<?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-6311676844299113533</id><updated>2011-07-30T12:11:40.232-07:00</updated><category term='UnionGospel Mission'/><category term='journals'/><category term='Sears'/><category term='trust'/><category term='pride'/><category term='grace'/><category term='death'/><category term='Pride and Prejudice'/><category term='Prince Caspian'/><category term='Dollar Tree'/><category term='new'/><category term='Narnia'/><category term='homeless'/><category term='footlongs'/><category term='photos'/><category term='help'/><category term='Job'/><category term='Lucy'/><category term='tragedy'/><category term='moleskine'/><category term='worship'/><category term='Bible'/><category term='beauty'/><category term='Jesus'/><category term='trial'/><category term='Ezekiel'/><category term='prayer'/><category term='friends'/><category term='door'/><category term='sin'/><category term='Sarah'/><category term='thunder storms'/><category term='creation'/><category term='idols'/><category term='malts'/><category term='wrath'/><category term='God'/><category term='stars'/><category term='automatic'/><category term='college'/><category term='prom dresses'/><category term='50&apos;s Grill'/><category term='pens'/><category term='Half Price Books'/><category term='blog'/><category term='life'/><category term='Christ'/><category term='posts'/><category term='subway'/><category term='Golden Nail'/><category term='fun'/><category term='love'/><title type='text'>Daily Life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://observe-life.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311676844299113533/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://observe-life.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Christi Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04332510469861067764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jrHt-Gu3m4s/SCN3EGT3dpI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/AWW1nOi5OxI/S220/daisy.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311676844299113533.post-1133885953282000364</id><published>2009-08-04T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T23:05:32.875-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bible'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='posts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new'/><title type='text'>New Blog!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I just created a new blog! Go check it out: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://myspiritualmeditations.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;http://myspiritualmeditations.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This does NOT mean I will cease posting on this site. I still plan to update this blog too, because my new one is just for things that pop into my head as I read my Bible. Questions I have. Observations I've noted. A couple prayers here and there. You get the idea. Hope you enjoy it!&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/6311676844299113533-1133885953282000364?l=observe-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://observe-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1133885953282000364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6311676844299113533&amp;postID=1133885953282000364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311676844299113533/posts/default/1133885953282000364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311676844299113533/posts/default/1133885953282000364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://observe-life.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-blog.html' title='New Blog!!'/><author><name>Christi Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04332510469861067764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jrHt-Gu3m4s/SCN3EGT3dpI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/AWW1nOi5OxI/S220/daisy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311676844299113533.post-4001886702582508260</id><published>2009-08-04T16:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T11:14:36.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Outings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My Uncle and Aunt stayed at our house for a few days before returning to Argentina--their mission field. We had a lot of fun bowling, eating pizza, playing mini-golf, cards, and more. Here's some pictures from our outings:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrHt-Gu3m4s/Snsa5Uq2ptI/AAAAAAAAAUg/1ou1xDGXvNQ/s1600-h/IMG_8578.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;float: left; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrHt-Gu3m4s/SnjDKgqE4WI/AAAAAAAAAT4/V2vRlaKz744/s1600-h/IMG_8573_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Brunswick Bowling!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="float:left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrHt-Gu3m4s/SnjDLSZN1-I/AAAAAAAAAUI/e3CTXERNmVw/s320/IMG_8576_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366253554695526370" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 230px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrHt-Gu3m4s/SnjDLJiKbsI/AAAAAAAAAUA/VG5NalXQuXQ/s1600-h/IMG_8569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrHt-Gu3m4s/SnjDLJiKbsI/AAAAAAAAAUA/VG5NalXQuXQ/s320/IMG_8569.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366253552317132482" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 198px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrHt-Gu3m4s/SnjDMAC4OsI/AAAAAAAAAUY/e0_GwtGHdhU/s320/IMG_8563.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366253566949866178" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Mom and Dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrHt-Gu3m4s/SnjDLy5b1mI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/Irn3hmVjaTs/s1600-h/IMG_8552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrHt-Gu3m4s/SnjDLy5b1mI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/Irn3hmVjaTs/s320/IMG_8552.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366253563420595810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;sisters!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrHt-Gu3m4s/SnjDLSZN1-I/AAAAAAAAAUI/e3CTXERNmVw/s1600-h/IMG_8576_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrHt-Gu3m4s/Snsa5Uq2ptI/AAAAAAAAAUg/1ou1xDGXvNQ/s320/IMG_8578.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366912953045395154" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 270px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Can you feel the love tonight?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Mini-Golf!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrHt-Gu3m4s/Snsa68HhwmI/AAAAAAAAAVA/D0rI-HIaOZU/s320/IMG_8595.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366912980814512738" style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrHt-Gu3m4s/Snsa6ckfb0I/AAAAAAAAAU4/O3h2_7_9F-o/s320/IMG_8597.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366912972346060610" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, fantasy; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia, -webkit-fantasy;color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia, -webkit-fantasy;color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, fantasy; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrHt-Gu3m4s/Snsa5kS_Z0I/AAAAAAAAAUo/n1C9MPHn4CU/s320/IMG_8589.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366912957240272706" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia, -webkit-fantasy;color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia, -webkit-fantasy;color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, fantasy; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrHt-Gu3m4s/Snsa58SdO2I/AAAAAAAAAUw/3ZVylYu2XXU/s320/IMG_8621.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366912963680484194" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia, -webkit-fantasy;color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311676844299113533-4001886702582508260?l=observe-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://observe-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4001886702582508260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6311676844299113533&amp;postID=4001886702582508260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311676844299113533/posts/default/4001886702582508260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311676844299113533/posts/default/4001886702582508260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://observe-life.blogspot.com/2009/08/family-outings.html' title='Family Outings'/><author><name>Christi Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04332510469861067764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jrHt-Gu3m4s/SCN3EGT3dpI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/AWW1nOi5OxI/S220/daisy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrHt-Gu3m4s/SnjDLSZN1-I/AAAAAAAAAUI/e3CTXERNmVw/s72-c/IMG_8576_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311676844299113533.post-1402923317566583715</id><published>2009-08-02T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T23:45:13.884-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Golden Nail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thunder storms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='50&apos;s Grill'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prom dresses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='malts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pride and Prejudice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dollar Tree'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sarah'/><title type='text'>Nails+Malts+Sarah=FUN!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial, -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;What do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twincities.citysearch.com/profile/37686789/minneapolis_mn/golden_nail.html?publisher=citysquares&amp;amp;reference_id=&amp;amp;placement=businessStandard"&gt;Golden Nail&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial, -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;, thunder storms, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sears.com/"&gt;Sears&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial, -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;, prom dresses, photo booths, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.reneeandsteve.com/50grill1.html"&gt;50's Grill&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial, -webkit-fantasy;"&gt; malts, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dollartree.com/home.jsp"&gt;Dollar Tree&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial, -webkit-fantasy;"&gt; make-up, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B000E1ZBGS/ref=pd_lpo_k2_dp_sr_1?pf_rd_p=304485901&amp;amp;pf_rd_s=lpo-top-stripe-1&amp;amp;pf_rd_t=201&amp;amp;pf_rd_i=B00005MP58&amp;amp;pf_rd_m=ATVPDKIKX0DER&amp;amp;pf_rd_r=0JV2JVP0T0CCSPMDEW08"&gt;Pride and Prejudice&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial, -webkit-fantasy;"&gt; all have in common?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial, -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A fun outing with Sarah Mayes!