because one day, a Savior will be coming back to restore that which has been lost. Jesus will restore order where there has been chaos. He will restore peace where there has been war. Jesus will restore righteousness where there has been injustice. I hope as Chrsitians we will all long for that day when there will be no more need for hope, because it will be fulfilled upon our Lord's return!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to insert here: the harvest is plenty, but the workers are few. Our nation right here in the United States is a mission field, ripe and ready to hear the Gospel of Jesus Christ. Let's get busy bringing the message of Christ's hope to our world. What an honor to be a vessel of hope to others. So, in all areas of your life, bring Christ's hope...in the classroom where you teach, in the way you conduct business, or in your children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the presidential race: I am looking for a candidate who will stand for what I believe in: equality among races and socio-economic lines, a concern for the environment, educating all children, ending genocide in Darfur, extending help to the homeless, sanctity of life, justice, and peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What candidate fits the things that are most important to me? I'm not quite sure yet. But, when I decide I will be sure to post my thoughts. I am hopeful that God will place exactly whom He wants to be in Washington to fulfill history and the times which we are living in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep hope alive!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471438-4640855153587468183?l=lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/feeds/4640855153587468183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471438&amp;postID=4640855153587468183' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/4640855153587468183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/4640855153587468183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/2008/02/barak-vote.html' title='Barak the Vote?'/><author><name>Lyn-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658093011007241645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SMcwptrEBlI/AAAAAAAAAXU/UG_GKOzGEOI/S220/DLB_0050_D5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/R736SJPihhI/AAAAAAAAAPs/_Xa3-8fRbm0/s72-c/810031622605_0_BG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471438.post-7155726797465711504</id><published>2008-02-13T11:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:18:29.185-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I just can't resist...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/R7NLbpPihfI/AAAAAAAAAPc/WY46XBZmOz0/s1600-h/me+%26+d.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166556135823672818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/R7NLbpPihfI/AAAAAAAAAPc/WY46XBZmOz0/s400/me+%26+d.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...posting a picture of me and my sweet husband! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This picture was taken last Saturday night at a friend's house. Our two friends just got engaged and we helped him (along with lots of other people) with the proposal! It was a fun night &amp;amp; we wish them well! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't believe how quickly time zips by all of us...seems just like yesterday we got engaged. I guess it's just another reminder why we should enjoy each day and thank God for the blessing of it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471438-7155726797465711504?l=lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/feeds/7155726797465711504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471438&amp;postID=7155726797465711504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/7155726797465711504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/7155726797465711504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-just-cant-resist.html' title='I just can&apos;t resist...'/><author><name>Lyn-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658093011007241645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SMcwptrEBlI/AAAAAAAAAXU/UG_GKOzGEOI/S220/DLB_0050_D5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/R7NLbpPihfI/AAAAAAAAAPc/WY46XBZmOz0/s72-c/me+%26+d.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471438.post-1912847555898265184</id><published>2008-02-05T09:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:18:29.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Happy Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/R6ilL-OcbQI/AAAAAAAAAOs/gs3gJB1Oq1o/s1600-h/DLB_0208_D2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163558597880999170" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/R6imiuOcbVI/AAAAAAAAAPU/q-LVx6mcRqQ/s400/DLB_0045_D3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, hello again, world! I am officially a married woman of &lt;strong&gt;30 days!&lt;/strong&gt; I haven't posted in a while, because as you can imagine, life has been &lt;em&gt;HECTIC&lt;/em&gt;! So, let's catch up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Wedding&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our wedding was amazing! It was all I had ever dreamed of! The day flew by. So, word to those about to get married: enjoy every moment, every detail, and every minute of your wedding day. I can't tell you how many people kept telling us to "&lt;em&gt;take it all in&lt;/em&gt;." So many people came to celebrate with us, I was shocked! Old friends, new friends, and family I hadn't seen in a while. Weddings really do bring people together, even if just briefly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather was perfect! Go figure, it was &lt;strong&gt;75 degrees&lt;/strong&gt; on an early January day in Texas! An answer to prayer, as we prayed for no ice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after I put on my 18 pound, princess-like wedding dress (with the help of all 9 of my bridesmaides), my mom came over to me and gave me a hug and said, "I could just hold on forever and never let you go..." Ugh...that was when I lost it &amp;amp; the tears started to come. Everyone started acting goofy to make me laugh instead of cry! That was such a sweet moment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another memorable moment for me was when my groom came down the ailse to get me, his bride. (We did this as a symbolic picture of Christ, our Heavenly Groom, coming to get us, the Bride of Christ) He cried upon the moment of the chapel doors opening! And though he was supposed to &lt;em&gt;walk&lt;/em&gt; down the ailse to get me, he did more of a &lt;em&gt;sprint&lt;/em&gt;! He was coming to get me! It was so sweet, and I've never felt more &lt;em&gt;wanted&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;loved&lt;/em&gt; in my life. Thank you, Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Pastor, Dr. Tony Evans officiated our wedding, and one of the most memorable things I remember him saying to me is, "Lynzee, your husband will need your respect more than your love." &lt;em&gt;Sweetie, I will endeavor with all my strength to do just that...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sweet husband had one last surprise for me as we prepared to depart the reception, I walked out and to a 1959 vintage, white Rolls Royce named, &lt;strong&gt;"Cloud 9". &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that is a perfect way to describe the array of emotions I felt that day. It really was as if we were on &lt;em&gt;Cloud 9&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Honeymoon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left the next day for our honeymoon: a 7 day cruise to the Western Carribean. I had no idea where we were going, so that was a fun surprise too! He just told me how to pack. We woke up that morning and just wept again...we couldn't believe we were married &amp;amp; how beautiful the wedding was! All we could do literally was thank God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The honeymoon was great! We ate until we got stuffed, and then ate some more! Unfortunately, I got sick the last 2 days of the cruise. I guess D got a taste of, &lt;em&gt;"...in sickness and in health..."&lt;/em&gt; early on in our marriage! He did a good job as I vomited all over the bathroom! (Sorry, too much information!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of our favorite stops was to &lt;strong&gt;Belize&lt;/strong&gt;. We went on a private island and relaxed, laid out by the ocean, and ate. We even got adventurous and went kayaking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Back to Reality&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now it's back to life, back to reality. I've moved all of my stuff over to my new home finally! We have been working on getting our home together and in order. I LOVE this part! My husband has just been singing my praises about how nice our place looks. That makes me feel so good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you who know me and know I cannot cook would be happy to know, I have been in the kitchen burning it up! (Not literally...well just one time I burned our dinner!) We have made a vow to abstain from 'fast food' joints this year (yikes!), so that means eating lots of meals &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;at home&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;..now, there's a lofty idea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, what's next for us?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you guys are all wanting to ask, "&lt;em&gt;When are you going to have a baby&lt;/em&gt;?" Isn't it funny how we just keep moving from thing to thing to thing instead of just enjoying the here and now? Next on our agenda is to slow down, enjoy one another, adapt and adjust to married life (in every detail: finances, relationally, etc.), and to take it one day at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, babies will come in their proper season. We'll leave that up to the Lord and His timing. But for now, I just want to sit back and reflect on &lt;strong&gt;the first 30 days of my marriage!&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/18471438-1116370028382605110?l=lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/feeds/1116370028382605110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471438&amp;postID=1116370028382605110' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/1116370028382605110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/1116370028382605110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/2008/02/first-30-days.html' title='The First 30 Days!'/><author><name>Lyn-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658093011007241645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SMcwptrEBlI/AAAAAAAAAXU/UG_GKOzGEOI/S220/DLB_0050_D5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/R6imiuOcbVI/AAAAAAAAAPU/q-LVx6mcRqQ/s72-c/DLB_0045_D3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471438.post-1358174936723024140</id><published>2007-11-20T12:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:18:32.817-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Shower of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/R0NSlbqXrKI/AAAAAAAAANk/xXilx3rhpf0/s1600-h/721111545503_0_BG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135038803166604450" style="FLOAT: left; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/R0NPy7qXq9I/AAAAAAAAAL8/fzppCdhzIgE/s320/651111545503_0_BG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/R0NPzLqXq-I/AAAAAAAAAME/0w9AnmEf_1Y/s1600-h/630501545503_0_BG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135035740854922210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/R0NPzLqXq-I/AAAAAAAAAME/0w9AnmEf_1Y/s320/630501545503_0_BG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/R0NPzrqXq_I/AAAAAAAAAMM/3qPhz6fEeIk/s1600-h/580501545503_0_BG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135035749444856818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/R0NPzrqXq_I/AAAAAAAAAMM/3qPhz6fEeIk/s320/580501545503_0_BG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471438-1358174936723024140?l=lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/feeds/1358174936723024140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471438&amp;postID=1358174936723024140' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/1358174936723024140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/1358174936723024140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/2007/11/shower-of-love.html' title='A Shower of Love'/><author><name>Lyn-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658093011007241645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SMcwptrEBlI/AAAAAAAAAXU/UG_GKOzGEOI/S220/DLB_0050_D5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/R0NSlbqXrKI/AAAAAAAAANk/xXilx3rhpf0/s72-c/721111545503_0_BG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471438.post-4273334015792827999</id><published>2007-10-19T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:18:33.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gecko's Gone Wild!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/RxkKYctFm8I/AAAAAAAAAK0/UijHXili-Sw/s1600-h/geico-gecko-big-news.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123137466249092034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/RxkKYctFm8I/AAAAAAAAAK0/UijHXili-Sw/s400/geico-gecko-big-news.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For several years now Geiko Insurance has cleverly used a 'cute' little gecko with an Australian accent to advertise their company. Many love the witty commercials and have even begun to love the reptiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But that's not me...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't like those commercials because of the geckos! It freaks me out &amp;amp; the accent is even scarier!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am seriously afraid of those things. Here in Texas it's still a little warm, so these creatures are everywhere! I was lying on the couch on Tuesday relaxing, watching Oprah &amp;amp; something on the fireplace caught my eye...it was a lizard!!!!!!!! This thing was big! So after calling everyone I knew in my vacinity, no one agreed to come kill the lizard for me, so it was solely up to me. I got all kinds of advice from my friends and family! I even called my fiance who was in New Orleans on business. His response was, "&lt;em&gt;What do you expect me to do&lt;/em&gt;?" (Thanks, sweetie.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I never got the nerve up to kill the thing by myself, so I waited until my mom came home, and the two of us wrestled that thing &amp;amp; finally killed it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then...&lt;strong&gt;the very next night&lt;/strong&gt; a friend came over and another gecko came in through the front door with her like he was a welcomed guest! This one was big too! Ugh....Needless to say, we made her try to kill it, but the rascal was too quick and she didn't catch it....so, it's still somewhere in the house we guess. Great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I know it's ridiculous of me to be afraid of them, but &lt;strong&gt;I AM&lt;/strong&gt;! So there. I don't like those things--Australian accent or not. These geckos have gone wild, plus they're not even saving us 15% on our insurance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471438-4273334015792827999?l=lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/feeds/4273334015792827999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471438&amp;postID=4273334015792827999' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/4273334015792827999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/4273334015792827999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/2007/10/geckos-gone-wild.html' title='Gecko&apos;s Gone Wild!'/><author><name>Lyn-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658093011007241645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SMcwptrEBlI/AAAAAAAAAXU/UG_GKOzGEOI/S220/DLB_0050_D5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/RxkKYctFm8I/AAAAAAAAAK0/UijHXili-Sw/s72-c/geico-gecko-big-news.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471438.post-5786957668169604284</id><published>2007-10-10T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:18:33.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Reflections</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/Rw0tKXC_a4I/AAAAAAAAAKs/KSNoNgCvtXI/s1600-h/leaves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119798007398624130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 163px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px" height="161" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/Rw0tKXC_a4I/AAAAAAAAAKs/KSNoNgCvtXI/s400/leaves.jpg" width="189" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I know Fall officially started last month, but here in Texas it gets started several weeks later. This morning it was a cool, crisp 66 degrees! Love that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Call me strange, but I get so nostalgic when it gets cool outside. All I can think about is Christmas! So what did I do this morning as I drove in to work? Why, I played Christmas music, of course!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today as I sat outside enjoying my lunch in the shade, I actually got cold! So ridiculous, only a Texas girl can get cold in 82 degree weather!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things are constantly changing. As you gaze outside your window, let the change of season remind you that God is in control of every season of your life. Moment by moment, day by day, Our Savior is watching over every detail of our lives. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;He's got you and me, sister in His hands...&lt;/em&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/18471438-5786957668169604284?l=lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/feeds/5786957668169604284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471438&amp;postID=5786957668169604284' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/5786957668169604284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/5786957668169604284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/2007/10/fall-reflections.html' title='Fall Reflections'/><author><name>Lyn-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658093011007241645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SMcwptrEBlI/AAAAAAAAAXU/UG_GKOzGEOI/S220/DLB_0050_D5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/Rw0tKXC_a4I/AAAAAAAAAKs/KSNoNgCvtXI/s72-c/leaves.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471438.post-127523902543051611</id><published>2007-10-03T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:18:34.518-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Submission in Small Steps</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/RwPwhXC_a1I/AAAAAAAAAKY/Q6ymylZDtuM/s1600-h/old-town-stairs-big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117198057535925074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/RwPwhXC_a1I/AAAAAAAAAKY/Q6ymylZDtuM/s200/old-town-stairs-big.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As a student for three years in seminary, I have entered our campus computer lab numerous times. I always walk in and use the computers and leave, but last week I noticed something different. As I sat there using the computer I looked out at the entrance and saw a sign asking students to sign in. I sat there thinking to myself,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Whatever...I'm not signing in&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next time I was headed to the library to the computer lab I sensed the Holy Spirit saying to me, "You need to sign in..."&lt;br /&gt; It was a very clear God was asking me to be obedient, not to ask  any questions, but to do it because He said so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We all have a choice to either obey or disobey the Spirit's prompting...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I approached the sign in sheet, I signed my name as asked...because those in authority over that computer lab have asked for we students to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, my friend, submission takes place in small steps. If I cannot submit to a simple sign-in sheet, will I submit to the Lord in other areas? (i.e., my marriage) The answer is &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Submission is a Christian duty, not just one isolated to wives in marriage. We all are to be practicing the discipline of submission. God calls us as believers to submit to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Christ as Head of the Church,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to one another, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;wives to husbands, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and to governing authorities. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as you can see...we all fall under someone's authority. No one can escape it.&lt;br /&gt;As you go about your days, be sensitive to the small ways the Lord is prompting you to submit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471438-127523902543051611?l=lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/feeds/127523902543051611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471438&amp;postID=127523902543051611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/127523902543051611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/127523902543051611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/2007/10/submission-in-small-steps.html' title='Submission in Small Steps'/><author><name>Lyn-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658093011007241645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SMcwptrEBlI/AAAAAAAAAXU/UG_GKOzGEOI/S220/DLB_0050_D5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/RwPwhXC_a1I/AAAAAAAAAKY/Q6ymylZDtuM/s72-c/old-town-stairs-big.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471438.post-1576089618664878590</id><published>2007-09-17T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T07:37:55.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well said!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The mistakes one makes sledom have as much consequence as one's responses to those mistakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&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/18471438-1576089618664878590?l=lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/feeds/1576089618664878590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471438&amp;postID=1576089618664878590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/1576089618664878590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/1576089618664878590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/2007/09/well-said.html' title='Well said!'/><author><name>Lyn-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658093011007241645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SMcwptrEBlI/AAAAAAAAAXU/UG_GKOzGEOI/S220/DLB_0050_D5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471438.post-5163496614992122411</id><published>2007-09-05T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:18:34.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seasons</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/RuA8IPd57OI/AAAAAAAAAKA/N49dYipMyM0/s1600-h/cake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107148089726725346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/RuA8IPd57OI/AAAAAAAAAKA/N49dYipMyM0/s400/cake.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Monday my fiance and I went for a run. It almost killed me by the way, but he is preparing for a 3k run &amp;amp; I thought I'd be supportive of him and go on a run with him. As we were running, I noticed the acorns are starting to fall...the season is getting ready to change around here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather isn't the only thing changing, though....my season of life is quickly changing, and like fall, it will be here before you know it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four months from today we will be wedded together as husband and wife. WOW! It still amazes me! I've come a long way...trust me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today that realization became more real to me as dear friends I have worked with this summer gave me my first surprise Bridal shower. As I opened up gifts we will use for a lifetime together in our home, I thought, "It's really here, I'm going to be this man's wife." Most all of the women in the room are married, and have been for many years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are &lt;em&gt;seasoned&lt;/em&gt; wives!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I witness these women and the years they have put into their marriages, it gives me much hope and anticipation for mine. I know seasons will change. Some we will enjoy, some we won't enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But, God...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is faithful. He is patient. And He will walk with us every step of the way as we travel down the many seasons of our lives. My heart is so full and grateful for the women who celebrated with me today, and I will continue to celebrate Jesus in this season and the ones to come!