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This summer Sarah and I decided to get our nails done (for the first time ever) at Golden Nail. It was kind-of a late birthday gift/goodbye outing before I left for college. We had a ton of fun together and made a memory to cherish for a lifetime!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrHt-Gu3m4s/SnZt62-_2qI/AAAAAAAAASA/iO5uDVEB8KY/s320/IMG_8477.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365596864018111138" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;They're great! Give 'em a call.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrHt-Gu3m4s/SnZ9vRbPVCI/AAAAAAAAASo/BGIJ_kZLJlk/s320/IMG_8492.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365614257143501858" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia, fantasy;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrHt-Gu3m4s/SnZ__I9V4rI/AAAAAAAAASw/odWq21-n1L8/s1600-h/IMG_8481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrHt-Gu3m4s/SnZ__I9V4rI/AAAAAAAAASw/odWq21-n1L8/s320/IMG_8481.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365616728771781298" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Buffering the nails.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrHt-Gu3m4s/SnZ__kdYHiI/AAAAAAAAAS4/mmiQes8bWyM/s320/IMG_8497.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365616736153902626" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;One of the pretty prom dresses we saw while browsing the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?client=safari&amp;amp;oe=UTF-8&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;q=Brookdale+Mall&amp;amp;near=Minneapolis,+MN&amp;amp;fb=1&amp;amp;split=1&amp;amp;gl=us&amp;amp;view=text&amp;amp;ei=xYF2St-uLojE8ASY4YHKBQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;sll=45.019313,-93.292323&amp;amp;sspn=0.100396,0.067133&amp;amp;latlng=13096750775105347510&amp;amp;cd=4&amp;amp;usq=Brookdale+Mall"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Brookdale Mall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-family:Georgia, fantasy;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrHt-Gu3m4s/SnaCFBZ0d3I/AAAAAAAAATA/qLrte07ox1E/s320/IMG_8509.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365619028846212978" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, fantasy; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrHt-Gu3m4s/SnaGo_v_82I/AAAAAAAAATw/boY_oyL8npQ/s1600-h/IMG_8501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrHt-Gu3m4s/SnaGo_v_82I/AAAAAAAAATw/boY_oyL8npQ/s320/IMG_8501.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365624044924171106" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Drinking refreshing water while waiting for our malts at 50's Grill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-family:Georgia, fantasy;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrHt-Gu3m4s/SnaCF-nMMDI/AAAAAAAAATQ/VQr5VjM-4hE/s320/IMG_8524.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365619045276856370" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Notice the nails?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrHt-Gu3m4s/SnaCFQ8J9cI/AAAAAAAAATI/caNFVJE-g38/s320/IMG_8510.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365619033016759746" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Our yummy Turtle malts!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-family:Georgia, fantasy;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrHt-Gu3m4s/SnaE_GSUCZI/AAAAAAAAATY/wn4iljSD6_U/s320/IMG_8515.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365622225612573074" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Happy our malts arrived!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, fantasy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-family:Georgia, fantasy;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrHt-Gu3m4s/SnaE_mBoi9I/AAAAAAAAATg/4N-uL5gGf5E/s320/IMG_8517.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365622234132548562" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Doesn't it just make you wanna buy one right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia, fantasy;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrHt-Gu3m4s/SnaFAPKwqrI/AAAAAAAAATo/ip-pf-YE4Mk/s1600-h/IMG_8528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrHt-Gu3m4s/SnaFAPKwqrI/AAAAAAAAATo/ip-pf-YE4Mk/s320/IMG_8528.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365622245176683186" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 298px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A little whipped cream to top it off. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/6311676844299113533-1402923317566583715?l=observe-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://observe-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1402923317566583715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6311676844299113533&amp;postID=1402923317566583715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311676844299113533/posts/default/1402923317566583715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311676844299113533/posts/default/1402923317566583715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://observe-life.blogspot.com/2009/08/nailsmaltssarahfun.html' title='Nails+Malts+Sarah=FUN!!!'/><author><name>Christi Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04332510469861067764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jrHt-Gu3m4s/SCN3EGT3dpI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/AWW1nOi5OxI/S220/daisy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrHt-Gu3m4s/SnZt62-_2qI/AAAAAAAAASA/iO5uDVEB8KY/s72-c/IMG_8477.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311676844299113533.post-5884421804491932762</id><published>2009-06-19T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T16:16:05.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Hard, yet So True</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;So I haven't posted for quite some time now. Recently my life seems to be flying by at a crazy pace. Which stories should I record? Which are better left untold?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Looking back over the school year, I am so thankful. Thankful for the friends that God has put in my life. Thankful for His faithfulness to me....even though I am unfaithful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"The saying is trustworthy, for:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;If we have died with him, we will also live with him;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;if we endure, we will also reign with him; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;if we deny him, he also will deny us; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;if we are faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;less&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;, he remains faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;ful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;--for he cannot deny himself."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;~2 Timothy 2:1-13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;God has shown me that He is all I need. He is enough. The longings in my heart cannot be satisfied by guys, money, or possessions. They can only be satisfied by Jesus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;One thing I realized a couple days ago is how thankful I am that I stayed home this past school year. It has been one of the best decisions in my life. God has taught me so many things. Things that are preparing me for college. As many of you know I'm heading off to Ohio this coming school year to start my Sophomore year at Cedarville University. This is going to be a big change in my life and I am going to miss many many people, but somehow I feel content. I feel that this is where God wants me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Two words of wisdom I have learned:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;1. Daily prayer and Bible reading are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; important. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;-I know you have heard it many times before, but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; take this to heart. Life is so much easier to live when Jesus is at the center. When your gaze is fixed on Him. And the only way to get to know Him better and to grow deeper in your relationship with Him is to talk to Him and listen to Him. Talk to God through prayer, and listen to Him through His Word. He will listen, and He will speak for He is faithful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"Oh how I love your law!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;It is my meditation all the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;...How sweet are your words to my taste,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;sweeter than honey to my mouth!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Through your precepts I get understanding;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;therefore I hate every false way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Your word is a lamp to my feet and a light to my path."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;~Psalm 119: 97, 103-105&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;2. Don't try to fill the longings and desires in your heart with anyone/anything but Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;-No matter how much you think it will satisfy, it won't. The ultimate boyfriend/girlfriend will eventually let you down at some point.  The best friends won't always be there for you. We're human. It's what we do. We mess up. Your possessions could disappear in a moment....and besides, they get old after a while. Money can't buy everything--love being one of them. Seriously, the only one who will never let you down, will always be there for you, will never grow old, and will love you unconditionally is JESUS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"Be strong and courageous. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Do not fear or be in dread of them, for it is the LORD your God who goes with you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;He will not leave you or forsake you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;~Deuteronomy 31:6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Your Broken, Forgiven, and Loved Sister,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Christi Joy&lt;/span&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/6311676844299113533-5884421804491932762?l=observe-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://observe-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5884421804491932762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6311676844299113533&amp;postID=5884421804491932762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311676844299113533/posts/default/5884421804491932762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311676844299113533/posts/default/5884421804491932762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://observe-life.