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471438-5163496614992122411?l=lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/feeds/5163496614992122411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471438&amp;postID=5163496614992122411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/5163496614992122411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/5163496614992122411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/2007/09/seasons.html' title='Seasons'/><author><name>Lyn-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658093011007241645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SMcwptrEBlI/AAAAAAAAAXU/UG_GKOzGEOI/S220/DLB_0050_D5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/RuA8IPd57OI/AAAAAAAAAKA/N49dYipMyM0/s72-c/cake.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471438.post-5932019820845952500</id><published>2007-08-26T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:18:35.134-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Save the Date!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/RtJYIvd57MI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/XbYZ8bB0IKU/s1600-h/calendar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103238234968288450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/RtJYIvd57MI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/XbYZ8bB0IKU/s400/calendar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's official...my fiance and I will be joined together as husband and wife on &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saturday, January 5, 2008! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've got the location down and now it's just downhill from here as we plan our big day. We are making an effort though not to get lost in the planning and to continue to be committed to preparing &lt;em&gt;more &lt;/em&gt;for the marriage than the wedding...a mistake I've heard many couples make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep reminding myself though that God is in the details, and so even as we make small decisions, I continue to invite Him in on the planning, to guide our footsteps, and that we be sensitive to His voice. God has been so faithful to show us which way to go, and He has blessed us tremendously thus far for choosing to follow and trust Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A person plans his course,&lt;br /&gt;but the Lord directs his steps.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Proverbs 16:9&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471438-5932019820845952500?l=lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/feeds/5932019820845952500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471438&amp;postID=5932019820845952500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/5932019820845952500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/5932019820845952500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/2007/08/save-date.html' title='Save the Date!'/><author><name>Lyn-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658093011007241645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SMcwptrEBlI/AAAAAAAAAXU/UG_GKOzGEOI/S220/DLB_0050_D5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/RtJYIvd57MI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/XbYZ8bB0IKU/s72-c/calendar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471438.post-9016486761655746921</id><published>2007-08-20T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T21:05:11.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>D-Day</title><content type='html'>Well, it's been 3 weeks of walking on cloud nine!  I still pinch myself and cannot believe I am going to be a wife!  Crazy stuff, but it's so real.  I think it became more real for me tonight when I purchased my dress!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right...today was D-Day: Dress Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went last Friday (along with my mom &amp; 2 friends) to try on some dresses.  That lasted 4 hours!  By the way--I recommend going on Friday nights, it was very slow.  I narrowed it down to 2 dresses, took the rest of the weekend to think about it, and came back today with 5 of my close friends and my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could load a picture of my dress on my blog for  you right now...it is soooooooo pretty!  Great price, low stress, and it was on sale!  So, I can cross that off my list.  I'm so pleased.  It was so fun. I just thought though...I'll never again go dress shopping...that was it.  It's a done deal.  That kind of makes me sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moments fly by so quickly.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know what past brides mean when they give me the advice to treasure this time and enjoy the planning...Today, I did just that.  I'm so grateful for my mom and my friends who shared that moment with me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471438-9016486761655746921?l=lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/feeds/9016486761655746921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471438&amp;postID=9016486761655746921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/9016486761655746921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/9016486761655746921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/2007/08/d-day.html' title='D-Day'/><author><name>Lyn-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658093011007241645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SMcwptrEBlI/AAAAAAAAAXU/UG_GKOzGEOI/S220/DLB_0050_D5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471438.post-1339996784480338245</id><published>2007-08-06T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T19:32:25.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Engaged!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Last Monday, at 7:30 pm on 7/30 my dreams came true! D proposed! I've now been engaged for a week. I would have loaded the pics last week, but it turned out to be such a busy week making phone calls and telling all our friends the good news!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was going to be a regular evening, but it turned out to be quite a shock for me. I was clueless, stunned, and speechless. Of course, I managed to say, "Yes!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was quite a unique proposal...he asked in a prayer as he was blessing the food. I remember thinking, "This prayer is getting lengthy!" At the end of his prayer he asked the Lord that I would accept his request for me to be his wife! I looked up and said, "What?" Then he came around, got the ring out of his mom's purse, and got down on one knee and said, "Lynzee, I love you....will you marry me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so honored and thrilled to accept the proposal of Mr. DeLario Bolton! I am blessed to embark on this new journey of life wiht this man! I'm so thankful he chose me to be his bride!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you, Lord...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471438-1339996784480338245?l=lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/feeds/1339996784480338245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471438&amp;postID=1339996784480338245' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/1339996784480338245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/1339996784480338245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/2007/08/last-monday-at-730-pm-on-730-my-dreams.html' title='Engaged!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Lyn-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658093011007241645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SMcwptrEBlI/AAAAAAAAAXU/UG_GKOzGEOI/S220/DLB_0050_D5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471438.post-6929236793379858342</id><published>2007-08-06T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:18:36.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Captured!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/RrfR4dcgbjI/AAAAAAAAAJA/sQo8OCTxl0o/s1600-h/47b7d910b3127cce985489ac5af400000027118AYs2bJk5btT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095772271300079154" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/RqleN9cgbcI/AAAAAAAAAII/BIZxXZQ6RPw/s400/waiting+on+my+blessing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/Rqld0tcgbbI/AAAAAAAAAIA/0lzLUZvmEoU/s1600-h/waiting+on+my+blessing.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471438-419747917062411298?l=lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/feeds/419747917062411298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471438&amp;postID=419747917062411298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/419747917062411298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/419747917062411298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/2007/07/waiting-on-my-blessing.html' title='Waiting on my blessing!'/><author><name>Lyn-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658093011007241645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SMcwptrEBlI/AAAAAAAAAXU/UG_GKOzGEOI/S220/DLB_0050_D5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/RqleN9cgbcI/AAAAAAAAAII/BIZxXZQ6RPw/s72-c/waiting+on+my+blessing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471438.post-823652091771576040</id><published>2007-07-08T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T19:32:31.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enough Said...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"God is too wise to be mistaken. God is too wise to be unkind. When you can't trace His hand, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;that's when you must learn to trust His heart."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Charles H. Spurgeon&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/18471438-823652091771576040?l=lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/feeds/823652091771576040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471438&amp;postID=823652091771576040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/823652091771576040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/823652091771576040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/2007/07/love-this-quote.html' title='Enough Said...'/><author><name>Lyn-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658093011007241645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SMcwptrEBlI/AAAAAAAAAXU/UG_GKOzGEOI/S220/DLB_0050_D5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471438.post-480572105186493304</id><published>2007-06-25T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:18:36.929-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Our Anniversary!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/RoA7EF91hMI/AAAAAAAAAEA/BD6e0pgyMhw/s1600-h/d%26b-brown.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080125321180972226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/RoA7EF91hMI/AAAAAAAAAEA/BD6e0pgyMhw/s320/d%26b-brown.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/RoA2pF91hLI/AAAAAAAAAD4/1IsIhV1X9OY/s1600-h/d%26b-brown.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A year ago this sweet man pictured on the left, DeLario, humbly approached me and asked if we could begin an intentional friendship. I remember his sweet smile &amp; his nervousness. In fact, he forgot to ask me for my phone number, so he had to call one of my friend's to get it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since that day, we have indeed developed a friendship that has flourished into a deep love for one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so grateful for this man and I want to honor him right here in this post. He is a Man of God. He is gentle, kind, loving, funny, has a servant's heart, and walks a life of integrity. Before he approached me on June 25, 2006 he was praying &amp;amp; fasting over me, being sure not to jump ahead of the Lord. He desired to hear from the Lord before he approached me. He has pursued me, wooed me, and won my heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Lord for your redemptive gift to me through this man! Thank you, sweetie for loving me sacrificially and being my best friend. I'm so glad to be chosen by you. Thank you for choosing me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471438-480572105186493304?l=lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/feeds/480572105186493304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471438&amp;postID=480572105186493304' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/480572105186493304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/480572105186493304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/2007/06/its-our-anniversary.html' title='It&apos;s Our Anniversary!'/><author><name>Lyn-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658093011007241645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SMcwptrEBlI/AAAAAAAAAXU/UG_GKOzGEOI/S220/DLB_0050_D5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/RoA7EF91hMI/AAAAAAAAAEA/BD6e0pgyMhw/s72-c/d%26b-brown.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471438.post-6718529349353421431</id><published>2007-06-24T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T15:25:29.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Life Cut Short</title><content type='html'>I cannot believe the e-mail I just read. I just received an email that one of my former students passed away due to a drug overdose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am shocked.&lt;br /&gt;Sad.&lt;br /&gt;Hurt.&lt;br /&gt;Confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was 15 and going to be a junior next year. What went wrong? What happened? I do not have the answers to those questions. A life cut short. So much potential and life ahead of her. Oh, how I wished I would have reached out to her more. That I would have not ignored the signs I saw of lonelieness, grief, and sorrow in her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now tomorrow I will attend her funeral with her young peers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need strength, Jesus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471438-6718529349353421431?l=lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/feeds/6718529349353421431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471438&amp;postID=6718529349353421431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/6718529349353421431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/6718529349353421431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/2007/06/life-cut-short.html' title='A Life Cut Short'/><author><name>Lyn-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658093011007241645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SMcwptrEBlI/AAAAAAAAAXU/UG_GKOzGEOI/S220/DLB_0050_D5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471438.post-2508770291868906548</id><published>2007-06-20T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:18:42.144-08:00</updated><title type='text'>El Salvador: Mission Accomplished!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/RoVp1XGyUCI/AAAAAAAAAHA/XhSBpmoy6fw/s1600-h/P6170310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081584120013934626" style="FLOAT: left; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/Rnn10F91hGI/AAAAAAAAADQ/uq5uqyul-PY/s320/DSCF0366.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/Rnn10V91hHI/AAAAAAAAADY/dHzrb9anxKg/s1600-h/DSCF0353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078360334435452018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/Rnn10V91hHI/AAAAAAAAADY/dHzrb9anxKg/s320/DSCF0353.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/Rnn10l91hII/AAAAAAAAADg/ZumZmrRH4OM/s1600-h/DSCF0333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078360338730419330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/Rnn10l91hII/AAAAAAAAADg/ZumZmrRH4OM/s320/DSCF0333.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/Rnn10191hJI/AAAAAAAAADo/katADuDbplE/s1600-h/DSCF0352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078360343025386642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/Rnn10191hJI/AAAAAAAAADo/katADuDbplE/s320/DSCF0352.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471438-2508770291868906548?l=lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/feeds/2508770291868906548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471438&amp;postID=2508770291868906548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/2508770291868906548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/2508770291868906548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/2007/06/el-salvador-mission-accomplished.html' title='El Salvador: Mission Accomplished!'/><author><name>Lyn-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658093011007241645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SMcwptrEBlI/AAAAAAAAAXU/UG_GKOzGEOI/S220/DLB_0050_D5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/RoVp1XGyUCI/AAAAAAAAAHA/XhSBpmoy6fw/s72-c/P6170310.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471438.post-5939165148409066372</id><published>2007-06-07T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:18:42.422-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Down El Salvador Way</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/RmhmLF91hBI/AAAAAAAAACs/gpdq21OvlCY/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073417320998994962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 316px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px" height="205" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/RmhmLF91hBI/AAAAAAAAACs/gpdq21OvlCY/s320/untitled.bmp" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next week I will be walking the streets of &lt;a href="http://www.sitesatlas.com/Maps/Maps/304.gif"&gt;San Salvador, El Salvador&lt;/a&gt;! Exciting stuff. I will be traveling there on a mission trip with the Prestonwood women's ministry. We will be ministering to women in a local church by conducting a women's conference for them. This is a double treat for me because I will have the opportunity to minister to women and to use Spanish. Que bueno! How cool!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/Rmhw9F91hCI/AAAAAAAAAC0/ejhr2BZ-lgM/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am hoping for the Lord to do some amazing things in El Salvador, for all of the women's hearts to be united in Christ, for women to come to the Lord for the first time, and for God to be glorified. Please pray with me for this trip. I look forward to sharing with you when I return.&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/18471438-5939165148409066372?l=lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/feeds/5939165148409066372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471438&amp;postID=5939165148409066372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/5939165148409066372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/5939165148409066372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/2007/06/down-el-salvador-way.html' title='Down El Salvador Way'/><author><name>Lyn-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658093011007241645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SMcwptrEBlI/AAAAAAAAAXU/UG_GKOzGEOI/S220/DLB_0050_D5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/RmhmLF91hBI/AAAAAAAAACs/gpdq21OvlCY/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471438.post-1665905511025027051</id><published>2007-05-31T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:18:42.699-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Apprentice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/Rl9wbe5xDMI/AAAAAAAAACk/PpOMunQ2Pmg/s1600-h/Julie+%26+Lynz-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070895322896600258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px" height="244" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/Rl9wbe5xDMI/AAAAAAAAACk/PpOMunQ2Pmg/s320/Julie+%26+Lynz-2.jpg" width="314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;School's out for summer! I am so excited about the summer and all God has in store for me. As a part of my degree program I have to do an internship. I have the honor of interning this summer at &lt;a href="http://www.prestonwood.org/ministries/women/"&gt;Prestonwood Baptist Church in the Women's Ministry&lt;/a&gt;. I am super excited and have tons to learn! They have lots to keep me busy this summer: Bible studies, a mission trip to El Salvador, a leadership retreat, and the day-to-day ministry responsibilities. I can't wait to share with you all I will learn as I prepare to launch out into women's ministry in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've discovered that ministering to women is my passion. I am a by-product of one woman, Julie, (pictured above) pouring God's Truth into my life. As a result, I have been changed, and desire to be a change-agent in the lives of other women for the glory of God! The Biblical mandate for women's ministry is found in scripture in Titus 2:3-5:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Older women likewise are to exhibit behavior fitting for those who are holy, not slandering, not slaves to excessive drinking, but teaching what is good. In this way they will train the younger women to love their husbands, to love their children, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a name="Tit 2:5"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to be self-controlled, pure, fulfilling their duties at home, kind, being subject to their own husbands, so that the message of God may not be discredited. (NET Bible)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For thousands of years women have been doing &lt;em&gt;'women's ministry&lt;/em&gt;.' It has been recently, within the last 20 years women's ministry has flourished. Churches are understanding the need for a ministry specifically tailored to meet the needs of women in their congregation. So, I am studying how to effectively create a women's ministry from some of the best in Dallas! I am humbled and grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about you? Do you see a need for women's ministry in your church? Who has been that Titus 2 Woman in your life? Or do you sense God calling you to be that older woman to teach a younger woman the 'how to's' of life? I pray you would consider the mandate for women ministering to women found in Titus 2:3-5. Check back here as I will be posting updates about my internship &amp;amp; sharing tools for effectively ministering to women.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471438-1665905511025027051?l=lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/feeds/1665905511025027051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471438&amp;postID=1665905511025027051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/1665905511025027051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/1665905511025027051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/2007/05/apprentice.html' title='The Apprentice'/><author><name>Lyn-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658093011007241645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SMcwptrEBlI/AAAAAAAAAXU/UG_GKOzGEOI/S220/DLB_0050_D5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/Rl9wbe5xDMI/AAAAAAAAACk/PpOMunQ2Pmg/s72-c/Julie+%26+Lynz-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471438.post-1900660780950850607</id><published>2007-05-29T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:18:42.891-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's friendly reminder: don't lose your...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/RlyErbzWzXI/AAAAAAAAACc/H7THBk40RHw/s1600-h/384110_dont_lose_your_patience.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070073162244738418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/RlyErbzWzXI/AAAAAAAAACc/H7THBk40RHw/s400/384110_dont_lose_your_patience.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/18471438-1900660780950850607?l=lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/feeds/1900660780950850607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471438&amp;postID=1900660780950850607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/1900660780950850607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/1900660780950850607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/2007/05/image-of-day.html' title='Today&apos;s friendly reminder: don&apos;t lose your...'/><author><name>Lyn-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658093011007241645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SMcwptrEBlI/AAAAAAAAAXU/UG_GKOzGEOI/S220/DLB_0050_D5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/RlyErbzWzXI/AAAAAAAAACc/H7THBk40RHw/s72-c/384110_dont_lose_your_patience.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471438.post-3493296394306347489</id><published>2007-05-17T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:18:43.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye, PCA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/Rk0jQbzWzWI/AAAAAAAAACU/e6TKXugk0To/s1600-h/c.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065743921109716322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="160" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/Rk0jQbzWzWI/AAAAAAAAACU/e6TKXugk0To/s320/c.bmp" width="264" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Where does the time go? Nine months ago I wrote a &lt;a href="http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/2006/08/gods-curriculum-on-faith.html"&gt;blog entry &lt;/a&gt;about the new school year beginning and now it has come to an end. Today was the last day of school as well as the kindergarten graduation (&lt;em&gt;sooo cute&lt;/em&gt;) and senior graduation. I remember my high school graduation. I cannot believe it's been 9 years ago! Ugh...I'm getting old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Another school year down.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was my fourth year teaching high school Spanish, but I must say, this was my most enjoyable year teaching. I know some people have had bad experiences teaching in private schools, but I loved it. Having small classes made it conducive for better instruction and I had an opportunity to really get to know my students on an individual level. So sweet, those kids!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Any teacher knows we don't do it for the money. Amen? We do it because we love children, we love learning, and we desire to enlighten hope in each our students' lives. But, sometimes it is discouraging, draining. I become doubtful if I am reaching them. My only prayer this year teaching in an all Christian context was to be available for my students in any way they needed me; for my students to see just a &lt;em&gt;glimpse &lt;/em&gt;of Christ in me. Many days I left not knowing what they saw...But these last couple of days the cards, hugs, words of gratitude, and smiles made it all worthwhile. It really touched me and ministered to me.    &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jesus, they actually saw You--in me! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a God we serve who desires to use us, empty, broken vessels to minister His grace and lovingkindness to others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bid my dear students and co-workers farewell. I won't be returning to &lt;a href="http://www.planochristianacademy.com/"&gt;PCA&lt;/a&gt; next year, but I leave with fond memories, a greater love for God, and giving thanks and praise to God for allowing me to minister to others for His name's sake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jesus grew in wisdom and in stature among God and men.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Luke 2:52&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&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/18471438-3493296394306347489?l=lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/feeds/3493296394306347489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471438&amp;postID=3493296394306347489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/3493296394306347489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/3493296394306347489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/2007/05/goodbye-pca.html' title='Goodbye, PCA!'/><author><name>Lyn-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658093011007241645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SMcwptrEBlI/AAAAAAAAAXU/UG_GKOzGEOI/S220/DLB_0050_D5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/Rk0jQbzWzWI/AAAAAAAAACU/e6TKXugk0To/s72-c/c.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471438.post-9083806426699488480</id><published>2007-05-14T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:18:43.291-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Migraines, Mother's Day, &amp; Movies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/RkjNxmn7jfI/AAAAAAAAACM/SLFRc__PGd4/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064524033043434994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/RkjNxmn7jfI/AAAAAAAAACM/SLFRc__PGd4/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a weekend! Sometimes I feel like I work harder during the weekend than I do during the week. I truly need a Sabbath rest! But that's a whole other blog entry I'll save for later! First, let me share with you all about my weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sweet boyfriend has been suffering from headaches for about 9 months now. He finally said, "Enough is enough," and went to the emergency room on Saturday in Louisiana (he was there visiting his mother for mother's day weekend). The doctor has diagnosed him with migraines...I feel so bad for him. I'm just glad that he got a prescription, and now he doesn't have to suffer anymore. The doctor gave him a shot and my boyfriend said that was the best sleep he had &lt;em&gt;ever&lt;/em&gt; gotten! I envy him! :) We all need to slow down and listen to our bodies. They were only meant to do so much. So, sweetie if you are reading, take it easy! I was very sad I was not there with him, but I'm glad he at least had his mother there with him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another Mother's Day has gone by! Yesterday morning my mom was looking through an old scrapbook I made her. I made her a homemade card this year. Funny how many years after pre-school I am still making her gifts! Remember those days when you would do a finger painting picture for your mom? My mom says gifts that are handmade are the best. I agree!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a blessing mother's are. I truly think parenting is the hardest job on the planet, but also it is probably the most fulfilling! Yesterday I found myself longing for the day to be a mother. One day, Lord...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom and I also went to see the movie &lt;em&gt;Georgia Rule &lt;/em&gt;starring Jane Fonda, Felicity Huffman, and Lindsay Lohan. Let's just say it is not appropriate for a young audience. It is rated R. I wish I would have done some more research before I went to see it. The story line was good, but there was a lot of profanity, sexual innuendo, and lewdness. I felt like I needed to repent after watching it! Not to mention it was kind of embarrasing watching it with my mom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you can get past all of that, it is a good movie with a good story. It painfully, but beautifully tells the story of the tension between three generations of women--a grandmother, a mother, and a daughter. Indeed the dynamics of all of these relationships do pass down from generation to generation, for good or bad. I know that is true in my family. The movie depicted the reality of our depravity and how sin and brokenness effects people in our family who may or may not even be born yet. It was another reminder how every family has its issues...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am grateful for a Savior who desires to redeem our families' dysfunction!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all, it turned out to be a good weekend, despite my boyfriend's migraines, a happy mother's day for my mom, and a reminder of God's blessing of family at the movies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471438-9083806426699488480?l=lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/feeds/9083806426699488480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471438&amp;postID=9083806426699488480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/9083806426699488480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/9083806426699488480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/2007/05/migraines-mothers-day-movies.html' title='Migraines, Mother&apos;s Day, &amp; Movies'/><author><name>Lyn-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658093011007241645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SMcwptrEBlI/AAAAAAAAAXU/UG_GKOzGEOI/S220/DLB_0050_D5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/RkjNxmn7jfI/AAAAAAAAACM/SLFRc__PGd4/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471438.post-6896415285197077376</id><published>2007-05-07T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:18:44.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Start Compiling your Summer Reading List!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; The dog days of summer call for reading lots of great books! I don't know about you, but I love to get some extra leisure reading in. I wanted to share a couple of books with you I have read to perhaps add to your reading list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/Rj-aE2n7jUI/AAAAAAAAAA0/6hTYz7W_F-E/s1600-h/2637307196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061933914360876354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/Rj-aE2n7jUI/AAAAAAAAAA0/6hTYz7W_F-E/s320/2637307196.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rumors of another World&lt;/em&gt;, by Phillip Yancey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a great, great, great read! It includes the author's thoughts of how clues from this world speak of another world beyond what we see. If we are not careful, we will miss those clues, and in essence miss the beauty, mystery, and enjoyment of God. I read it this semester in my Eschatology class &amp; it may be one of the best books I've read in a while. I highly recommend it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Spirit of the Rainforest&lt;/em&gt;, by Mark Ritchie&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/Rj-aE2n7jVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ehphfX2bcVA/s1600-h/2354095462.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061933914360876370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 84px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 121px" height="140" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/Rj-aE2n7jVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ehphfX2bcVA/s320/2354095462.jpg" width="84" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Intriguing, suspenseful, and eye opening! This book will leave you amazed at the depth of the Father's heart to reach all peoples and all nations with the Gospel. This book is by a sociologist who travels into the Amazonian jungle and observes the culture of the indigenous people. I read this in my Anthropology class last semester.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Books I plan on reading this summer:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/Rj-a9Wn7jWI/AAAAAAAAABE/SuUJgJOSaRs/s1600-h/4116760004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061934885023485282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/Rj-a9Wn7jWI/AAAAAAAAABE/SuUJgJOSaRs/s320/4116760004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blue Like Jazz&lt;/em&gt;, by Donald Miller&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;               &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                          Sacred Marriage&lt;/em&gt;, by Gary Thomas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/Rj-a9Wn7jXI/AAAAAAAAABM/CpahqXQssDo/s1600-h/2514147131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061934885023485298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/Rj-a9Wn7jXI/AAAAAAAAABM/CpahqXQssDo/s320/2514147131.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll let you know here on my blog how they turn out. What about you? What books have you read lately that you enjoyed or what do you plan on reading this summer?&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/18471438-6896415285197077376?l=lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/feeds/6896415285197077376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471438&amp;postID=6896415285197077376' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/6896415285197077376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/6896415285197077376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/2007/05/start-compiling-your-summer-reading.html' title='Start Compiling your Summer Reading List!'/><author><name>Lyn-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658093011007241645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SMcwptrEBlI/AAAAAAAAAXU/UG_GKOzGEOI/S220/DLB_0050_D5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/Rj-aE2n7jUI/AAAAAAAAAA0/6hTYz7W_F-E/s72-c/2637307196.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471438.post-527304568712613930</id><published>2007-05-01T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:18:44.395-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny as hell?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/RjfEgmn7jTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/xYhUh3s19q8/s1600-h/4024933578.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059728770776927538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/RjfEgmn7jTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/xYhUh3s19q8/s320/4024933578.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/RjfD_mn7jSI/AAAAAAAAAAk/JxKuAHodBdA/s1600-h/4024933578.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Why do people use that saying? I confess I've said it and of course, I have heard it dozens upon dozens of times that someting is 'funny as hell.' I have never stopped and really given thought to that saying though...until today in my Eschatology (study of the end times) class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In fact, we have a number of sayings in our language and culture we use with the motif of 'hell' in them. For example:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"When hell freezes over..."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"People in hell want ice water..."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Go to hell..."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"That's one hell of a..."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And many more&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;My prof began the class by playing an array of popular songs about hell. Many of the songs were not somber, sad songs, but upbeat. What irony! The common theme in each song depicted an attitude of mocking hell and death. We as humans tend to mock that which we are afraid of. It keeps us from having to face reality, face our fears, face our God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;The reality is, hell is not very funny at all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish it weren't so, but hell is real. Hell is a place reserved for the wicked, a place where there will be 'weeping and gnashing of teeth,' the Bible describes. "Should we not already begin to weep at the very prospect?" says theologian John R.W. Stott. People you and I know may be seperated from God in hell if they do not repent and confess Christ as Savior. So, why do we mock it? Why do we laugh? As my prof said this morning, "I believe hell is going to be a hell of a lot worse than we can ever imagine." (No pun intended) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As a Christian, I should not perpetuate the mocking the world does at the thought of hell. To do so is to buy into the notion that, 'hell doesn't exist, therefore, let's poke fun at it.' I believe God's heart does ache at the thought of the evil and wickedness of men's hearts who will not repent and come unto Him. If our hearts are to be aligned with the Lord's, then our hearts should be burdened for those who will spend an eternity in hell too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can hear you saying, "&lt;em&gt;But, what about Jeffrey Dahmer, Ted Bundy, Adolf Hitler? Don't they deserve hell?&lt;/em&gt;" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My answer is yes, they do deserve hell. But so do I, and so do you. God does not seperate, as we humans do, degrees of sin. Sin is sin...unrighteousness is unrighteousness. Romans 3:23 says all have sinned and fallen short of the glory of God. Thank God for His saving grace through Jesus that saves us not only from eternal hell, but hell on earth! (Although we will suffer in this world, having Christ see us through our suffering is our hope)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every once in a while, we Christians should give ourselves the opportunity to feel the realness of hell...it is no laughing matter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I long that we could in some small way stand in the tearful tradition of Jeremiah, Jesus and Paul. I want to see more tears among us [Christians]. I think we need to repent of our nonchalance, our hard-heartedness." John R.W. Stott&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471438-527304568712613930?l=lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/feeds/527304568712613930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471438&amp;postID=527304568712613930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/527304568712613930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/527304568712613930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/2007/05/funny-as-hell.html' title='Funny as hell?'/><author><name>Lyn-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658093011007241645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SMcwptrEBlI/AAAAAAAAAXU/UG_GKOzGEOI/S220/DLB_0050_D5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/RjfEgmn7jTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/xYhUh3s19q8/s72-c/4024933578.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471438.post-4904539164202172639</id><published>2007-03-12T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:18:44.645-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Segregated Sundays</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/RfY1eX1n2uI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aEUdamLZWp8/s1600-h/pew.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041275628799122146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/RfY1eX1n2uI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aEUdamLZWp8/s320/pew.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Martin Luther King, Jr. once said Sunday is the most segregated day of the week in America. Unfortunately, that statement still rings true today. When will we say enough is enough? Those of us who call ourselves born again Christians still perpetuate and participate in segregation and racism. Now I know there are healthy churches out there that are multi-racially healthy. However, there are not many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I write this I am ashamed to admit I participate in segregated Sundays too. I often find myself, especially being bi-racial (black and white) feeling pulled to pick one ‘church’ (i.e. the ‘black’ church v. the ‘white’ church) over the other. At least I feel a tension! I’m afraid many do not feel any tension at all; they just go with their ‘own.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What must the world think when they look at us?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The mark of Christianity should be our love for one another, yet we cannot see past black and white. When will we begin to see red? The color which symbolically covers us all by Christ’s blood? Perhaps we do not understand what it means to washed in the blood of Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scripture affirms our oneness in Christ repeatedly. Consider Galatians 3:28: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“&lt;em&gt;There is neither Jew nor Greek, there is neither slave nor free, there is neither male nor female– for all of you are one in Christ Jesus.” (NET Bible) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The unity we share in Christ transcends all racial, socioeconomic, and gender barriers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact if we look at the example of the Trinity, we find an image of oneness and unity. Christ’s prayer was for us to be one as He and His Father are one. Pew after pew in America sadly proves we are far from being one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As children we all sang, “Jesus loves the little children…red and yellow, black and white…” I challenge you to ask yourself do you love all God’s children of the world—red and yellow, black and white. Like Martin Luther King, Jr. I too have a dream that one day segregated Sunday’s will be no more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471438-4904539164202172639?l=lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/feeds/4904539164202172639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471438&amp;postID=4904539164202172639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/4904539164202172639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/4904539164202172639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/2007/03/segregated-sundays.html' title='Segregated Sundays'/><author><name>Lyn-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658093011007241645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SMcwptrEBlI/AAAAAAAAAXU/UG_GKOzGEOI/S220/DLB_0050_D5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/RfY1eX1n2uI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aEUdamLZWp8/s72-c/pew.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471438.post-4288030442166525471</id><published>2007-03-10T19:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:18:44.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a...Sorpresa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/RfNymn1n2tI/AAAAAAAAAAM/pKYkLJNvNck/s1600-h/surprise-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040498415812205266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/RfNymn1n2tI/AAAAAAAAAAM/pKYkLJNvNck/s320/surprise-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You don't have to be fluent in Spanish to figure out 'sorpresa' means surprise! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yep, my sweet boyfriend (pictured behind me) and some of my dearest friends collaborated together and threw me a surprise party last Saturday for my 27th birthday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was such a lovely time, and they really did throw me for a sorpresa!  I thought I considered myself one not to appreciate surprises...you know, the ordered, structured type.  I decided after last Saturday that I'm &lt;em&gt;alllll &lt;/em&gt;about surprises!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I felt so special and loved as I walked in and saw many of my dearest and nearest friends.  What a blessed time it was for friends, fellowship, and fun!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Thank you, Lord for the gift of life!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471438-4288030442166525471?l=lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/feeds/4288030442166525471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471438&amp;postID=4288030442166525471' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/4288030442166525471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/4288030442166525471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/2007/03/its-asorpresa.html' title='It&apos;s a...Sorpresa!'/><author><name>Lyn-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658093011007241645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SMcwptrEBlI/AAAAAAAAAXU/UG_GKOzGEOI/S220/DLB_0050_D5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/RfNymn1n2tI/AAAAAAAAAAM/pKYkLJNvNck/s72-c/surprise-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471438.post-116795671863000153</id><published>2007-01-04T15:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T16:25:18.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad about Saddam</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6102/1808/1600/332752/ra324388195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6102/1808/320/473735/ra324388195.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saddam Hussein is to my generation what Adolf Hitler was to many generations ago. He was a ruthless dictator who did not despise the killing of his own people all in the name of power. We've all heard the accounts of his brutal rule over the years and cheered with the Iraqis when he was found hiding in a hole. He was tried and found guilty for crimes against humanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Thursday I sat with my mouth opened and in shock at the news that he would be hanged as a result of his crimes. Now, I am not prepared to debate the death penalty here, but I could not believe a government trying to establish legitimacy, respect, and a democracy would hang someone--let alone its former ruler!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure why it bothered me as much as it did. I was at dinner last Friday with some friends, and I remember in the midst of the fun time I was having wondering if he had been hanged yet and what was going on through his mind. Whether or not he deserved death is up for debate, but what I do know is that I am outraged that ANY human being die a disgraceful death as this. Did you see the images on T.V? I'm not saying he didn't deserve to die, but there is a dignity all human beings deserve...even horrible, evil people. Consider this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saddam Hussein was created in the imago dei--the image of God.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All human beings bear the image of God. Scripture reveals this truth early in Genesis at the creation of man and woman. Sanctity of life is important because though all people may not know it, they bear the image of their Creator. (That is why I am an advocate against abortion and stem-cell research which destroys embryos.) So as an image bearer, I can't help but to wonder if Saddam died in a just manner? I don't know all the answers, but I do have a lot of questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What do you think about the manner in which Saddam Hussein died?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite all of the political jargon being discussed in the media, one thing I do know is that God loves all people of all nations...even those who denounce His Son. Saddam died a sad death. His last words were uttered in allegiance to Allah, declaring him as the one "true" god. Perhaps that is what I am even more sad about...