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-hard-yet-so-true.html' title='So Hard, yet So True'/><author><name>Christi Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04332510469861067764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jrHt-Gu3m4s/SCN3EGT3dpI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/AWW1nOi5OxI/S220/daisy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311676844299113533.post-6044477418626399718</id><published>2009-04-18T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T23:42:18.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Roller Coaster</title><content type='html'>Up. Down. Up. Down.&lt;div&gt;I'm searching.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Searching for lasting peace and joy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Up. Down. Up. Down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm thankful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thankful for a God who understands and cares.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311676844299113533-6044477418626399718?l=observe-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://observe-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6044477418626399718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6311676844299113533&amp;postID=6044477418626399718' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311676844299113533/posts/default/6044477418626399718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311676844299113533/posts/default/6044477418626399718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://observe-life.blogspot.com/2009/04/roller-coaster.html' title='Roller Coaster'/><author><name>Christi Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04332510469861067764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jrHt-Gu3m4s/SCN3EGT3dpI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/AWW1nOi5OxI/S220/daisy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311676844299113533.post-3525877954630793010</id><published>2009-03-14T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T22:01:48.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Child-like</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: collapse;   font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Two women. Hand-in-hand. Now girls. Standing together in a green meadow. The tall grass bending and swaying as the breath of God swirled through it. Joy. Pure joy. The sun shone down upon the girls basking in its warmth. They began to run, and skip gaily through the wild flowers and meadow grass still holding hands. Butterflies flitted nearby. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Woosh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The girls were enveloped by the breath of God. Laughter--sweet and uncontrollable--gurgled from their lips. They lay down under a tree by a nearby brooke. Still giggling. Unable to contain the joy inside. Slowly the laughter died and peace filled them. Peace that passes all understanding. As they gazed up into the bright, blue, sunny sky they could see the face of God smiling down upon them. He whispered to each, "I love you. I will never let you go. You are my children. I have called you each by name." His voice was like the rushing of many waters. Soft like a gentle breeze. Their hearts rejoiced at the sound of His voice. Their anxious thoughts stilled. After soaking in the glorious moment, the two girls walked hand-in-hand back through the tall grass to the center of the meadow. They turned and faced each other. Vowing to tell everyone they met about this wonderful place. The two girls, now women, embraced each other and parted ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"Truly, I say to you, unless you turn and become like children you will never enter the kingdom of heaven." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;-Matthew 18:3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;"For where two or three are gathered in my name, there am I among them." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;-Matthew 18:20&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311676844299113533-3525877954630793010?l=observe-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://observe-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3525877954630793010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6311676844299113533&amp;postID=3525877954630793010' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311676844299113533/posts/default/3525877954630793010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311676844299113533/posts/default/3525877954630793010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://observe-life.blogspot.com/2009/03/child-like-two-women.html' title='Child-like'/><author><name>Christi Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04332510469861067764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jrHt-Gu3m4s/SCN3EGT3dpI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/AWW1nOi5OxI/S220/daisy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311676844299113533.post-2246987514884677297</id><published>2009-03-08T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T17:14:25.511-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Perfect Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: collapse;   font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;--written on November 30, 2006 (age: 16)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt; She ran around in a frenzy. No one knew. No one would understand. Finally she collapsed under a tree from exhaustion. She screamed at the top of her lungs, but no one could hear her. She stood up and pounded her fists into the tree, but that only yielded scraped and bloody hands. She sat back down and began to cry. Long, hard, heart-wrenching sobs. The tears streamed down her face. Eventually she fell into a fitful sleep, and dreamed a dream:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;     She found herself in a beautiful place. Everything was calm and peaceful. In a way, it seemed oddly familiar. Although she knew she had never been there before. She gazed around at her surroundings. She was sitting underneath a big oak tree with a clear, bubbling brook running past it. Many different kinds of birds perched in the tree top and sang wonderful melodies. Squirrels chased each other nearby, and various flowers bloomed throughout the green, velvety grass. The sound of the water gurgling over the rocks made her thirsty so she stood up and walked over to the brook to get a drink. She gasped once she saw her reflection in the water. Her face was swollen and red from crying. Quickly, she washed her face. Then she drank the cold, refreshing water. When she had quenched her thirst, she looked up and saw a man standing off in the distance. He too looked familiar. She quietly drew near to him. He saw her coming and smiled It was the most beautiful smile she had ever seen. When she arrived at his side, he told her, "I will never leave you, or forsake you. I have called you by name. You are mine." His voice was friendly and wonderful to listen to. Her heart leaped for joy when she heard it. He continued, "I know and understand all things. I have listened to your screams, and have felt your tears. Do not worry about tomorrow. I will take care of you. I will help you through all your trials. I know how you feel. I too have been through many trials. Be strong and courageous. Do not be terrified or discouraged, because I will be with you wherever you go. I will watch over you and protect you. Go in peace."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;     She awoke and rubbed her eyes. They were hot and puffy from crying. Then she remembered her dream. It had been a wonderful, peaceful dream in the midst of her chaos. She felt a peace that could only come from God. She knew that her heart was resting in His hands. She stood up and walked away to go find her Bible and pray.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311676844299113533-2246987514884677297?l=observe-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://observe-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2246987514884677297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6311676844299113533&amp;postID=2246987514884677297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311676844299113533/posts/default/2246987514884677297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311676844299113533/posts/default/2246987514884677297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://observe-life.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title='The Perfect Dream'/><author><name>Christi Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04332510469861067764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jrHt-Gu3m4s/SCN3EGT3dpI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/AWW1nOi5OxI/S220/daisy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311676844299113533.post-1869325778565402696</id><published>2009-02-02T15:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T15:46:49.614-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Decipher these verses and you may yet decipher me....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;You adulterous people! Do you not know that friendship with the world is enmity with God? Therefore &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;whoever wishes to be a friend of the world makes himself an enemy of God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Or do you suppose it is to no purpose that the Scripture says, "He yearns jealously over the spirit that he as made to dwell in us"? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;But he gives more grace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Therefore it says, "God opposes the proud, but gives grace to the humble." Submit yourselves therefore to God. Resist the devil, and he will flee from you. Draw near to God, and he will draw near to you. (James 4:4-8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For sin will have no dominion over you since you are not under law but under grace. What then? Are we to sin because we are not under law but under grace? By no means! But now that you have been set free from sin and have become slaves of God, the fruit you get leads to sanctification and its end, eternal life. (Romans 6:14-15, 22)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the word of the LORD the heavens were made, and by the breath of his mouth all their host. He gathers the waters of the sea as a heap; he puts the deeps in storehouses. Let all the earth fear the LORD; let all the inhabitants of the world stand in awe of him! For he spoke, and it came to be; he commanded, and it stood firm. (Psalm 33:6-9)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the year that king Uzziah died, I saw the Lord sitting upon a throne, high and lifted up; and the train of his robe filled the temple. Above him stood the seraphim. Each had six wings: with two he covered his face, and with two he covered his feet, and with two he flew. And one called to another and said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Holy, holy, holy is the LORD of hosts;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the whole earth is full of his glory!