&lt;em&gt;he died not knowing Christ.&lt;/em&gt; I wonder, did anyone ever present the gospel to Saddam? Did he know of Christ's sacrifice for him? Did he know of God's love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess I will never know the answers to those questions. I think my saddness for Saddam really translates into a &lt;em&gt;saddness for the world&lt;/em&gt;. We live in a fallen, broken world marred by the effects of sin. Sin is horrible. God has opened my eyes to its ugliness and the beauty of the Cross of Christ. God's desire is that none would perish, but have everlasting life through His Son Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My prayer is that my saddness would move me to share the gospel of Jesus Christ to a lost and dying world in 2007. We all know people who need to hear of God's love. I pray we as believers would answer God's call as the prophet Isaiah:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I heard the voice of the Lord say, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Whom will I send? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who will go on our behalf?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I answered, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Here am I. Send me." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Isa. 6:8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471438-116795671863000153?l=lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/feeds/116795671863000153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471438&amp;postID=116795671863000153' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/116795671863000153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/116795671863000153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/2007/01/sad-about-saddam.html' title='Sad about Saddam'/><author><name>Lyn-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658093011007241645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SMcwptrEBlI/AAAAAAAAAXU/UG_GKOzGEOI/S220/DLB_0050_D5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471438.post-116711041259299293</id><published>2006-12-25T20:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T21:20:12.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Lot of Love</title><content type='html'>Well, another Christmas is almost gone.  I can't believe I celebrated my 26th Christmas, and I never grow tired of all the festivities.  It is cold here in Dallas, so thankfully it felt like Christmas this year!  I saw on the news tonight in 1983 when I was three years old it was a record low of 3 degrees!  Now that's cold!  My mom says she remembers that Christmas and that our whole family, including the dog slept in the same bed to stay warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a good time opening gifts, eating, and visiting with family.  I watched my two young cousins play with their toys and it became a very nostalgic moment for me.  I remember being young and being so excited about all the toys--those were the days!  How fleeting they are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't get toys anymore for Christmas.  These days I'm just about as excited to get practical gifts as I was about the toys back in the day: socks, PJ's, make-up, lotions, etc.  I asked my dear friend what he got for Christmas, and he said, "&lt;em&gt;A lot of love&lt;/em&gt;!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That is what Christmas is about--a lot of love!  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;                    In fact, with the birth of Jesus love came down...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is sad to me is that many people today have celebrated this day without knowing the true meaning of Christmas...love did not just come down for me or for you, but for the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;world&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!  The power of God's love through the birth of Jesus Christ at Christmas should move us to sharing the gospel message with the lost. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My personal prayer and challenge is to pray earnestly for ONE person I know who does not know Christ to entrust Him as their Lord &amp;amp; Savior in hopes that they may know by Christmas 2007 that they have been given &lt;em&gt;a lot of love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471438-116711041259299293?l=lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/feeds/116711041259299293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471438&amp;postID=116711041259299293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/116711041259299293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/116711041259299293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/2006/12/lot-of-love.html' title='A Lot of Love'/><author><name>Lyn-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658093011007241645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SMcwptrEBlI/AAAAAAAAAXU/UG_GKOzGEOI/S220/DLB_0050_D5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471438.post-116589237356470037</id><published>2006-12-11T18:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T19:18:54.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O Christmas Tree, Poor Christmas Tree...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6102/1808/1600/528321/Christmas%2520Tree%25202000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6102/1808/320/911002/Christmas%2520Tree%25202000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ok, enough already with the Christmas/holiday bickering. This society has gone way too far with what to call this season. The latest on the news regarding a Jewish Rabbi complaining in an airport about some Christmas trees just about makes me want to scream! First, let's get it straight America, the Christmas tree does not hold any biblical reference! Nor does it have anything to do with Christ's birth. There were no Christmas trees present in the Nativity!  The Christmas tree, though it  may have some Christian symbolism probably sits in the homes of more nonbelievers.  Therefore, what is the BIG deal? Seriously, some people need to stop being so sensitive! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out this site about the history of the &lt;a href="http://www.christmasarchives.com/trees.html"&gt;Christmas tree&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the meantime, Merry Christmas!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471438-116589237356470037?l=lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/feeds/116589237356470037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471438&amp;postID=116589237356470037' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/116589237356470037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/116589237356470037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/2006/12/o-christmas-tree-poor-christmas-tree.html' title='O Christmas Tree, Poor Christmas Tree...'/><author><name>Lyn-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658093011007241645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SMcwptrEBlI/AAAAAAAAAXU/UG_GKOzGEOI/S220/DLB_0050_D5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471438.post-116468903965373554</id><published>2006-11-27T19:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T20:46:10.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tender Warrior</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6102/1808/1600/untitled.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6102/1808/320/untitled.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hear it in the sound of your voice&lt;br /&gt;the silence in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;It is in the expression on your face&lt;br /&gt;the exhale of your lungs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hear it with your every word&lt;br /&gt;the heaviness of your heart&lt;br /&gt;It is in the tears you do not hide&lt;br /&gt;the frustrations of life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hear it in your prayers to God&lt;br /&gt;the desire to be close&lt;br /&gt;It is in the quiet of night&lt;br /&gt;the thoughts of those you love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stand strong tender warrior&lt;br /&gt;your strength is from above&lt;br /&gt;The Lord believes in you&lt;br /&gt;and so do I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stand strong tender warrior&lt;br /&gt;your humble heart is worth more than gold&lt;br /&gt;The Lord cares deeply&lt;br /&gt;and your joy shall return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stand strong tender warrior&lt;br /&gt;your God is a Mighty Fortress&lt;br /&gt;The Lord won't let you go&lt;br /&gt;and your'e in good Hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stand strong tender warrior...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471438-116468903965373554?l=lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/feeds/116468903965373554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471438&amp;postID=116468903965373554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/116468903965373554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/116468903965373554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/2006/11/tender-warrior.html' title='Tender Warrior'/><author><name>Lyn-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658093011007241645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SMcwptrEBlI/AAAAAAAAAXU/UG_GKOzGEOI/S220/DLB_0050_D5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471438.post-116102705276509584</id><published>2006-10-16T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T09:52:47.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let us Break Bread...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6102/1808/1600/bread.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6102/1808/200/bread.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6102/1808/1600/bread.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is just something about good food and good conversation that go together nicely! I had a great weekend doing both a lot of talking and a lot of eating. I truly believe there is something special about gathering around a dinner table that lends itself to good conversation--no television, no ringing cell phones, no interuptions, just good ole fashion conversing! As a poor seminarian, it is also a blessing when people invite me to dinner. I not only see that as an opportunity to fellowship, but as God's provision for a meal! Amen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started thinking about the Biblical and spiritual implications of eating and fellowship and immediately I see images of &lt;em&gt;Christ and the Last Supper&lt;/em&gt; and the &lt;em&gt;Great Wedding Banquet&lt;/em&gt; that will take place in the eschaton. Just think, when Christ comes back for His Bride (the Church), we are going to have one large pot-luck (Isaiah 25:6-7)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first century Christians in the book of Acts left us a great example. These Christians were devoted to fellowship, the breaking of bread, and one other important element: &lt;em&gt;prayer&lt;/em&gt;. Take a look at this account of the Christians in the book of Acts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They were devoting themselves to the apostles’ teaching and to &lt;strong&gt;fellowship&lt;/strong&gt;, to the &lt;strong&gt;breaking of bread&lt;/strong&gt; and to &lt;strong&gt;prayer&lt;/strong&gt;...Every day they continued to gather together by common consent in the temple courts, &lt;strong&gt;breaking bread&lt;/strong&gt; from house to house, sharing their food with glad and humble hearts, praising God and having the good will of all the people. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Acts 2:42, 46-47&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often do we 21st century Christians experience all three of these: fellowship, food, and prayer? I think probably not too often, but we sure do need it. This weekend when I experienced this, it truly warmed my heart and ministered to my soul because I experienced all three. Before leaving my friends Chawn and Julie's house after a great meal and fellowship, they offered to pray before we concluded our night together. What a blessing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This just reminded me that the next time I get together to break bread with friends or family to remember fellowship and prayer as a part of that time. As we all eagerly approach Thanksgiving next month, let us consider how we can minister to others &lt;em&gt;even before&lt;/em&gt; that day by fellowship, the breaking of bread, and prayer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471438-116102705276509584?l=lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/feeds/116102705276509584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471438&amp;postID=116102705276509584' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/116102705276509584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/116102705276509584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/2006/10/let-us-break-bread.html' title='Let us Break Bread...'/><author><name>Lyn-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658093011007241645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SMcwptrEBlI/AAAAAAAAAXU/UG_GKOzGEOI/S220/DLB_0050_D5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471438.post-116053080026237428</id><published>2006-10-10T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T18:48:37.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Images from New Orleans</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6102/1808/1600/b494re2.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 349px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" height="213" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6102/1808/320/b494re2.2.jpg" width="605" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6102/1808/1600/bd91re2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6102/1808/320/bd91re2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6102/1808/1600/165bre2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6102/1808/320/165bre2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6102/1808/1600/6c56re2.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6102/1808/320/6c56re2.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6102/1808/1600/b5dbre2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6102/1808/320/b5dbre2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6102/1808/1600/837dre2.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6102/1808/320/837dre2.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471438-116053080026237428?l=lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/feeds/116053080026237428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471438&amp;postID=116053080026237428' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/116053080026237428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/116053080026237428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/2006/10/images-from-new-orleans.html' title='Images from New Orleans'/><author><name>Lyn-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658093011007241645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SMcwptrEBlI/AAAAAAAAAXU/UG_GKOzGEOI/S220/DLB_0050_D5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471438.post-116009908714986122</id><published>2006-10-05T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T18:44:47.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Silent Prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6102/1808/1600/katrina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6102/1808/320/katrina.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Remember images like these from Hurricane Katrina in August 2005?  Seems just like yesterday the catastrophe hit New Orleans.  However, if I were one of these people in the picture, I imagine it would feel like one of the longest years of my life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I remember watching the news for weeks after the hurricane hit and having a deep desire to want to go and do something to help.  I wanted so badly to do my part as an American, as a human being, and as a Christian for the victims of Katrina.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, I had no idea one year later that silent prayer would be answered.  I leave for a mini-mission trip to New Orleans tomorrow!  I'm so excited, and so humbled to be a part of the reorganization and clean-up of New Orleans.  We're going to be working with Habitat for Humanity, a non-profit organization, and going down the the French Quarters District to do some street evangelism!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Should be a weekend of fun, serving, and good fellowship.  Please pray for God to be glorified, safe travels, and for lives to be touched by the outpouring of people who desire to minister as Christ's hands and feet in New Orleans.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I promise to update on Monday when I return!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471438-116009908714986122?l=lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/feeds/116009908714986122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471438&amp;postID=116009908714986122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/116009908714986122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/116009908714986122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/2006/10/silent-prayer.html' title='A Silent Prayer'/><author><name>Lyn-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658093011007241645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SMcwptrEBlI/AAAAAAAAAXU/UG_GKOzGEOI/S220/DLB_0050_D5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471438.post-115845664872945515</id><published>2006-09-16T17:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T21:12:30.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ladies, lament!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6102/1808/1600/fa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6102/1808/200/fa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I had an opportunity to team-teach a ladies only class with my friend/DTS professor &lt;a href="http://www.aspire2.blogspot.com"&gt;Sandra Glahn&lt;/a&gt; at the annual Breaking Free Singles' Conference at &lt;a href="http://www.ocbfchurch.org"&gt;OCBF&lt;/a&gt;. Our topic was a real discussion regarding one thing we all have in common whether single or married: the problem of pain and uncontentment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although Sandi has been married for over 27 years, she too has experienced her share of pain. I like how she put it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"We're not running a suffering olympics here...we all have real pain." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crux of our message consisted of encouraging the women in the audience to &lt;em&gt;lament &lt;/em&gt;their pain as an offering of sacrificial praise, which is pleasing and acceptable to the Lord. However, as Sandi taught us in the class: before worship comes an acknowledgement of pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;How many of us have been taught that principle?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately in the church we sometimes feel as if it is 'ungodly' to complain or be real with God, when in fact, there are numerous accounts throughout scripture showing just the opposite. For example, some of the most popular psalms are the ones of lament. A lament is a cry, a complaint, a groan. In the Psalms of Lament, it begins with an acknowledgement of pain, but ends with a confession of trust in the Lord--returning to what is true of God's character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier this year I wrote a personal Psalm of Lament. You can read it &lt;a href="http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/2006/03/psalm-of-lament.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. I encourage you too to write your own personal lament to the Lord. I found it to be healing for me and it truly ministered to my heart the head knowledge I had of the goodness of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anytime we in the Body of Christ receive an opportunity to minster to others, share our sufferings, our triumphs, and perhaps even our current battles, it is an honor. After the class a young woman came up to me with tears in her eyes grateful for the invitation to lament to the Lord. Praise God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that young woman, and I pray others present in that room heard the message:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ladies, lament!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.aspire2.com/ocbfsingles.htm"&gt;If you are interested, here are the notes from Friday's class&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&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/18471438-115845664872945515?l=lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/feeds/115845664872945515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471438&amp;postID=115845664872945515' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/115845664872945515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/115845664872945515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/2006/09/ladies-lament.html' title='Ladies, lament!'/><author><name>Lyn-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658093011007241645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SMcwptrEBlI/AAAAAAAAAXU/UG_GKOzGEOI/S220/DLB_0050_D5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471438.post-115811675260095463</id><published>2006-09-12T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T20:05:52.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Calling all Singles!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6102/1808/320/break_free.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My home church, Oak Cliff Bible Fellowship is hosting their annual conference for singles entiltled &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Breaking Free: Putting the Pieces Back Together.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conference will take place this Friday &amp; Saturday, September 15th and 16th.  There are a plethora of workshops to attend and suit all singles.  If you would like more information click &lt;a href="https://www.ocbfchurch.org/index.cfm/pageid/680/index.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are planning on serving over 2,000 singles in the Dallas-Ft. Worth metroplex area this weekend.  Please be praying for a smooth conference and for singles to experience freedom in the season God has called them to right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep you posted on how the event turns out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471438-115811675260095463?l=lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/feeds/115811675260095463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471438&amp;postID=115811675260095463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/115811675260095463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/115811675260095463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/2006/09/calling-all-singles.html' title='Calling all Singles!'/><author><name>Lyn-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658093011007241645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SMcwptrEBlI/AAAAAAAAAXU/UG_GKOzGEOI/S220/DLB_0050_D5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471438.post-115767876728536438</id><published>2006-09-07T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T18:26:07.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the Day!</title><content type='html'>"One of Christianity's greatest gifts to all who follow Jesus is the opportunity to experience genuine community with other believers. We're united by our acceptance into God's family, our common purpose in loving Christ and others, and our mission to build Christ's Kingdom for His glory. In the community of the Body of Christ, we find acceptance in spite of our imperfections and encouragement in spite of our failures. And we also extend that acceptance and encouragement to other believers in practical ways. This is God's plan for His Body, the Church, that we cultivate redemptive relationships with others who are following Jesus with us. When we do, our joy becomes more full, our lives more blessed, and our corporate witness more effective." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Andy McQuitty, Pastor of Irving Bible Fellowship&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471438-115767876728536438?l=lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/feeds/115767876728536438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471438&amp;postID=115767876728536438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/115767876728536438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/115767876728536438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/2006/09/quote-of-day.html' title='Quote of the Day!'/><author><name>Lyn-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658093011007241645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SMcwptrEBlI/AAAAAAAAAXU/UG_GKOzGEOI/S220/DLB_0050_D5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471438.post-115699374425603487</id><published>2006-08-30T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T20:09:04.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Testing Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6102/1808/1600/untitled.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6102/1808/320/untitled.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the day to day intricacies of life, I am finding the Lord sanctifying me. Whether it is sitting in rush hour traffic, standing in long lines, bumping my 'funny bone,' or through relationships. These are all tests, some come in the form of pop-quizzes (like bumping my 'funny bone'), but neveretheless, one thing God is after is the revelation of my character and His work of sanctification in me. Sometimes I pass the tests, and other times I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now, just what is progressive sanctification?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Progressive sanctification involves human responsiveness to God's Word and the work of the Holy Spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, we have a choice to either ignore the prompting of the Holy Spirit or to submit ourselves to it. I believe we serve a God who is in constant pursuit of our hearts in order to grow us toward Christ-likeness. Therefore, He continues to bring along tests or pop-quizzes to reveal to us the areas in which we have not been responsive to God's Word or work of the Holy Spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All day God has been speaking to me in regards to an area where He is desiring to sanctify me. I finally just looked up and said, "Yes, Lord. I will allow you room to do your work." I am encouraged because I realize that God's work of sanctification is ultimately for my eternal glorification. He is preparing me in &lt;em&gt;everything&lt;/em&gt; for eternity...even my character! Praise God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that you too would be encouraged as you experience those testing times from God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"But he knows the way that I take; when he has tested me, I &lt;strong&gt;will&lt;/strong&gt; come forth as gold."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471438-115699374425603487?l=lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/feeds/115699374425603487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471438&amp;postID=115699374425603487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/115699374425603487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/115699374425603487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/2006/08/testing-time.html' title='Testing Time'/><author><name>Lyn-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658093011007241645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SMcwptrEBlI/AAAAAAAAAXU/UG_GKOzGEOI/S220/DLB_0050_D5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471438.post-115646435320805891</id><published>2006-08-24T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T17:05:53.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Plan B Not A Good One</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6102/1808/1600/plan-b.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6102/1808/320/plan-b.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not pretend to know all of the scientific details of the highly controversial drug &lt;a href="http://www.go2planb.com/ForConsumers/Index.aspx"&gt;Plan B&lt;/a&gt;, aka "&lt;em&gt;the morning after pill&lt;/em&gt;," but I think the FDA has made a mistake today by making this drug available over-the-counter to girls as young as 18. I mean think about...if an 18 year old girl is not responsible enough to legally drink an alcoholic beverage, why is she responsible enough to take Plan B?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I teach high school and I am exposed to young girls and boys. I've had many conversations with youth regarding sex and unwanted pregnancies. And for the most part, sex is viewed as casual to them. I believe the approval of making this drug will send the wrong message not only to youth, but to everyone. I believe we are perpetuating the problem here. Check out this press release from the organization &lt;a href="http://www.cwfa.org/articles/11378/MEDIA/life/index.htm"&gt;Concerned Women for America&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The problem does not lie solely in taking the emergency contraception, but why one is needing emergency contraception in the first place?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fear is that women will begin to abuse this drug and use it as a form of abortion due to making a poor decision. Again, I'm not so much concerned with the actual taking of the drug as I am the reasons why people get themselves into "emergency contraception" scenarios. In saying that I do not want to appear judgmental or demeaning. We all have made poor decisions in life, and much of life consists of learning from our poor choices. All I am saying is that the debate is a much deeper one. There are enormous implications for a society which sells "the morning after pill" over-the-counter. And there are enormous implications for the Church and how to do ministry within this context. We must search answers to this debate through God's Word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I type this with a humble prayer that I am never in a situation where I feel as if I need to resort to a "&lt;em&gt;Plan B&lt;/em&gt;." Of course, we know as Christians there are no plan B's with God. His Providence and Sovereignty are always at work-even in a situation with someone who thinks they need a "plan B".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a complicated issue, but one we as Christians need to engage ourselves in, striving to see it in a spiritual perspective.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471438-115646435320805891?l=lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/feeds/115646435320805891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471438&amp;postID=115646435320805891' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/115646435320805891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/115646435320805891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/2006/08/plan-b-not-good-one.html' title='Plan B Not A Good One'/><author><name>Lyn-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658093011007241645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SMcwptrEBlI/AAAAAAAAAXU/UG_GKOzGEOI/S220/DLB_0050_D5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471438.post-115472064521780350</id><published>2006-08-04T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T12:49:00.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Curriculum on Faith</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6102/1808/1600/1928105551.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6102/1808/400/1928105551.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This summer I took an Old Testament History class and my professor would repeat a saying to us in helping us understand the faithfulness of God tothe Israelites throughout history:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"What God has done in the past is a picture of what He will do in the future."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dozens of times God proved to be all His children needed, and that He would fight their battles for them. All they had to do was look back and remember His faithfulness of yesterday in order to trust Him for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was only a week ago I laid in my bed worrying and wondering,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;How will I pay for fall tuition?&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I became anxious at the thought of my outstanding balance. However, the Holy Spirit prompted me to remember how God provided in the past and to trust Him for the future. His mercies never fail...they are new every morning--Great is Thy Faithfulness! (Lamentations 3:23)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only two days ago I found a posting on the &lt;a href="http://www.dts.edu"&gt;DTS&lt;/a&gt; job board for a part-time Spanish teaching position. It fit my schedule perfectly, is close to my house, and would be great experience for me considering I'm studying Christian Education. I immediately inquired, filled out an application, and scheduled an interview for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving all praises and glory to God from whom all blessings flow...He provided-again!! This was an answer to my prayers! I will be teaching at &lt;a href="http://www.planochristianacademy.com"&gt;Plano Christian Academy&lt;/a&gt;! I am very excited about this opportunity to teach within a Christian context. I am an experienced teacher, but now I will have to polish and refine my philosophy of teaching Spanish beginning and ending with God...and to the glory of God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you can help me out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How do you suppose one should teach Spanish within a Christian context? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What things should I include in my instruction that will bring God glory?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How do Christ and the Bible stay in the center of a philosophy of teaching Spanish?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post some comments &amp;amp; help me out!! I would love to hear from you. Also, I would like to encourage and repeat to you what I heard repeated numerous times in class this summer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"What God has done in the past is a picture of what He will do in the future."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471438-115472064521780350?l=lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/feeds/115472064521780350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471438&amp;postID=115472064521780350' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/115472064521780350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/115472064521780350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/2006/08/gods-curriculum-on-faith.html' title='God&apos;s Curriculum on Faith'/><author><name>Lyn-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658093011007241645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SMcwptrEBlI/AAAAAAAAAXU/UG_GKOzGEOI/S220/DLB_0050_D5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471438.post-115454637764248353</id><published>2006-08-02T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T12:19:37.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Viva el South Padre!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6102/1808/1600/2423063875.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6102/1808/320/2423063875.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back from South Padre Island, Texas! My friend Natasha and I had a wonderful time getting away from the busyness of day to day life here in Dallas. The weather the first day was incredible: 84 degrees! We immediately put our bags down, put our bathing suits on, and headed for the beach. There was a persistent breeze off the ocean and for a while we just laid there amazed by the breeze. Living in Dallas we have not felt the wind blowing in a while! It was a great treat...thank you, Lord!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natasha and I made a quick observation upon arriving on the island: &lt;em&gt;Se habla mucho espanol en Padre!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translation: &lt;em&gt;Spanish is spoken a lot in Padre&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;South Padre lies at the southernmost tip of Texas about 10-15 miles from Mexico, so many of the Mexican nationals go to Padre to vacation. Good thing God has given me the gift of speaking in Spanish, because there were many times where it came in handy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything there had a Spanish flare. Natasha and I caught the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Latin fever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! In fact, the first night we went to a popular spot called Louie's Backyard where we danced (&lt;strong&gt;gasp!!!)&lt;/strong&gt; the night away to Salsay y Merengue, and the latest Latin music called Regaton (a mixture of salsa and reggae). Latinos sure do know how to throw a party! It was great fun and offered us an opportunity to be emmursed into a different culture than our own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another fun highlight of our trip was dolphin watching. We got on a double-decker boat and went out in the ocean to watch the dolphins. The water was a beautiful sea-green color and we were fortunate to see several dolphins and some baby dolphins too! However, I started to feel quesy from the boat ride so I had to sit down and concentrate on NOT throwing up! I don't think a cruise would be my cup of tea either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent our last day entirely on the beach. We ate lunch, slept, talked, slept, and ate. It was nice to take a nap. I do not take naps often, so it was a beautiful thing! Although I got sun burned...I should have fallen asleep &lt;em&gt;under&lt;/em&gt; the umbrella instead of the sun! Now my sunburn has turned to a nice golden tan...I look 100% Latina now! (I think that was my goal! Remember I have&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Latin fever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; right now!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natasha and I were sad to leave, but as they say, "All good things must come to an end." Of course, the trip would not be as memorable without Continental Airlines losing my suitcase! Yep, that's right! I got to Dallas and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;no maleta&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! Big ups to Continental though because they were able to trace my suitcase (it was in H-town) and deliver it to my doorstep at 4 a.m.! As one friend reminded me, "Better late than never!" Thank you, Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now it's back to reality. No more ocean, no more cool breeze, no more dolphins, and no more naps (well, on the beach anyway)! That's ok, I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay mucho trabajo aqui en Dallas!! (There is much work to do here in Dallas!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471438-115454637764248353?l=lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/feeds/115454637764248353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471438&amp;postID=115454637764248353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/115454637764248353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/115454637764248353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/2006/08/viva-el-south-padre.html' title='Viva el South Padre!'/><author><name>Lyn-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658093011007241645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SMcwptrEBlI/AAAAAAAAAXU/UG_GKOzGEOI/S220/DLB_0050_D5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471438.post-115386526874937603</id><published>2006-07-25T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T15:07:48.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do  you not know...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6102/1808/1600/question_mark.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6102/1808/320/question_mark.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was our annual women's conference at my church. The name of the conference every year is &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Desperate for Jesus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. I like that title a lot. It is a reminder of where I want my desperation to lie--in Christ alone. You see, many are desperate, but for the wrong things: money, a Friday night date, clothes, the perfect job, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year's key note speaker was author, Beth Moore. Wow...she was phenomenal! I found it to be very refreshing to hear the Word of God being preached and proclaimed by a woman! It truly did my soul well! The Word of God states in Titus 2 women should teach women. Unfortunately, it does not happen often. There is something about another woman publicly confessing to other women the foils and follies of her life, and how God has transformed them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through three different messages, Beth Moore reminded the women present (4,000 by the way) of many of God's truths we tend to so easily forget. I found them to be encouraging and want to share them with you. Read them as if for the first time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you not know...?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Your body is the temple of God? (I Corinthians 6:19-20)&lt;br /&gt;2. You are not stuck with the weaknesses of your personality? (2 Peter 1:3,4)&lt;br /&gt;3. God reverenced your conception? (Psalm 139:13,14)&lt;br /&gt;4. The Word of God is living and active? (Hebrews 4:12)&lt;br /&gt;5. God is good and His lovingkindness is everlasting? (2 Chronicles 7:3)&lt;br /&gt;6. When one unites with God, they become one with Him in Spirit? (I Corinthians 6:17)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What beautiful truths I had forgotten. God desires to illuminate Himself to us and reveal who we are in Him...if only we would open His Word and dive in. After this weekend, I realized how much I'm really &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; desperate for Jesus. Unfortunately, I allow other things to become a priority for me, or I just become complacent in my walk. However, I came to see just how dry I was because I had not been steadfast in spending quality time with the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a gracious God we serve...this weekend God sent me some reminders and gave me a fire to want to know Him more. The 6 things I listed above are things that I knew...but I had forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What do you not know...?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What truths has God revealed to you or reminded you of?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray we would all be desperate for Jesus, seeking Him with our whole hearts, and allowing Christ to answer all of our questions to, "&lt;em&gt;Do you not know&lt;/em&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471438-115386526874937603?l=lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/feeds/115386526874937603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471438&amp;postID=115386526874937603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/115386526874937603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/115386526874937603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/2006/07/do-you-not-know.html' title='Do  you not know...?'/><author><name>Lyn-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658093011007241645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SMcwptrEBlI/AAAAAAAAAXU/UG_GKOzGEOI/S220/DLB_0050_D5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471438.post-115334075172077703</id><published>2006-07-19T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T11:53:29.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost and Found</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6102/1808/1600/cross.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6102/1808/320/cross.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It never ceases to amaze me. I am always losing something. The most recent article I "lost" was my wallet. I couldn't find it on Monday morning and went into panic mode because I rembered having it, yet I couldn't seem to retrace my steps back and find it. I looked under the bed, in my bed, in my car, my purses, the trash can...and no wallet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was afraid that someone might have picked it up. They would have been disappointed though because I had about $.50 in change in there, but my social security card was in my wallet, along with my American Express card. So, I called to check if there had been any charges made to my account, and there had not been...thank you, Lord! As I was telling my friend Kanika about my "missing wallet" and my social security card MIA as well, she gently reminded me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Now, you know you aren't supposed to carry your social security card, right?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I knew that, &lt;em&gt;"But where am I supposed to put it?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, Kanika is smart, but this was a genious piece of advice I had never considered: &lt;em&gt;"Put your social security card with your passport."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Oh." &lt;/em&gt;I was speechless. I really had never considered that option. I just put it in my wallet because I didn't know where to put it. I'm a little slow, I know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another piece of advice given by a friend who worked in the banking industry: to avoid consumer ID fraud, you can put a "fraud alert" on your credit. This way anytime credit is attempted, you will be notified. This alert can be placed for 90 days, 1 year, or 7 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday morning as I was rushing out of the house (as usual), I went to put something in my bag, and lo and behold: &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my wallet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. So, I did not have to put a fraud alert on my credit, nor did I cancel any of my credit cards. Thank you, Lord!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What was lost became found...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When things like this happen, I just look up and say, "Ok, Lord...what does this mean? What is the spiritual application here?" Everytime I ask that question, the Holy Spirit is faithful to teach me something about the character of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consider with me Luke 19:10, "&lt;em&gt;For the Son of Man came to seek and to save what was lost.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Adam and Eve sinned in the Garden, all of "you know what" broke lose and paradise was lost. Pure fellowship with God was broken, and has been since sin's advent into the world. Yet, we serve a God who did not leave us to be lost forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Luke 19:10 we see Jesus' mission defined: to seek the lost in order that they may be found. However, in order to be found, one must know they are lost. Romans 3:23 states that all have sinned, and it is our sin that makes us lost and in desperate need to be found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you lost?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you need to be found?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a couple of verses to lead you to be found by God:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John 3:16&lt;br /&gt;Romans 6:23&lt;br /&gt;Romans 10:9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posting this with a prayer for the lost to be found...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471438-115334075172077703?l=lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/feeds/115334075172077703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471438&amp;postID=115334075172077703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/115334075172077703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/115334075172077703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/2006/07/lost-and-found.html' title='Lost and Found'/><author><name>Lyn-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658093011007241645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SMcwptrEBlI/AAAAAAAAAXU/UG_GKOzGEOI/S220/DLB_0050_D5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471438.post-115316863843232543</id><published>2006-07-17T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T13:37:18.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sunday Afternoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6102/1808/1600/six_flags_logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6102/1808/320/six_flags_logo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went to Six Flags over Texas amuesment park. It was a last minute, spontaneous decision to go. The temp here was 105 and for some insane reason I decided to brave the heat and just go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say, I did have fun on the rides, but this morning my body paid for it. I woke up feeling like I had run a marathon...two times in a row! Wow...and I had a killer headache. It really felt like a hangover! What a horrible feeling many subject themselves to every weekend! So, I decided today I am just way too old for Six Flags!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Despite the extreme heat and a Six Flags hangover, it was the company of good friends which made the trip worth while.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends, indeed are a blessing we should not take for granted. It is when we can look outside of the discomfort of our circumstances we can find joy there. Believe me, the heat was miserable yesterday, but at least I was there with friends who love me and care for me. Even in the midst of the heat, we had a good time and were able to laugh our heads off!