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And the foundations of the thresholds shook at the voice of him who called, and the house was filled with smoke. And I said: "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Woe is me! For I am lost; for I am a man of unclean lips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and I dwell in the midst of a people of unclean lips; for my eyes have seen the King, the LORD of hosts!" Then one of the seraphim flew to me, having in his hand a burning coal that he had taken with tongs from the altar. And he touched my mouth and said: "Behold, this has touched your lips; your guilt is taken away, and your sin atoned for. And I heard the voice of the Lord saying, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Whom shall I send, and who will go for us?" Then I said, "Here am I! Send me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; And he said, "Go, and say to this people:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"'Keep on hearing, but do not understand;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;keep on seeing, but do not perceive.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Make the heart of this people dull,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and their ears heavy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and blind their eyes;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;lest they see with their eyes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and hear with their ears,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and understand with their hearts,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and turn and be healed."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then I said, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"How long, O Lord?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; And he said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Until cities lie waste without inhabitant,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and houses without people,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and the land is a desolate waste,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and the LORD removes people far away,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and the forsaken places are many in the midst of the land.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And though a tenth remain in it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it will be burned again,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;like a terebinth or an oak,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;whose stump remains when it is felled."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The holy seed is its stump. (Isaiah 6)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;For the LORD spoke thus to me with his strong hand upon me, and warned me &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not to walk in the way of this people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, saying: "Do not call conspiracy all that this people calls conspiracy, and do not fear what they fear, nor be in dread. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But the LORD of hosts, him you shall regard as holy. Let him be your fear, and let him be your dread. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And he will become a sanctuary and a stone of offense and a rock of stumbling to both houses of Israel, a trap and a snare to the inhabitants of Jerusalem. And many shall stumble on it. They shall fall and be broken; they shall be snared and taken." Bind up the testimony; seal the teaching among my disciples.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I will wait for the LORD, who is hiding his face from the house of Jacob, and I will hope in him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (Isaiah 8:11-17)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;For to us a child is born, to us a son is given; and the government shall be upon his shoulder, and his name shall be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace. (Isaiah 9:6)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So flee youthful passions and pursue righteousness, faith, love, and peace, along with those who call on the Lord from a pure heart. Have nothing to do with foolish, ignorant controversies; you know that they breed quarrels. And the Lord's servant must not be quarrelsome but kind to everyone, able to teach, patiently enduring evil, correcting his opponents with gentleness. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;God may perhaps grant them repentance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;leading to a knowledge of the truth, and they may escape from the snare of the devil, after being captured by him to do his will. (2 Timothy 2:22-26)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blessed is the one whose transgression is forgiven, whose sin is covered. Blessed is the man against whom the LORD counts no iniquity, and in whose spirit there is no deceit. I acknowledged my sin to you, and I did not cover my iniquity; I said, "I will confess my transgressions to the LORD,"and you forgave the iniquity of my sin. (Psalm 32:1-2, 5)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In you, O LORD, do i take refuge; let me never be put to shame; in your righteousness deliver me! Incline your ear to me; rescue me speedily! Be a rock of refuge for me, a strong fortress to save me! For you are my rock and my fortress; and for your name's sake you lead me and guide me; you take me out of the net they have hidden for me, for you are my refuge. Into your hand I commit my spirit; you have redeemed me, O LORD, faithful God. I hate those who pay regard to worthless idols, but I trust in the LORD. I will rejoice and be glad in your steadfast love, because you have seen my affliction; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you have known the distress of my soul, and you have not delivered me into the hand of the enemy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;; you have set my feet in a broad place. (Psalm 31:1-8)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be acceptable in your sight, O LORD, my rock and my redeemer. (Psalm 19:14)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311676844299113533-1869325778565402696?l=observe-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://observe-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1869325778565402696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6311676844299113533&amp;postID=1869325778565402696' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311676844299113533/posts/default/1869325778565402696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311676844299113533/posts/default/1869325778565402696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://observe-life.blogspot.com/2009/02/decipher-these-verses-and-you-may-yet.html' title='Decipher these verses and you may yet decipher me....'/><author><name>Christi Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04332510469861067764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jrHt-Gu3m4s/SCN3EGT3dpI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/AWW1nOi5OxI/S220/daisy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311676844299113533.post-4795807945900604837</id><published>2009-01-11T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T22:05:11.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflecting like the Moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn1.google.com/images?q=tbn:lMZ1l35t8bhvhM:http://www.quietwaterastronomy.com/Yellow%2520Moon%2520web.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 145px; height: 135px;" src="http://tbn1.google.com/images?q=tbn:lMZ1l35t8bhvhM:http://www.quietwaterastronomy.com/Yellow%2520Moon%2520web.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I don't know if you saw the moon tonight, but it was amazing. As I drove down the highway, the moon loomed straight ahead of me–large, round, and golden. I love looking at the moon on nights like this. When it appears big and yellow, the moon reminds me so much more of the sun than when it is just a tiny, white sliver.  But the moon is still only a small glimpse of the magnificent sun. Tonight, as I gazed at the moon, a thought struck me. I want to be like the moon. The moon only looks beautiful because it reflects the light from the sun. In the same way, I desire to reflect the light of Jesus. I want people to see God's light shining through me. Without the sun, the moon would be nothing. And without the Son, I would be nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I love you more than the sun and the stars that I taught how to shine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;You are mine and you shine for me too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I love you yesterday, and today, and tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'll say it again and again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I love you more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311676844299113533-4795807945900604837?l=observe-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://observe-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4795807945900604837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6311676844299113533&amp;postID=4795807945900604837' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311676844299113533/posts/default/4795807945900604837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311676844299113533/posts/default/4795807945900604837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://observe-life.blogspot.com/2009/01/reflecting-like-moon.html' title='Reflecting like the Moon'/><author><name>Christi Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04332510469861067764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jrHt-Gu3m4s/SCN3EGT3dpI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/AWW1nOi5OxI/S220/daisy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311676844299113533.post-7567412699510276665</id><published>2008-12-25T18:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T13:19:01.528-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trust'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prince Caspian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lucy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Narnia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.libertyfilmfestival.com/libertas/wp-content/uploads/2008/05/princecaspian_aslan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 216px;" src="http://www.libertyfilmfestival.com/libertas/wp-content/uploads/2008/05/princecaspian_aslan.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished watching &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Narnia: Prince Caspian &lt;/span&gt;with my family tonight. I really enjoyed it. I love reading and watching the Narnia series because I love how C.S. Lewis portrays Aslan. Aslan can be so gentle, yet he is certainly not a tame lion. During the movie, I was struck by how much Lucy was in love with Aslan. She was able to see him before any of her siblings could. I think part of the reason for that was because she was looking for him. And the when she met him again for the first time in over a year she said, "I've missed you so much, Aslan." Also at the end of the movie when it was time for her to leave Narnia, Lucy looked back at Aslan with sadness in her eyes. She couldn't bear to leave him. He, in return, gazed back at her with soft, understanding. He knew what she was feeling, and yet he also knew that it was time for her to depart for the time being. Lucy trusted Aslan so much. And that trust enabled her to step through the doorway and leave him behind.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jesus will never leave us or forsake us. He knows the depths of our hearts and has our best in mind. He loves us so much that He chose to come to earth—to be born in a lowly manger—and die for us. He restrained His power and let men pierce Him with nails and erect Him, naked, on a tree for the world to see. He purposed all this to save us from our sins and His righteous wrath.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 368px;" src="http://filmgrenade.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/04/lucy.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"See what kind of love the Father has given to us, that we should be called children of God; and so we are." (I John 3:1)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"In this is love, not that we have loved God but that he loved us and sent his Son to be the propitiation for our sins." (I John 4:10)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So often I forget how much Jesus loves me. I need to be more like Lucy: hating to be parted from Jesus; always wanting to be near Him. Missing Him when I forget to do my devotions. Longing to see Him face to face; longing for His return.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this Christmas season I encourage you to continue to seek Christ. To long for His return. And to meditate on what He has done for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking to my perfect Savior.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christi Joy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311676844299113533-7567412699510276665?l=observe-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://observe-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7567412699510276665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6311676844299113533&amp;postID=7567412699510276665' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311676844299113533/posts/default/7567412699510276665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311676844299113533/posts/default/7567412699510276665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://observe-life.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-just-finished-watching-narnia-prince.html' title=''/><author><name>Christi Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04332510469861067764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jrHt-Gu3m4s/SCN3EGT3dpI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/AWW1nOi5OxI/S220/daisy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311676844299113533.post-7258006489219515939</id><published>2008-12-14T14:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T19:39:54.435-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Personalized Gift Cards</title><content type='html'>So I thought of a really cool idea the other day...and I think that this might finally be an idea that has NOT been invented yet. It seems like every time I think of a cool idea, it has already been invented. But this time I think I may have actually come up with an original idea.&lt;div&gt;Okay. So you know how there are personalized credit cards out there now? The ones where you can have one of your own pictures as the background? Well, I was thinking that there should be such a thing as a personalized &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gift card&lt;/span&gt;. Somehow (whether it be online or at a kiosk) there should be a way to make your own personal gift card. A gift card with a hand chosen picture on the front and maybe even a short message. That way when you give the card to a friend it will seem more like an actual gift instead of just a card with money on it. It will show that you care enough to put some time into their gift instead of just quickly picking out some random, pre-printed card. I don't know how easy it would be to create such a thing....but it sure would be cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh. And if you know of a place where you can create your own personalized gift card, please let me know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311676844299113533-7258006489219515939?l=observe-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://observe-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7258006489219515939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6311676844299113533&amp;postID=7258006489219515939' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311676844299113533/posts/default/7258006489219515939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311676844299113533/posts/default/7258006489219515939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://observe-life.blogspot.com/2008/12/personalized-gift-cards.html' title='Personalized Gift Cards'/><author><name>Christi Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04332510469861067764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jrHt-Gu3m4s/SCN3EGT3dpI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/AWW1nOi5OxI/S220/daisy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311676844299113533.post-3620313874708062884</id><published>2008-12-08T21:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:38:41.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice at wrongdoing, but rejoices with the truth. Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I Corinthians 13:4-7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;When I read these verses, I realize how much I fall short. I am not perfect by ANY means (just in case some of you maybe thought i was...I am now publicly declaring that I am not perfect :P). I am so self-centered. I want things to go my way, and I become impatient and irritable when they don't (the exact opposite of love). I don't want to serve others; I want them to serve me. Yet, at the same time, I know that Jesus wants me to be patient. To serve others. To be understanding. I want to do what's right, but sometimes I do the exact opposite. It's like what the apostle Paul wrote in Romans 7:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"I do not understand my own actions. For I do not do what I want, but I do the very thing I hate." (verse 15)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;and again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"For I know that nothing good dwells in me, that is in my flesh. For I have the desire to do what is right, but not the ability to carry it out. For I do not do the good I want, but the evil I do not want is what I keep on doing. Now if I do what I do not want it is no longer I who do it, but sin that dwells within me." (verses 18-20)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Jesus is continually at work in me. He is continuing to perfect me until His second coming. And although it is an agonizingly slow process, God has a lot to teach me on the way. It reminds me of that one song that goes like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"He's still working on me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;To make me what I oughta be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;It took Him just three days to make the moon and stars,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The Sun and the Earth and Jupiter and Mars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;How loving and faithful He must be,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;'Cause He's still working on me!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;My love for others will never even be CLOSE to perfect until I reach heaven. But just remember that God's love for us will ALWAYS be perfect. No matter how much we mess up, He will always be there loving us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Keep your focus on Jesus and He will guide you through each day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Christi Joy&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/6311676844299113533-3620313874708062884?l=observe-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://observe-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3620313874708062884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6311676844299113533&amp;postID=3620313874708062884' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311676844299113533/posts/default/3620313874708062884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311676844299113533/posts/default/3620313874708062884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://observe-life.blogspot.com/2008/12/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Christi Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04332510469861067764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jrHt-Gu3m4s/SCN3EGT3dpI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/AWW1nOi5OxI/S220/daisy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311676844299113533.post-5588717500746158492</id><published>2008-11-25T16:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T16:25:09.702-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Retail</title><content type='html'>Working in retail is a great experience. You get to interact with lots of different people, and sometimes you can even get to know the regulars. :) Today I had this cute old couple come to my checkout lane. The store wasn't very busy then, so I was able to talk to them for quite a while. They were both pretty talkative and the husband kept interrupting his wife to crack jokes...she didn't seem to mind. When the wife had to sign her name on the pin pad, the sun was in her eyes and she mentioned how it would be so much easier to sign if the sun wasn't right there. When her husband heard this, he walked in front of her to block the sun. He asked, "Is that better?" and his wife replied, "Yes, thank you. I knew I brought you along for a good reason." Then the man turned to me and said, "Well, hey. I got a nice razor out of the deal so I'm happy." They went on to tell me about how they didn't really shop that much because their daughter did most of their shopping for them. But today they had a 15% off coupon so they thought they might as well come in. Then the wife said to her husband, "And since I saved all that money today, I'm going to take you out to lunch." The husband then looked at me with a surprised yet pleased look, "I didn't know lunch was included in the deal!" Yes. It was very cute. That's how I hope it will be like with my husband and me someday. Grow old together. Joke together. Go on dates together. And always care for each other. :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, the most crazy day in retail is coming up this week. Black Friday. I start work at 3am. Kohl's opens at 4am. But I get off at 11am (and that's still 8 hours!). I'm sure it will be one of the most interesting days of my life... I might even let you know how it goes. ;) But seriously. Pray that I won't get sick this week, because I feel like I'm coming down with a cold right now..and being sick isn't an option.