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471438-115316863843232543?l=lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/feeds/115316863843232543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471438&amp;postID=115316863843232543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/115316863843232543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/115316863843232543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/2006/07/sunday-afternoon.html' title='A Sunday Afternoon'/><author><name>Lyn-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658093011007241645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SMcwptrEBlI/AAAAAAAAAXU/UG_GKOzGEOI/S220/DLB_0050_D5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471438.post-115256720838927084</id><published>2006-07-10T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T11:32:12.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'd Rather...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6102/1808/1600/poolnoHISPI.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6102/1808/320/poolnoHISPI.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...be in South Padre Island, Texas where this picture was taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On July 28th I will be! I'm going to South Padre with my friend Natasha, but until then, I have to be here. The problem is, I see how good it looks to be in Padre and want to be there, but I can't skip the next 18 days to get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think much of life is the same way. We don't understand why we're &lt;em&gt;here&lt;/em&gt; instead of &lt;em&gt;there&lt;/em&gt;. We compile our lists of what we'd rather be...instead of what is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'd rather be a size __ than a size ___...&lt;br /&gt;2. I'd rather live in that house instead of this house...&lt;br /&gt;3. I'd rather eat this tonight instead of that...&lt;br /&gt;4. I'd rather work in that job than this job...&lt;br /&gt;5. I'd rather be married than single...&lt;br /&gt;6. I'd rather have a new pair of shoes than wear some old ones...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the list goes on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is enough? Much of life, I've discovered in my 26 years consists of learning how to be content with what you have been portioned and learning how to wait patiently. So while I'd rather be in South Padre, I have to wait until it comes. I must learn how to be content right here, right now. I can drive myslef crazy in the wait or I can rest in it. Either way, surely there is something the Lord will teach me or show me between now and July 28? I will have to wait for that too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, I truly want to be able to say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I'd rather be...here, because here is all I am promised."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471438-115256720838927084?l=lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/feeds/115256720838927084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471438&amp;postID=115256720838927084' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/115256720838927084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/115256720838927084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/2006/07/id-rather.html' title='I&apos;d Rather...'/><author><name>Lyn-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658093011007241645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SMcwptrEBlI/AAAAAAAAAXU/UG_GKOzGEOI/S220/DLB_0050_D5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471438.post-115230280401472733</id><published>2006-07-07T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T14:53:37.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Thirsty?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6102/1808/1600/diet-coke-unsharped.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="243" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6102/1808/320/diet-coke-unsharped.jpg" width="159" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a confession to make—I am addicted to Diet Coke. My addiction started three years ago, and I haven’t been able to shake the habit since. It’s gotten so bad that if I do not have one by noon, I will get a headache. So, everyday I go and get a fountain Diet Coke to get my fix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I enjoy my Diet Coke, one thing I have noticed when I get to the end of the drink is this—I’m still thirsty! Though pleasurable at the moment, the Diet Coke does not quench my thirst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So why is it whenever I know water will quench my thirst I turn to Diet Coke instead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the spiritual life for the Christian can be similar. We know nothing is able to quench our thirst like Christ, yet repeatedly we run in search of something else to fulfill our needs. We must honestly examine what fountain we are drinking from. What are you looking to or waiting on to quench your thirst?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the conversation between the Samaritan woman and Jesus at the well:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jesus answered, “Everyone who drinks this water will be thirsty again, but whoever drinks the water I give him will never thirst…The woman said to him, “Sir, give me this water so that I won’t get thirsty and have to keep coming here to draw water.” John 4:14-15 (NIV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn’t that they way you feel sometimes too? Are you like me and tired of having to keep drawing from a fountain which leaves you parched? Christ offers Himself as the Living Water, a Fountain which never runs dry. Other people or things may offer momentary relief, but it will never satisfy that which we truly thirst for, which is only found when we come to the Fountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My prayer for you and for me is that we would drink deeply from Christ with the promise He gives us to never be thirsty again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the meantime, does this mean I have to give up Diet Coke?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471438-115230280401472733?l=lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/feeds/115230280401472733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471438&amp;postID=115230280401472733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/115230280401472733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/115230280401472733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/2006/07/still-thirsty.html' title='Still Thirsty?'/><author><name>Lyn-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658093011007241645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SMcwptrEBlI/AAAAAAAAAXU/UG_GKOzGEOI/S220/DLB_0050_D5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471438.post-115195493226069345</id><published>2006-07-03T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T12:45:32.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bark of the Enemy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6102/1808/1600/03_06_barking_dog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6102/1808/320/03_06_barking_dog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I go walking in my neighborhood I take the same route. Whenever I walk by the house on the corner of my street, two dogs bark ferociously at me. The first several times it would startle me and I would jump in my skin! I cannot remember one time walking by there and the dogs not barking wildly at me. It does not startle me anymore though. In fact, I expect it. If they did not bark at me, I would think something was wrong with them. Afterall, they are dogs--and dogs bark!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was different though. As I walked by the house, they went to town barking their heads off at me as usual, but today I made a spiritual connection with the familiar barks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I believe Satan is much like those barking dogs.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satan, like those dogs does the same thing repeatedly to tempt us. Think about what is a temptation for you? Satan knows yours and my weaknesses, and these are the areas where he barks and growls at us. The first time he tempts you and he barks, it may startle you. The next time, you may jump, but eventually, you and I must come to a point in our spiritual lives where we can recognize the bark of the enemy. Better yet, we must come to an understanding of ourselves! The addage goes, "Every man should know his limitations." This is true, however, I believe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Every man should know his temptations.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having this knowledge allows one to be on guard for the schemes of the enemy. As I walk closer to the house on the corner, I prepare my mind and heart for the barking dogs. I know they may bark and growl at me behind the fence, but one thing now brings me comfort--&lt;em&gt;they cannot touch me!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend, that is great news! Satan will bark and he will growl. However, being a child of God automatically guarantees you and I protection from the enemy. We must remember everything belongs to our God-even Satan. So, get ready for the barking, but do not be surprised when it comes. Satan is cunning, but he does not operate outside of the sovereign will of our Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to encourage you to prepare your hearts and minds in order to discern the bark of the enemy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me." Psalm 23:4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471438-115195493226069345?l=lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/feeds/115195493226069345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471438&amp;postID=115195493226069345' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/115195493226069345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/115195493226069345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/2006/07/bark-of-enemy.html' title='The Bark of the Enemy'/><author><name>Lyn-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658093011007241645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SMcwptrEBlI/AAAAAAAAAXU/UG_GKOzGEOI/S220/DLB_0050_D5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471438.post-115152956216165567</id><published>2006-06-28T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T14:19:22.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep A Quiet Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6102/1808/1600/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6102/1808/320/untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Psalm 131&lt;a name="Ps 131:1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;131:1 O Lord, my heart is not proud,&lt;br /&gt;nor do I have a haughty look.&lt;br /&gt;I do not have great aspirations,&lt;br /&gt;or concern myself with things that are beyond me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="Ps 131:2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;131:2 Indeed I am composed and quiet,&lt;br /&gt;like a young child carried by its mother;&lt;br /&gt;I am content like the young child I carry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="Ps 131:3"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;131:3 O Israel, hope in the Lord&lt;br /&gt;now and forevermore!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471438-115152956216165567?l=lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/feeds/115152956216165567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471438&amp;postID=115152956216165567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/115152956216165567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/115152956216165567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/2006/06/keep-quiet-heart.html' title='Keep A Quiet Heart'/><author><name>Lyn-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658093011007241645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SMcwptrEBlI/AAAAAAAAAXU/UG_GKOzGEOI/S220/DLB_0050_D5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471438.post-115101303248628794</id><published>2006-06-22T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T14:50:32.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Symphony</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6102/1808/1600/2542390699.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6102/1808/320/2542390699.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I am doing something new and different. I am going to the Meyerson Symphony in Dallas. I have not considered myself a fan of classical music, nor of the symphony, but I think it will be fun to do something different and experience a change of scenary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend, Denashia, won 2 tickets on the radio and invited me to go with her. Isn't that sweet? So, we will get to go on this new adventure together to the symphony. I have secretly envied people who can play a musical instrument. If you think about it, truly music is amazing. How do all of those sounds come together and blend so beautifully?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the wedding last Saturday, the liturgical praise dancers danced to a song by Fred Hammond called, "You are My Symphony." It was a beautiful testimony of how God is the Orchestrator of our lives, blending everything in harmony, making a beautiful song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a conductor, God's invisible hand is moving, instructing things to go in a way which blend together in perfect harmony. Our job is to be seated and to follow His lead, trusting His guidance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight when I'm at the symphony, I'll be thinking of God in that way. I'm glad to be going, but I'm even more excited to have an excuse to get dressed up!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471438-115101303248628794?l=lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/feeds/115101303248628794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471438&amp;postID=115101303248628794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/115101303248628794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/115101303248628794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/2006/06/symphony.html' title='The Symphony'/><author><name>Lyn-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658093011007241645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SMcwptrEBlI/AAAAAAAAAXU/UG_GKOzGEOI/S220/DLB_0050_D5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471438.post-115075106118198348</id><published>2006-06-19T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T14:04:21.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bigger Picture</title><content type='html'>Well, the wedding bells have stopped ringing, the cake has been eaten, vows exchanged, the bouqet has been tossed (which, by the way I caught ), and I am happy to report there were no wardrobe malfunctions!  This is a picture here of me in the dress that almost had me breaking out into hives.  My friend with me is Natasha who sang a beautiful trio in the wedding.  &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6102/1808/1600/Bailey-Evans%20wedding-18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6102/1808/320/Bailey-Evans%20wedding-18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to believe the wedding is over.  Where does the time go?  It just seems like yesterday my two friends Jonathan and Kanika were engaged, and now they are husband and wife forever.  It truly was a beautiful, meaningful wedding.  Now they are on their way to their honeymoon destination!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got a chance on Friday after the dinner rehearsal to reflect upon the biblical meaning of marriage.  I must say, that is some deep stuff there.  Just think about it: marriage was the first institution created by God, and it is the longest lasting institution!  Adam and Eve were the first family of creation, and God has been uniting men and women together ever since!  Wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the New Testament believers are shown as the Bride of Christ, whom Christ will return to receive for Himself.  So, if you are single you are already a bride!  A marriage between a man and a woman is a physical representation of Christ's love for believers.  So that means the world should be able to look at Christian marriage and &lt;strong&gt;see&lt;/strong&gt; how God loves us! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wonder if that is what the world sees when it looks at Christian marriage?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I was brought to tears as I was reminded of what GREAT love the Father has for His Bride--&lt;em&gt;the Body of Christ&lt;/em&gt;.  It truly is amazing love; a love no one can comprehend.  However, I desire to better understand it, and to better give it, and exemplify it for others.  I cannot say I have ever been to a wedding that left me pondering about God's love for me and gave me a desire to know Him even more.  It truly was a worshipful experience because when I think about the great love the Lord  has for me, it produces a grateful heart, and in return leads me to want to worship!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, despite all of the drama leading up to the wedding in regard to the dress, God blessed my heart tremendously by showing me the bigger picture.  It's not about the dress, the flowers, or the reception.  Christian weddings are a commencement of two lives joining together as one, to manifest the beauty of Christ's love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471438-115075106118198348?l=lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/feeds/115075106118198348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471438&amp;postID=115075106118198348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/115075106118198348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/115075106118198348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/2006/06/bigger-picture.html' title='The Bigger Picture'/><author><name>Lyn-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658093011007241645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SMcwptrEBlI/AAAAAAAAAXU/UG_GKOzGEOI/S220/DLB_0050_D5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471438.post-115032167939257263</id><published>2006-06-14T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T14:16:56.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zipped Off!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6102/1808/1600/Casondra"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6102/1808/320/Casondra%27s_Pics_046.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q: Have you ever heard of a bridesmaid who got more stressed out than the bride?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;: &lt;strong&gt;M&lt;em&gt;e&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, that's right. I am a bridesmaid in a wedding on Saturday, and I have been a wreck! I have found myself stressed out over everything, most of which has been mundane, but last night something happened that put the icing on the well--wedding cake! (sorry I couldn't resist)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying on my beautiful, red satin dress last night and for some ungodly reason, the zipper got stuck and would not unzip. It was horrible. My mom and I were pulling on that zipper like we were in tug of war contest. Finally, after we broke a sweat, I decided we couldn't play that game all night and to just cut me out of the dress. So, my mom took a pair of scissors to the zipper and with one snip I was out, and with one snip my dress was officially ruined!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just a zipper. No big deal, right? Just put another one in there and it will be all good. I took my dress over to David's Bridal and they agreed to put one in for $80. I'm sorry, but that is just ridiculous! Perhaps what is even more ridiculous is that I started crying in the store. The tears hit me right as I was swipping my credit card and I realized I was paying almost as much to have a zipper put in as I paid for the entire dress!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm zipped off&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there are other things in this world that are much more crucial, for example, the situation in Darfur, world poverty, and the threat of terrorism. But $80 to replace a zipper? Come on, now! They know that's not right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet &amp;amp; still it amazes me how God knew this was going to happen. He knew I would be in this situation. It's not an accident, it was a part of His plan, and He says He works &lt;strong&gt;ALL&lt;/strong&gt; things together for good. Even a zipper gone bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told the story to a friend, and she e-mailed me back a great verse I had so easily forgotten in my time of being zipped off:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God." Philippians 4:6&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471438-115032167939257263?l=lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/feeds/115032167939257263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471438&amp;postID=115032167939257263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/115032167939257263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/115032167939257263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/2006/06/zipped-off.html' title='Zipped Off!'/><author><name>Lyn-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658093011007241645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SMcwptrEBlI/AAAAAAAAAXU/UG_GKOzGEOI/S220/DLB_0050_D5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471438.post-114988196802707425</id><published>2006-06-09T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T14:21:38.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I got published!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6102/1808/1600/7143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6102/1808/320/7143.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone worships something or someone. Whether it is a career, possessions or one's body, no one can escape it. I discovered one Sunday at church that I had begun to worship the music. You see, I attend a mega-church where the music is phenomenal every Sunday without miss, until one Sunday when the music director introduced a new song, and I became irritated. I thought to myself, “What is he thinking? We don’t sing this song!” I’m afraid within all of the debates concerning "praise and worship" music styles that we have forgotten to answer one important question: What is worship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My worship of the Father had become confined to one location (church), to one day (Sunday) and to one function (music). While music and singing are acceptable to God, this is only one facet of worship God desires from His children. Through study in the Scriptures, I believe God is looking for two kinds of worship: that which is expressed by our lips, and that which is expressed by our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Numerous Psalms command us to sing praises unto God, to bless His name and to speak well of the Father. This is our lip service. We worship the Father by declaring with our lips His goodness and faithfulness, because He truly is an awesome God. Our worship does not stop here though. Because He is good and faithful, how do these translate into our everyday lives? Consider Luke 4:8:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Worship the Lord your God and serve him only” (TNIV).In this verse the verbs "worship" and "serve" cannot be excluded from each other. Therefore, our lip service to God should reflect our life service to God. He not only deserves our adoration, but our very lives as an offering of service to be used by Him and for Him. Read the plea Paul gives believers in Romans 12:1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Therefore, I urge you, brothers and sisters, in view of God’s mercy, to offer your bodies as living sacrifices, holy and pleasing to God—this is your spiritual act of worship” (TNIV).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an image of a lifestyle of worship lived out daily in the life of the believer. Because we live and move and have our being in God (Acts 17:28), we can offer everything in our lives as a form of worship unto the Lord, whether it is taking care of an elderly relative, ministering out on the mission field or working in a job that is not all that exciting! So, the next time you are at church singing your favorite song (or not), worship the Father with your lips because He is worthy to be praised, but when you leave, make sure you are worshipping the Father with your life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471438-114988196802707425?l=lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/feeds/114988196802707425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471438&amp;postID=114988196802707425' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/114988196802707425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/114988196802707425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-got-published.html' title='I got published!'/><author><name>Lyn-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658093011007241645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SMcwptrEBlI/AAAAAAAAAXU/UG_GKOzGEOI/S220/DLB_0050_D5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471438.post-114962711391387655</id><published>2006-06-06T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T14:30:59.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blank Pages</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6102/1808/1600/28519_lrg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6102/1808/320/28519_lrg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I went to Barnes &amp;amp; Noble to buy a new journal. I have always kept a journal since I was a little girl. Although back in the day I called it my diary. I still have my &lt;em&gt;Dear Old Diaries&lt;/em&gt; too. It's funny to go back and read them and see my horrible handwriting when I was just learning cursive! I've grown much over the years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually pick a journal that has some pretty design on the front. This time, however, I picked a simple journal with nothing on the front except for the word: &lt;em&gt;Journal.&lt;/em&gt; I like it a lot and I think it is a refletion of my character and how I strive to live my life these days in &lt;em&gt;simplicity&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't started writing in it, but last night I was looking through it, and I wondered what words will fill these blank pages?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What will life bring? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What joys, what sorrows will these pages describe? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will there be tears from my face that drop to the pages as I write? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will there be tradgedy, triumph, and trials I will write about? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What will those blank pages reveal about the days to come?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have any of the answers to those questions. I will have to wait and see what will fill the blank pages of my journal. I take comfort in these words from the Lord:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Therefore, do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Matthew 6:34&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about you? Do you keep a journal? If so, what do you wonder about the blank pages of your journal?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471438-114962711391387655?l=lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/feeds/114962711391387655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471438&amp;postID=114962711391387655' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/114962711391387655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/114962711391387655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/2006/06/blank-pages.html' title='Blank Pages'/><author><name>Lyn-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658093011007241645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SMcwptrEBlI/AAAAAAAAAXU/UG_GKOzGEOI/S220/DLB_0050_D5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471438.post-114910911931087432</id><published>2006-05-31T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T14:49:35.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beyond Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6102/1808/1600/488957228.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6102/1808/320/488957228.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I got an e-mail from a friend in distress. She wanted me to be aware of something going on in her life. She also mentioned that she would love to hear back from me regarding the situation, but &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;after&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; she had had an opportunity to spend some quiet time with the Lord herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really appreciate her honesty and desire to hear God speak first into her situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, it was a display of who is her &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Source&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in her life. Sure, we all say, "God," but really, who do you and I go to first when we need some adivce, or when we need to talk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so easy to pick up the phone and call a friend when life hurts or things for us are bad. It takes obedience and &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;trust&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to go the Lord first&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Maybe things wouldn't seem so bad if we would talk to the Lord first?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As women, we sometimes like to offer up advice so quickly when sometimes people just need for us to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;listen.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I know I have often been convicted of doing that. One of my favorite quotes by Elisabeth Elliot is,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Not everything has to be said, and not everything has to be said by me."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy, we sure feel like we need to say it all and that it needs to be said by us or people just won't "get it." How silly! We cannot play "Holy Spirit, Jr." for folk! I have learned I need to let the Holy Spirit do what He was designed to do, which was to minister and comfort believers. Sure, we are called to do that as well, but I want to be sure to allow the Holy Spirit room to do His thing first!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm studying Job right now and man, is it painful...and I'm only on chapter 2! At this point, he has already lost all of his possessions, his children, and has been struck with an illness from head to toe. His 3 friends come to console him, and upon approaching him, they did not even recognize him from the scars of his illness. Can you imagine? What would you say to your friend if that happened to him or her? Guess what his 3 friends said? &lt;em&gt;Nothing&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Then they sat down with him on the ground for seven days and seven nights, yet no one spoke a word to him, for they saw that his pain was very great." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Job 2:13&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a sad, but beautiful picture of freindship. Sometimes our silence is what we should offer our friends and loved ones in their time of pain, while the Holy Spirit ministers peace and comfort beyond words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471438-114910911931087432?l=lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/feeds/114910911931087432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471438&amp;postID=114910911931087432' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/114910911931087432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/114910911931087432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/2006/05/beyond-words.html' title='Beyond Words'/><author><name>Lyn-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658093011007241645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SMcwptrEBlI/AAAAAAAAAXU/UG_GKOzGEOI/S220/DLB_0050_D5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471438.post-114867399523941202</id><published>2006-05-26T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T14:34:21.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Hot Mess</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6102/1808/1600/sun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6102/1808/320/sun.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe summer is officially here in Texas! It has been almost 100 degrees everyday this week, and you can see the heat coming off the pavement! The bad thing about Texas heat is that there isn't even a slight cool breeze...the air is just thick with heat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a &lt;strong&gt;hot&lt;/strong&gt; mess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was driving to work today, I noticed some people's yards are already starting to die from the heat. It's not even June yet! What makes matters worse is that we are on a water conservation plan, and can only water our yards 2 or 3 times a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the temperature begins to rise, so do people's attitudes...including mine! It is a well known fact that crime in Dallas increases in the summer, which is believed to be a result of the heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that a &lt;strong&gt;hot &lt;/strong&gt;mess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it that makes people get short-tempered when it is hot? I mean, what about people in Africa...do they just stay mad because it's always hot over there? Surely not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Considering that it stays hot in Texas until about October, I think I better resolve to just accept that it is hot, and not subject others to the wrath of my hottness!! I was thinking about what makes me or others get ugly when the temperature rises, and honestly, there is a deeper issue there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's called lack of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;self-control&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do believe that the Lord wants me, you, and every other believer to be controlled by the Holy Spirit. Galatians 5 says the fruit of the Spirit is: self-control. If I cannot control my attitude, regardless if it is 110 degrees outside, that is an area in my character where the fruit of self-control is a little...sour. We serve a God who will use anything to pull out, and showcase where you are not walking in the Spirit...even the Texas heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, that's a &lt;strong&gt;hot&lt;/strong&gt; mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the other 3 seasons of the year...I'm fine. It's jus something about the summer that does something to me. My friend Julie always says to me, &lt;em&gt;"God is more concerned about your holiness than your happiness." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In relating that to life, God does not always allow the circumstances of our life to feel like a cool, spring day. Sometimes He turns up the heat in our lives to see how we will respond. For example, how do you respond when:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You get a flat tire&lt;br /&gt;2. You lose your job.&lt;br /&gt;3. You get stuck in traffic.&lt;br /&gt;4. Your checking account is overdrawn.&lt;br /&gt;5. You look at your life and things aren't where you thought they would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I know how I respond to all of those things...I'm a &lt;strong&gt;hot &lt;/strong&gt;mess! Hopefully, I will mature in this area. I've got the whole summer to work on it! In the meantime, I'm going to try to stay cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471438-114867399523941202?l=lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/feeds/114867399523941202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471438&amp;postID=114867399523941202' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/114867399523941202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/114867399523941202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/2006/05/hot-mess.html' title='A Hot Mess'/><author><name>Lyn-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658093011007241645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SMcwptrEBlI/AAAAAAAAAXU/UG_GKOzGEOI/S220/DLB_0050_D5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471438.post-114850277149313882</id><published>2006-05-24T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T13:32:51.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of the Mouths of Babes...</title><content type='html'>My friend Beth has a son, Trevor, who is four years old. He was running around one day and fell and hurt his hand, or as he likes to call it, he got a "boo boo." Taking the opportunity to make the ocassion a "teachable moment," Beth was consoling her son,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Your'e ok, Jesus will take care of you, and make it feel better, and He will heal your hand." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trevor looked up at her with his adorable brown eyes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Yeah, and He's gonna have a wooden spoon in His hand?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it interesting that a four year old boy pictures Jesus with a wooden spoon in His hand? Of all the images, why that one? Sure, he's four years old, and we usually don't equate them being very theological, but after I thought about that...it is an interesting statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I don't think we as adults are much different than Trevor. I am not sure if we have a correct image of who Jesus is either. Whenever things are not going the way we want them to, sometimes we think, "God is punishing me." Or we may even have jacked up motives for serving God because we fear God will punish us if we don't perform up to His standard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think our image of God can be correlated with our experienc of God. Experience is great, and God invites us to "taste and see that the Lord is good." But there also must be some caution in this area, because God's character is not limited to our circumstances; it supercedes it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consider Job. In Job 1:1, he is described as "blameless, upright, fearing God and turning away from evil." Yet, Job experienced tremendous suffering, all brought upon him from God. Yes, that is correct, God brought about Job's suffering...for His name sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have come to a decision that either God is a liar or He's telling the truth. We get so used to hearing Romans 8:28 quoted, that sometimes it becomes a little mundane. But read it again, as if for the first time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"And we know that God causes all things to work together for &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;good&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; to those who love God, to those who are called according to His purpose."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise God! God works all things together for our &lt;strong&gt;good,&lt;/strong&gt; not for our &lt;strong&gt;punishment! &lt;/strong&gt;Let's stop imagining our Heavenly Father as a punisher with a wooden spoon in His hand, ready to beat us! He is the &lt;em&gt;Lamb&lt;/em&gt;, who was sacrifced in our place, so that we would not experience &lt;em&gt;eternal punishment, &lt;/em&gt;but&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;eternal life. I want to enjoy Jesus, not dread Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471438-114850277149313882?l=lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/feeds/114850277149313882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471438&amp;postID=114850277149313882' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/114850277149313882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/114850277149313882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/2006/05/out-of-mouths-of-babes.html' title='Out of the Mouths of Babes...'/><author><name>Lyn-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658093011007241645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SMcwptrEBlI/AAAAAAAAAXU/UG_GKOzGEOI/S220/DLB_0050_D5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471438.post-114826814975815431</id><published>2006-05-21T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T20:22:29.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Highway of Rememberance</title><content type='html'>I am officially finished with my first year of seminary, and I am so glad I have the summer to look forward to.  It was a great year and I learned so much, but I must say I am ready to relax for a little while.  This time last year, I didn't know if I would make it through the whole year.  I had no idea what this year would be like, nor did I have any idea how I would make it financially through the school year without a full time job.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I am amazed at how God made repeated provisions for me through the year.  I mean, He owns everything, yet I stand amazed at how my financial needs were met!  I found myself once again on bended knee asking of the Lord to provide a summer job for me so that I can save up for fall tuition.  For a minute there, I was starting to get worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept getting online, sending my resume out, e-mailing people, calling people, yet no one would call me back!  I was really getting discouraged and fear was beginning to set in, until I stopped myself and began to pray.  This is how my prayer went, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Lord, I'm not going to worry about finding a job.  I know you will provide for me.  But, Lord, I am asking boldly that I find a job that I can begin on May 22nd, and that is not south of 6-35 (a highway in Dallas)."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I prayed, I decided I was not going to worry.  Well, later that day I received a phone call from a company I had inquired about in early April.  They asked me to come in the next day to discuss the job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made my way over to the job site the next day, and as I drove up, I just  had to chuckle at the Lord!  From the office window I can see 6-35!  The office is located &lt;strong&gt;north&lt;/strong&gt; of the highway...10 yards from the highway!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, not only did the Lord answer my prayer by providing for me a job, but each day when I drive up I will be able to say I don't work south of 6-35!  That highway will serve as a rememberance for me that God listens to my prayers and cares for me!  Isn't that funny?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the Old Testament the Israelites had many physical memorials to remember God's faithfulness and provision.  Whether it be the Red Sea, the site of the Exodus, or Mt. Sinai, where God spoke to His people by the giving of the Ten Commandments, these sites and others were to call back to the attention of the Israelites the faithfulness of a God who was among them and cared deeply for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for me, He gave 6-35. If that huge slab of concrete highway could speak for the voice of God, I believe it would say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Trust me."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What things has God given you to recall of His faithfulness?  Think about those things and let them speak to you peace and rest of a Father who longs for His children to trust Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may be saying, I don't have any physical thing I can recall God's faithfulness for.  Yes, my friend, you do. An often quoted verse is John 3:16:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"For God so loved the &lt;strong&gt;world&lt;/strong&gt;, He gave His only begotten Son..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the Lord never gave me or you another thing on this earth, it would be enough because He gave His Son!  Jesus Christ's life and His death on the Cross serve as a symbol of God's love for the world.  Surely, the Cross cries out as well, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Trust me."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471438-114826814975815431?l=lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/feeds/114826814975815431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471438&amp;postID=114826814975815431' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/114826814975815431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/114826814975815431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/2006/05/highway-of-rememberance.html' title='Highway of Rememberance'/><author><name>Lyn-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658093011007241645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SMcwptrEBlI/AAAAAAAAAXU/UG_GKOzGEOI/S220/DLB_0050_D5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471438.post-114713324294796021</id><published>2006-05-08T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T17:07:24.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Downside of Seminary</title><content type='html'>Well, I cannot believe my first year of seminary is about to end.  I have a final Tuesday and one on Wednesday and I will officially be finished...for four days until I begin a mini-mester course that will last for one week!  I know, I am crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seminary has been amazing, and honestly, I never imagined I would enjoy it as much as I have.  I have fallen in love with God's Word and I leave amazed after every class, as the Scriptures have come alive for me in a new way.  I have learned that the Bible is not boring, it is not impossible to understand, but it does require dedication and thoughtful study.  More importantly, the Holy Spirit's job of illuminating the Scriptures is true...it does come to light for the believer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, there has been a downside to seminary.  I want to be sure to say that I am not complaining, but there have been some things that have been bummers this year.  The first downside has been the amount of time I have had to spend away from friends and family due to studying.  There have been COUNTLESS times I have had to sacrifice away from friends in order to study. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just this weekend I missed my friend's daughter's first birthday party.  I was very disappointed to miss it, but I had to study for finals.  I also had another friend who sang a solo at church on Sunday.  I missed it, and I wanted so badly to be there to support her.  I know everyone understands, but it has been hard to say "no" to so many things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a result, I have realized how lonely seminary can be.  I think this is because it is so demanding, and requires a lot of solemn study, that it can become lonely.  I have a deeper appreciation for community, and now I understand more why the Lord desires us to be in community with fellow believers.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We were created for companionship and for fellowship.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consider Adam in the garden before Eve was created by God.  Imagine how lonely he was as he walked through the garden with the animals, noticing that there was nothing similar to him.  God said, "It is not good for man to be alone," and thankfully created a companion for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of it all though, God has met my need and been a companion, a friend to me.  I have had some sweet fellowship with the Lord in my time of solace, which has been beneficial for me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize now there are downsides to all aspects of life; in all and every season.  Like my friend Priscilla says to me:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The grass is not greener on the other side, just another shade."  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How true!  One season is not better than the other, each brings with it its ups and downs.  I know this is where the Lord has appointed me to be in this season.  So, I have been trying to seek His face and hear His voice even in the silence of my study room!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sure am glad we serve a God who is able to work all things together for good...(Rmns 8:28); taking the downside of seminary and sweetening it with His presence and companionship.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471438-114713324294796021?l=lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/feeds/114713324294796021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471438&amp;postID=114713324294796021' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/114713324294796021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/114713324294796021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/2006/05/downside-of-seminary.html' title='The Downside of Seminary'/><author><name>Lyn-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658093011007241645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SMcwptrEBlI/AAAAAAAAAXU/UG_GKOzGEOI/S220/DLB_0050_D5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471438.post-114653834724543628</id><published>2006-05-01T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T19:52:27.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grateful for the Small Stuff...</title><content type='html'>During my morning walk in the neighborhood I discovered a new sound that brought a smile to my face and peace to my soul.  It was the sound of the wind blowing through the huge oak trees in my neighborhood.  