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God bless you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christi Joy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311676844299113533-5588717500746158492?l=observe-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://observe-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5588717500746158492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6311676844299113533&amp;postID=5588717500746158492' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311676844299113533/posts/default/5588717500746158492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311676844299113533/posts/default/5588717500746158492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://observe-life.blogspot.com/2008/11/retail.html' title='Retail'/><author><name>Christi Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04332510469861067764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jrHt-Gu3m4s/SCN3EGT3dpI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/AWW1nOi5OxI/S220/daisy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311676844299113533.post-6572901911391086257</id><published>2008-11-10T11:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T12:10:20.847-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='idols'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wrath'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ezekiel'/><title type='text'>Devotions in Ezekiel</title><content type='html'>So a couple days ago I read chapters four through eight in the book of Ezekiel. The continuous theme was that God was going to punish the nation of Israel for their idolatry and then they would know that He was God. It says over and over, "Then you will know that I am the LORD." And the reason God was punishing the Israelites was because He was jealous: &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Thus shall my anger spend itself, and I will vent my fury upon them and satisfy myself. And they shall know that I am the LORD–that I have spoken in my jealousy–when I spend my fury upon them." ~Ezekiel 5:13&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;God is jealous for his people's affections–as He should be. It is a righteous jealousy. Just like a husband should be jealous for his wife's affections. God also says that the few who survive His punishment will repent:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"then those of you who escape will remember me among the nations where they are carried captive, how I have been broken over their whoring heart that has departed from me and over their eyes that go whoring after their idols. And they will be loathsome in their own sight for the evils that they have committed, for all their abominations. And they shall know that I am the LORD." ~Ezekiel 6:9-10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;God also shows how money will not save His people in that day:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Their silver and gold are not able to deliver them in the day of the wrath of the LORD. They cannot satisfy their hunger or fill their stomachs with it. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For it was the stumbling block of their iniquity&lt;/span&gt;." ~Ezekiel 7:19&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Having a lot of money is not necessarily a good thing. In fact, many times it is the source of a lot of our problems. These chapters in Ezekiel show that God takes our idolatry seriously. It may seem like we are getting away with it for awhile, but his judgment will come. And I, for one, really do not want to face God's judgment...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311676844299113533-6572901911391086257?l=observe-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://observe-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6572901911391086257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6311676844299113533&amp;postID=6572901911391086257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311676844299113533/posts/default/6572901911391086257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311676844299113533/posts/default/6572901911391086257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://observe-life.blogspot.com/2008/11/devotions-in-ezekiel.html' title='Devotions in Ezekiel'/><author><name>Christi Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04332510469861067764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jrHt-Gu3m4s/SCN3EGT3dpI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/AWW1nOi5OxI/S220/daisy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311676844299113533.post-1083026111700667304</id><published>2008-10-07T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T22:03:54.069-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moleskine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Half Price Books'/><title type='text'>Paper and Pens</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;There's something about me and journals that just click. A few days ago as I wandered into Target with my mom I remembered that I had recently finished  my last journal. Soon my footsteps could be heard entering the notebook aisle and preceding towards the journals. Just entering aisles that have paper bound together or pens hanging on hooks makes me happy. I don't know why but seeing all those blank pages ready to be conquered with a pen (or pencil) creates a stirring within me. When i arrived at the journals I  began to inspect each one carefully. I wanted one with many pages, not wide ruled, didn't want the binding to break, couldn't be too cheesy, etc. After carefully selecting one of the many available journals, I checked the price. $8.48. Hmmm... Is that too much to pay for a journal? Let's ask mi madre. After conversing a while with my mother, I concluded that it &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; too expensive for a journal and that I should check out the journals at Half Price Books first...&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;As I walked through the door, the lovely smell of used books greeted my nostrils. I noticed a sign on the door that read "Help Wanted." My mom quickly directed me to the section labeled journals. At first glance we thought only the bottom shelf contained journals. But as we peered closer at the bookshelf, we realized that each shelf held a variety of journals. I stood speachless. The selection here was about twice as big as Target's. I began to pull one journal out after another. $5.98. $4.98. $6.98. Even the big journals weren't that expensive. "I feel like I'm in Heaven," I whispered. One problem with a big selection is that it takes four times as long to make a decision...for me, that is. Finally, after much painful deliberation I chose my journal. I chose a large one with that was spiral bound even though I was against the spiral ones at the beginning. I also bought a lined moleskine for only $4.98! I reasoned that if the spirals bothered me too much, I could always switch over to the moleskine. So far I have not had the need to use the moleskine yet because I am very contented with my large journal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311676844299113533-1083026111700667304?l=observe-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://observe-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1083026111700667304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6311676844299113533&amp;postID=1083026111700667304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311676844299113533/posts/default/1083026111700667304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311676844299113533/posts/default/1083026111700667304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://observe-life.blogspot.com/2008/10/paper-and-pens.html' title='Paper and Pens'/><author><name>Christi Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04332510469861067764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jrHt-Gu3m4s/SCN3EGT3dpI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/AWW1nOi5OxI/S220/daisy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311676844299113533.post-1069449019246195448</id><published>2008-09-11T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T10:07:58.135-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='footlongs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='subway'/><title type='text'>Subway</title><content type='html'>Last Sunday after the church service, my little brother Josh inquired if our family could eat out at subway for lunch. The ensuing conversation became quite complicated and ended in a very funny manner.&lt;br /&gt;JOSH: Mom, can we go to subway?&lt;br /&gt;MOM: No, Josh, because it would cost about $40.&lt;br /&gt;JOSH: No it wouldn't. It would only cost $20 dollars 'cause footlongs are only $5 each. And you and I could split one.&lt;br /&gt;MOM: I don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;CHRISTI: Yah. It'd be $20 'cause it would be $15 for Dad, John, and me and then $5 more dollars for you and Josh.&lt;br /&gt;MOM: What?&lt;br /&gt;JOHN: Okay. Dad would get a footlong for $5; Christi would get a footlong for $5 (that equals $10); I would get a footlong for $5 (that equals $15); and then you and Josh would split a footlong for $5, so altogether it would come to $20.&lt;br /&gt;MOM: Oh.... Are you sure that the footlongs are only $5 each?&lt;br /&gt;And right after that question escaped my mother's lips, we drove up beside a bus with this subway advertisement on the side:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.subwayofredlands.com/images/5EDV.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.subwayofredlands.com/images/5EDV.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is that our van was filled with laughter for quite some time after that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Owner/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311676844299113533-1069449019246195448?l=observe-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://observe-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1069449019246195448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6311676844299113533&amp;postID=1069449019246195448' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311676844299113533/posts/default/1069449019246195448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311676844299113533/posts/default/1069449019246195448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://observe-life.blogspot.com/2008/09/subway.html' title='Subway'/><author><name>Christi Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04332510469861067764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jrHt-Gu3m4s/SCN3EGT3dpI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/AWW1nOi5OxI/S220/daisy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311676844299113533.post-2223905108425097768</id><published>2008-08-31T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T18:08:07.569-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrHt-Gu3m4s/SLs0Yo8GcAI/AAAAAAAAAMg/thAIXpF5_YI/s1600-h/friends-collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrHt-Gu3m4s/SLs0Yo8GcAI/AAAAAAAAAMg/thAIXpF5_YI/s320/friends-collage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240840189286707202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I know some of my friends are blogging about their new experiences with college life. They recount fond memories with their families and friends. Write about how much they miss them and how they wish they were back home. And I also know that I don't have nearly as much change going on in my life right now as they do in theirs...but even though I'm staying home this year it doesn't mean that my life will still be the same. I miss my friends so much. I keep thinking of all the fun times we've had together and now they're gone. Now things will never be the same. I think that in the unconsciousness of my mind I thought that if I just stayed home and tried to keep as much of my life the same as possible it would feel as though nothing has changed. But that is not the case. In fact, I now find myself wishing I was going to college this year. Wishing I could change my life a lot. Wishing my life wasn't close to the same yet so far. Wishing I was busy so I wouldn't have time to miss my friends. It's almost worse just staying home. Yes, the nice thing is that I still have my family close and all the familiarity. But I have all that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;without &lt;/span&gt;my friends.  Now I can't just do a sleepover last minute with my girl friends, or go hang out at Applebees after a Sup 'n Stuff. I can't go grab a Chipotle burrito quickly before traveling to the airport. It feels like they all deserted me (although I know that isn't true). At least if I had moved away I could keep imagining that upon my return home everything would switch back to normal..even though normal really doesn't exist anymore. I agree with Gabby and Abraham that sometimes it seems like it would be easier if we could just mold our lives how we want them to turn out. But really, that statement is totally false. If we could design our lives they would turn out a complete mess. God is the only one who knows the future, so He is the only one who is able to perfectly orchestrate my life. At least now if things don't seem to be going right from my perspective, I can rest—knowing God is  planning everything out for my good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I leave you with a couple verses that Pastor John emphasized in his sermon today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Do nothing from rivalry or conceit, but in humility count others more significant than yourselves. Let each of you look not only to his own interests, but also to the interests of others."&lt;br /&gt;Philippians 2:3-4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311676844299113533-2223905108425097768?l=observe-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://observe-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2223905108425097768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6311676844299113533&amp;postID=2223905108425097768' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311676844299113533/posts/default/2223905108425097768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311676844299113533/posts/default/2223905108425097768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://observe-life.blogspot.com/2008/08/so-i-know-some-of-my-friends-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Christi Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04332510469861067764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jrHt-Gu3m4s/SCN3EGT3dpI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/AWW1nOi5OxI/S220/daisy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrHt-Gu3m4s/SLs0Yo8GcAI/AAAAAAAAAMg/thAIXpF5_YI/s72-c/friends-collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311676844299113533.post-4149884247359376782</id><published>2008-08-20T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T22:44:11.221-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creation'/><title type='text'>O Lord, You're Beautiful!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Your face is all I seek.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For when your eyes are on this child,&lt;br /&gt;Your grace abounds to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrHt-Gu3m4s/SKz1Tih0vxI/AAAAAAAAALY/o5-pVaCemIc/s1600-h/IMG_5040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 280px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrHt-Gu3m4s/SKz1Tih0vxI/AAAAAAAAALY/o5-pVaCemIc/s320/IMG_5040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236830182760038162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrHt-Gu3m4s/SKz7Y3lhNAI/AAAAAAAAAMY/tEvtHpfoBAg/s1600-h/IMG_5053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 177px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrHt-Gu3m4s/SKz7Y3lhNAI/AAAAAAAAAMY/tEvtHpfoBAg/s320/IMG_5053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236836871381791746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;God is the greatest artist ever. His creation is magnificent. When I pause to soak in the splendor around me, I feel as though I catch a small glimpse of the mind and character of Christ. He could have made the earth dull and boring...but that wouldn't reflect His nature. God is majestic and exciting. Beautiful and caring. Mysterious and powerful. Every part of His creation reveals one of His many attributes. Everything points to the Creator. We, as humans, also reflect our Maker because we have been fashioned in His image. As Christians, we are to be ambassadors for Christ—proclaiming the Good News to everyone we meet. I fall so short in this area. It's easy to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;talk &lt;/span&gt;about sharing the gospel with others, but when it actually comes down to it, it's not so easy (at least for me). I wish it were not so. I wish I were more bold in sharing the Gospel. At the last Sup 'n Stuff Kempton said, "Whatever tastes the best to you, you will talk about the most. Period." What "tastes" best to me right now? I wish I&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrHt-Gu3m4s/SKz5faQuiTI/AAAAAAAAAMA/TOekwJLNJdI/s1600-h/IMG_5041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrHt-Gu3m4s/SKz5faQuiTI/AAAAAAAAAMA/TOekwJLNJdI/s320/IMG_5041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236834784745785650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; could wholeheartedly answer, "Jesus!" But it seems as though so many other things compete for my affections...&lt;br /&gt;Father, please make the things of this world grow strangely dim in the light of your glory and grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How can I keep from singing your praise?&lt;br /&gt;How can I ever say enough?&lt;br /&gt;How amazing is your love!&lt;br /&gt;How can I keep from shouting your name?&lt;br /&gt;I know I am loved by the King,&lt;br /&gt;And it makes my heart want to sing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311676844299113533-4149884247359376782?l=observe-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://observe-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4149884247359376782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6311676844299113533&amp;postID=4149884247359376782' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311676844299113533/posts/default/4149884247359376782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311676844299113533/posts/default/4149884247359376782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://observe-life.blogspot.com/2008/08/o-lord-youre-beautiful.html' title='O Lord, You&apos;re Beautiful!'/><author><name>Christi Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04332510469861067764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jrHt-Gu3m4s/SCN3EGT3dpI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/AWW1nOi5OxI/S220/daisy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrHt-Gu3m4s/SKz1Tih0vxI/AAAAAAAAALY/o5-pVaCemIc/s72-c/IMG_5040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311676844299113533.post-3186603240343858637</id><published>2008-08-16T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T13:56:11.376-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pride'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Praying out loud in a large group scares me because I'm afraid of what people will think. I'm afraid my prayer won't be good enough, or that it will sound stupid. Really, though, that is just my pride getting in the way. Besides, I should be praying to God and not worrying what everyone else will think of me. God's opinion should be the only one that matters..but sadly that is not always the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrHt-Gu3m4s/SKc-CJqa3yI/AAAAAAAAALE/JtFy-pNWdtg/s1600-h/candle.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 192px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrHt-Gu3m4s/SKc-CJqa3yI/AAAAAAAAALE/JtFy-pNWdtg/s320/candle.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235221298515992354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Give me one pure and holy passion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Give me one magnificent obsession&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Jesus give me one glorious ambition for my life&lt;br /&gt;To know and follow hard after You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311676844299113533-3186603240343858637?l=observe-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://observe-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3186603240343858637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6311676844299113533&amp;postID=3186603240343858637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311676844299113533/posts/default/3186603240343858637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311676844299113533/posts/default/3186603240343858637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://observe-life.blogspot.com/2008/08/praying-out-loud-in-large-group-scares.html' title=''/><author><name>Christi Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04332510469861067764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jrHt-Gu3m4s/SCN3EGT3dpI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/AWW1nOi5OxI/S220/daisy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrHt-Gu3m4s/SKc-CJqa3yI/AAAAAAAAALE/JtFy-pNWdtg/s72-c/candle.