As I listened, I noticed that it almost sounded identical to ocean waves brushing up on the shore.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times have I walked down the same street and heard the same sound but never noticed it; never appreciated it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think today was different because last night I was in a car accident that could have potentially been fatal.  I was driving down the street and as I came to a major intersection, a truck, attempting to turn left on a yield hit me.  The bumper came completely off and was on the other side of the road.  Thankfully, no one was hurt...I only suffered a couple of cuts and welps on my arm from the air bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's times like those that make you really appreciate life.  From loved ones, to having mobility of your body, to the sound of the wind through the trees... &lt;br /&gt;How easily we forget the small things of life that are a blessing.  How quickly it can all be taken away.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What are the small things in life you enjoy?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are the small things in life you take for granted?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I encourage you to find those things, enjoy them, thank God for them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471438-114653834724543628?l=lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/feeds/114653834724543628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471438&amp;postID=114653834724543628' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/114653834724543628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/114653834724543628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/2006/05/grateful-for-small-stuff.html' title='Grateful for the Small Stuff...'/><author><name>Lyn-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658093011007241645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SMcwptrEBlI/AAAAAAAAAXU/UG_GKOzGEOI/S220/DLB_0050_D5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471438.post-114558980717227010</id><published>2006-04-20T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T20:24:48.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Pruning</title><content type='html'>Are you a pack-rat? You know, the ones who keep everything-whether it be a receipt from 1992 or shopping bags from Wal-Mart and Bath &amp; Body Works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Come on...tell the truth, shame the devil!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year ago, I moved back home, and every since then, I have been driving my mom crazy by throwing things out little by little. We even had some heated arguments about wheter or not to throw out some items, but I didn't back down...she really did need to throw out some stuff! Though it almost started World War III, my mom finally admitted that throwing things away and clearing some room gave her a sense of freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we hang on to stuff that has no purpose in our lives? I mean, really...a receipt from 1992? Perhaps there are many reasons why we don't prune things out of our homes or cars:laziness, apathy, busyness. Whatever the reasons may be I think we can draw some spiritual applications from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone comes to Christ they become a new creature. In the process of sanctification, or spiritual growth, God begins to prune us from those things that are not like His Son, Jesus Christ. Take a look...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"He cuts off every branch in me that bears no fruit, while every branch that does bear fruit he prunes so that it will be even more fruitful." John 15:2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus' job is to prune those things of our character which are of no use that we may go on to bear fruit. One observation that can be made here is that this pruning process may be painful...but it reaps a reward!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe we serve a God who is interested in cutting away all of the unuseful areas of our lives...whether it be things of our character or the junk in our trunks!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are the things you need to prune in your character or in your home this spring?&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it a spirit of bitterness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is it a shelf full of books you have never read?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One man's trash is another man's treasure! Go through your home and honestly ask God to show you if you have use of different items or if someone else could be blessed by you passing them along. Now, don't go passing on dirty socks or anything...for example, maybe you have a set of stationary you no longer use-give it to someone else!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christ came that we may be free! This includes all areas of life. Free yourself from the clutter in your home &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; the clutter in your character. This spring do some pruning, whether it be freeing up some extra space in your closet, or freeing someone else from the forgiveness you need to extend to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some spring pruning ideas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Clean the trunk of your car&lt;br /&gt;2. Clean out the junk drawer in your bathroom or kitchen&lt;br /&gt;3. Get rid of old boxes in the garage&lt;br /&gt;4. Clean underneath your bed&lt;br /&gt;5. Clear off your office desk&lt;br /&gt;6. Give away old movies you don't watch anymore&lt;br /&gt;7. Clean out files&lt;br /&gt;8. Clear out clothes you no longer wear...pass them along!&lt;br /&gt;9. Go through your food pantry&lt;br /&gt;10. Throw out old magazines in your magazine rack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some character pruning ideas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Pray &amp;amp; ask the Holy Spirit to reveal those areas in you which need to be pruned&lt;br /&gt;2. Be sensitive to the Holy Spirit's voice to #1&lt;br /&gt;3. Read Scriture accounts of Jesus, noting His perfect character. Ask God to develop those in you.&lt;br /&gt;4. Ask your close friends or family members the areas in your life where you are weak...tell them to be gentle!&lt;br /&gt;5. Ask God for obedience to do that which He reveals to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy spring pruning to you and I!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471438-114558980717227010?l=lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/feeds/114558980717227010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471438&amp;postID=114558980717227010' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/114558980717227010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/114558980717227010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/2006/04/spring-pruning.html' title='Spring Pruning'/><author><name>Lyn-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658093011007241645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SMcwptrEBlI/AAAAAAAAAXU/UG_GKOzGEOI/S220/DLB_0050_D5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471438.post-114524273846768453</id><published>2006-04-16T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T21:14:43.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Easter Story</title><content type='html'>In the Christian faith, Easter should be a joyful celebration, even more so, in my opinion than Christmas because it signifies that our Messiah is risen, and behold, He lives!  I must admit there were a series of events that happened today which allowed me to take my focus off my risen Savior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all began with me waking up a little earlier than usual this Sunday because I knew it would be packed at church.  So, I rushed out of the house with my breakfast in hand, and I remember thinking to myself, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I didn't even take the time to greet Jesus this morning."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I drove into the packed parking lot, I sat in my car waiting for the first service attendees to leave.  I watched patiently with my blinker on as an adorable interracial family put their two little ones in their car seats and drive off.  As I was swinging my car around to park, I noticed a woman standing in the parking space motioning to me that she was saving the parking space.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rolled down my window and said, "Excuse me, ma'am?"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We're parking here, " she said, without looking me in the eye, while no other vehicle was in site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ma'am I've been waiting here for about 10 minutes for this parking space," I said in the nicest way I knew how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fine then...you can have it!" As she stomped off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow...Happy Easter!  Is that what we're concerned about?  A parking space?  I've seen people do that kind of nonsense at the mall during the Christmas season, but never at church.  Are our mega-churches of America beginning to take on the worldly characteristics of the parking lots of Wal-Mart and shopping malls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to not let that bother me for too long, I went inside and found my seat while visiting with fellow church members.  Then lo and behold...another distraction would be brought my way on this Easter morning.  My ex-boyfriend and his family, who lives out of town, came to worship at my church this morning, and in a sanctuary that seats 5,000 comfortably where do they sit?  Yep, you guessed it-directly behind me!  Now, there are no hard feelings, but I just prefer for them not to sit right up on me...ya know?  So now all I could think of was, "Wow...are you really going to let the people sitting behind you distract you from praising God for His Son?"  Well, the answer to that, my friends unfortunately was, "yes."  I just could not focus on Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that afternoon my mom asked me a simple question which would lead to a debate, and me feeling rotten because I over-reacted, which was probably a reaction to the events earlier in the day.  We're fine now, but it just sucks to get upset with the ones you love...Especially on a day with an emphasis on forgiveness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it peculiar what Satan will use to distract us from giving God our best?  &lt;br /&gt;Satan already knows he can't mess with my salvation, but he sure did do a good job at trying to steal my joy on the of occasion the resurrection of Our Lord!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am grateful to God though that despite the crazy events of today, I can wake up tomorrow and celebrate His resurrection just as if it were Easter Sunday!  In fact,  we should celebrate every day that the tomb was empty, and Jesus currently sits at the right hand of the Father interceding on behalf of me and you.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is alive, he's not dead, he's not asleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, while my Easter story was a rotten one, praise God that &lt;em&gt;His Easter story &lt;/em&gt;is a glorious one...to be celebrated every day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471438-114524273846768453?l=lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/feeds/114524273846768453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471438&amp;postID=114524273846768453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/114524273846768453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/114524273846768453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/2006/04/easter-story.html' title='An Easter Story'/><author><name>Lyn-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658093011007241645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SMcwptrEBlI/AAAAAAAAAXU/UG_GKOzGEOI/S220/DLB_0050_D5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471438.post-114342501817717008</id><published>2006-03-26T17:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T18:03:38.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting on Uncle Sam...</title><content type='html'>If you are like me, once your W2 form came in, you got right on to turbo tax to file your taxes.  I put in all of my information, and anxiously waited for my calculations for my tax return.  My worst nightmare would be to owe the IRS money...thankfully, Uncle Sam owes me this year.  However, my money still has not come in, and Uncle Sam is taking his sweet time, however, I have some bills that are desperately waiting to be paid, and won't be until Uncle Sam has made his delivery to my chekcing account!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matter of fact, I need to pay the rest of my Spring tuition by April 1 with that money.  I felt like breaking out into hives earlier today because that is in a couple of days!  But then I remembered something...I am not waiting on Uncle Sam,  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am waiting on the Lord...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, everything is spiritual.  We should strive to look at all things from a spiritual perspective rather than an earthly one.  I believe this is an opportunity for the Lord to teach me many spiritual lessons regarding His character...and maybe even a couple of things about my own character too!  (Like how I can be impatient.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout all of Scripture, especially in the Old Testament, God's lessons to the Israelites were centered around one thing: trust.  God repeatedly proved His trustworthiness to them, providing for their every need, even when they did not trust Him.  We serve the same God today who is begging for us to do one thing: trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm not waiting on Uncle Sam to deliver my tax refund...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not waiting on some man to declare his undying &lt;br /&gt;love for me and want me to be his wife...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not waiting on someone to hire me and give me the career of my dreams... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am waiting on the Lord, while He is waiting on me to trust Him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471438-114342501817717008?l=lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/feeds/114342501817717008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471438&amp;postID=114342501817717008' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/114342501817717008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/114342501817717008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/2006/03/waiting-on-uncle-sam.html' title='Waiting on Uncle Sam...'/><author><name>Lyn-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658093011007241645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SMcwptrEBlI/AAAAAAAAAXU/UG_GKOzGEOI/S220/DLB_0050_D5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471438.post-114177017338230964</id><published>2006-03-07T14:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T11:54:05.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's my Birthday!</title><content type='html'>March 7, 1980 at 3p.m. my mom gave birth to me in Albequerque, New Mexico. So, today that makes me 26 years old! I can hardly believe it, I am now officially in my late 20s. Time sure does fly by, and it seems just like yesterday I was celebrating my sweet 16. Much has happened, and much has changed in my life, but through it all, I look back on this day and see how God's right hand has kept me...for such a time as this. I am truly excited to see what God has in store for me, and I humbly am ready for the work He has set before me this 26th year of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day driving home I saw a bumper sticker on the car in front of me that read,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Don't need to be born again...my first birth was good enough."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't believe how cynical and mean-spirited that message was. In reality though, we live in a society that is very hardened against the Gospel of Jesus Christ. Many today do not recognize the depravity of their souls and desperate need for a Savior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while I am thankful for this day, March 7th, I am even more thankful for January 18, 1994. That was the day God wooed me into His presence and welcomed me into His family by giving me eternal life. I praise God for being born again because now He not only calls me His own, but He has a purpose and a plan for my life that will be used all for His glory!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471438-114177017338230964?l=lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/feeds/114177017338230964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471438&amp;postID=114177017338230964' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/114177017338230964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/114177017338230964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/2006/03/its-my-birthday.html' title='It&apos;s my Birthday!'/><author><name>Lyn-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658093011007241645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SMcwptrEBlI/AAAAAAAAAXU/UG_GKOzGEOI/S220/DLB_0050_D5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471438.post-114135354709544374</id><published>2006-03-02T18:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T18:39:07.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Psalm of Lament</title><content type='html'>On Monday I was having a horrible day!  I was just down, sad, and not understanding some things in my life.  That night I was doing an assignment for school.  Of all things, our professor asked us to write an original psalm of lament.  Initially I thought to myself, "Ok, I'm not David...how can I write a psalm?"  Well, I after studying a few of the lament psalms before writing my own, a common theme I found in the lament psalms were: honesty, transperancy with God, and ultimately a cofession of trust in the Lord.  I have such a greater appreciation for the lament psalms now, and I am so grateful that our Lord invites us to be honest with Him just like David!  I hope you will enjoy my original Psalm of Lament and that God would minister to you through it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Psalm of Lament&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O God, how long must I wait?&lt;br /&gt;Lord, how long until I see a change?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be gracious Father, my heart aches;&lt;br /&gt;Come near me for I am lonely;&lt;br /&gt;But You, O Lord, You are silent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear me, O Lord, hear my silent cries.&lt;br /&gt;Comfort me in my longing, for Your name’s sake.&lt;br /&gt;Restore me, I need Your mercy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hope fades even in the day light;&lt;br /&gt;I am blinded by my circumstances;&lt;br /&gt;I cry out for You to move;&lt;br /&gt;But You, O Lord, You are silent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be lifted up, O God!&lt;br /&gt;For You have already crushed the enemy.&lt;br /&gt;The Lord is Sovereign in all His ways.&lt;br /&gt;My tears have not escaped You;&lt;br /&gt;Your loyal love is a banner over me.&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“There are times when our hope despairs; &lt;br /&gt;those are times when our despair must learn to hope.” &lt;br /&gt;Martin Luther  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471438-114135354709544374?l=lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/feeds/114135354709544374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471438&amp;postID=114135354709544374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/114135354709544374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/114135354709544374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/2006/03/psalm-of-lament.html' title='A Psalm of Lament'/><author><name>Lyn-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658093011007241645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SMcwptrEBlI/AAAAAAAAAXU/UG_GKOzGEOI/S220/DLB_0050_D5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471438.post-113832660392795828</id><published>2006-01-26T17:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T17:53:12.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Women in Ministry</title><content type='html'>For centuries many women have faced challenges, discrimination, and even death all in pursuit to minister in the name of Jesus Christ.  Through the testimonies of trailblazers who have gone before us, I am encouraged and reminded that it is Jesus Christ Himself who has personally called all women to ministry, “for such a time as this” (Esther 4:14).  Nevertheless, women today will not be immune from some of the same challenges women faced in the past.  Perhaps one of the most pressing challenges women in ministry face today is linked to the role of women in ministry.  Unfortunately, many Christian men and women are still unclear on what women can or cannot do in ministry.  This one issue has enormous implications for the Body of Christ as it relates to bringing the lost into the kingdom of God, not allowing women to use their spiritual gifts, and thwarting the call and commandment given equally to women by Jesus Christ.     &lt;br /&gt; To gain an understanding of the role of women in ministry, one must first look into the Word of God.  As I began studying women of the Bible, I was encouraged and excited to learn how God has used many women in different ministry roles throughout scripture.  From examples of women of the Old to the New Testament, we today in ministry have a responsibility not to allow their legacies to become lost.  For it is by their examples, that we first have been able to understand our calling by the same Lord who called them.  &lt;br /&gt;I love the story in John 4 of the Samaritan woman at the well.  It was to this woman Christ first revealed that He was the Messiah.  In doing this, Jesus not only transcended racial and ethnic lines, but gender lines as well.  Upon hearing the news, verse 28 says she went into the city and “testified to the men” about the Messiah, and in verse 39, “From that city many of the Samaritans believed in Him because of the word of the woman who testified.”  Christ revealed Himself to this woman at the well first, and He has continued to reveal Himself to women to this present age.  Surely we have a role in ministry, which includes women ministering to men.  Like the woman at the well, women today must testify and tell others about the Christ revealed to them.&lt;br /&gt; Despite Christ’s affirmation for the role of women in ministry, there are still skeptics, and the question still remains, “How can we overcome this challenge?”  May I suggest another question we all should be asking, which is, “How then shall we as women minister?”  I believe we should be asking this question because the unfortunate truth is that there will always be challenges in ministry, regardless of gender.  Women do not need anyone else to affirm them for ministry; God has already given us His high mark of approval!  Therefore, we need to be asking the Lord, “How would you have me to minister?  How can I be used as your vessel?  How may I serve in your kingdom agenda?”  I sincerely believe it will be through humility that Christ will raise up women to be used by Him in ministry.  In Matthew 20:26-28 we learn from Christ that whoever wants to be become great must be a servant…and “just as the Son of Man did not come to be served, but to serve, and to give his life as a ransom for many.”  Christ is the standard, and Christ is the answer to overcome this challenge and the many other challenges women in ministry will face in the future.  The goal in overcoming the challenge of the role of women in ministry should be to avoid divisiveness within the Body by taking on humility.&lt;br /&gt;In Acts 1:8, Christ says that it will be by power of the Holy Spirit that we will be His witnesses…to the “remotest part of the earth.”  We shall overcome…but not by any works of ourselves, but by the work and ministry of the Holy Spirit.  It is my prayer that together, women and men in ministry would press forward under the one banner of Christ’s love and enablement of the Holy Spirit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471438-113832660392795828?l=lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/feeds/113832660392795828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471438&amp;postID=113832660392795828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/113832660392795828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471438/posts/default/113832660392795828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyn-z-4jesus.blogspot.com/2006/01/women-in-ministry.html' title='Women in Ministry'/><author><name>Lyn-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658093011007241645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZXJXUkajqk/SMcwptrEBlI/AAAAAAAAAXU/UG_GKOzGEOI/S220/DLB_0050_D5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