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311676844299113533.post-1608068559686926154</id><published>2008-08-14T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T12:56:38.169-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Job'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='worship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trial'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tragedy'/><title type='text'>Worshiping God in the Midst of Tragedy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrHt-Gu3m4s/SKSLJlTWqiI/AAAAAAAAAKk/f3Ik0GS8vn4/s1600-h/landscape_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 163px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrHt-Gu3m4s/SKSLJlTWqiI/AAAAAAAAAKk/f3Ik0GS8vn4/s320/landscape_1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234461663659731490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;One night for my devotions I read Job chapter one. In verse one it says that Job was "blameless and upright, one who feared God and turned away from evil." I want to be like that. I want people to say that I am blameless and upright, someone who fears God and turns from evil. Also, towards the end of the chapter, servants of Job came to him and one right after the other told him of a tragedy that had just befallen his possessions. The last servant told him that all of his children were just killed in a wind storm. And Job's response? How does a blameless and upright man respond to these tidings? Verses twenty and twenty-one say, "Then Job arose and tore his robe and shaved his head and fell on the ground and worshiped." What?! He worshiped? After everything that had just happened to him? Wow. He goes on to say, "' Naked I came from my mother's womb, and naked I shall return. The LORD gave, and the LORD has &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrHt-Gu3m4s/SKSNbBdp6wI/AAAAAAAAAK0/NQGl9uOxiok/s1600-h/landscape_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrHt-Gu3m4s/SKSNbBdp6wI/AAAAAAAAAK0/NQGl9uOxiok/s320/landscape_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234464162300160770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;taken away; blessed be the name of the LORD.' In all this Job did not sin or charge God with wrong." That is the kind of response I want to have when I encounter tragedy. If Job can worship God after all his earthly possessions are destroyed, I should certainly be able to worship God in the midst of my small trials.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311676844299113533-1608068559686926154?l=observe-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://observe-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1608068559686926154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6311676844299113533&amp;postID=1608068559686926154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311676844299113533/posts/default/1608068559686926154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311676844299113533/posts/default/1608068559686926154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://observe-life.blogspot.com/2008/08/worshiping-god-in-midst-of-tragedy.html' title='Worshiping God in the Midst of Tragedy'/><author><name>Christi Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04332510469861067764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jrHt-Gu3m4s/SCN3EGT3dpI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/AWW1nOi5OxI/S220/daisy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrHt-Gu3m4s/SKSLJlTWqiI/AAAAAAAAAKk/f3Ik0GS8vn4/s72-c/landscape_1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311676844299113533.post-8763405552240623500</id><published>2008-07-05T15:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T15:31:08.545-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday, as I gazed up into the night sky, a magnificant sight met my eyes. Thousands upon thousands of glittering stars shone down upon me unobstructed by city lights. It was as if God had sprinkled tiny diamonds all across the heavens. Thinking about the universe just blows my mind. Seeing a scale of the earth compared to the other planets and stars makes me realize just how small I really am. I am truely insignificant. Yet, God choose to send his Son to earth for the purpose of cleansing me from my sin. Jesus came to die for me. What wonderous love is this? Truely HE is worthy of my praise!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311676844299113533-8763405552240623500?l=observe-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://observe-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8763405552240623500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6311676844299113533&amp;postID=8763405552240623500' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311676844299113533/posts/default/8763405552240623500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311676844299113533/posts/default/8763405552240623500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://observe-life.blogspot.com/2008/07/yesterday-as-i-gazed-up-into-night-sky.html' title=''/><author><name>Christi Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04332510469861067764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jrHt-Gu3m4s/SCN3EGT3dpI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/AWW1nOi5OxI/S220/daisy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311676844299113533.post-524989601633540952</id><published>2008-07-01T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T22:00:47.860-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trust'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrHt-Gu3m4s/SGsHnizYjRI/AAAAAAAAAKU/QmCApcgqTCw/s1600-h/goat_resized.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 154px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrHt-Gu3m4s/SGsHnizYjRI/AAAAAAAAAKU/QmCApcgqTCw/s320/goat_resized.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218272969177468178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TRUST&lt;/span&gt;. It sounds simple enough, right? I mean, c'mon, it's only five letters long. It can't be that complicated. Wrong! Somehow trust always seems to elude me. It does &lt;span&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; come naturally. Instead of trusting God's perfect plan for my life, I continually try to control my own future. But guess what? I'll let you in on a little secret...no matter how hard I try, I will never be able to change my future. Ever. God has already planned it all out for me. Trust isn't easy. It's a scary adventure. But it is an adventure that God has called me on; and one that He will help me through. If I love and abide in Jesus Christ, everything will work together for my good just as He has promised. Right now I just need to focus on Christ and let Him work through me. He knows best...even if I can't always see it. My life is in His hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How deep the Father's love for us,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; How vast beyond all measure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrHt-Gu3m4s/SGsILlAuSiI/AAAAAAAAAKc/_ciXjKN6SBM/s1600-h/kitty_resized.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 208px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrHt-Gu3m4s/SGsILlAuSiI/AAAAAAAAAKc/_ciXjKN6SBM/s320/kitty_resized.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218273588245580322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That He should give His only Son&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To make a wretch His treasure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my sin that held Him there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Until it was accomplished&lt;br /&gt;His dying breath has brought me life&lt;br /&gt;I know that it is finished&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why should I gain from His reward?&lt;br /&gt;I cannot give an answer&lt;br /&gt;But this I know with all my heart&lt;br /&gt;His wounds have paid my ransom &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/6311676844299113533-524989601633540952?l=observe-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://observe-life.blogspot.com/feeds/524989601633540952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6311676844299113533&amp;postID=524989601633540952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311676844299113533/posts/default/524989601633540952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311676844299113533/posts/default/524989601633540952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://observe-life.blogspot.com/2008/07/trust.html' title=''/><author><name>Christi Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04332510469861067764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jrHt-Gu3m4s/SCN3EGT3dpI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/AWW1nOi5OxI/S220/daisy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrHt-Gu3m4s/SGsHnizYjRI/AAAAAAAAAKU/QmCApcgqTCw/s72-c/goat_resized.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311676844299113533.post-2363827916545341433</id><published>2008-05-09T14:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T14:58:21.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Do you ever have those days where you feel like screaming at the top of your lungs because of school and family stress but you know that if you did, every0one would think you've gone insane? Really, though, you're the only sane person and everyone else around you is going insane. Or so it seems. And have you ever noticed  that grumpy moods are contagious? When one member of your family is in a grumpy mood, it seems to permeate the whole house. Pretty soon everyone has lost their patience, and you can almost feel tenseness radiating from each person. This is when our real character is revealed. We can try to put a pretty little mask over all our imperfections, but at some point the mask just seems to explode. Everyone of us is born with a sinful nature. That is why we so desperately need the grace of God. He is the only one who can wash us white as snow by his blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrHt-Gu3m4s/SCTIvTraDwI/AAAAAAAAAKM/hsh1a5ODcCY/s1600-h/IMG_2701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 141px; height: 105px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrHt-Gu3m4s/SCTIvTraDwI/AAAAAAAAAKM/hsh1a5ODcCY/s320/IMG_2701.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198500584954138370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"Jesus paid it all,&lt;br /&gt;All to Him I owe;&lt;br /&gt;Sin had left a crimson stain,&lt;br /&gt;He washed it white as snow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311676844299113533-2363827916545341433?l=observe-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://observe-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2363827916545341433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6311676844299113533&amp;postID=2363827916545341433' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311676844299113533/posts/default/2363827916545341433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311676844299113533/posts/default/2363827916545341433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://observe-life.blogspot.com/2008/05/do-you-ever-have-those-days-where-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Christi Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04332510469861067764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jrHt-Gu3m4s/SCN3EGT3dpI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/AWW1nOi5OxI/S220/daisy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrHt-Gu3m4s/SCTIvTraDwI/AAAAAAAAAKM/hsh1a5ODcCY/s72-c/IMG_2701.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311676844299113533.post-9030449089539698412</id><published>2008-05-06T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T19:59:59.209-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trust'/><title type='text'>Trust</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrHt-Gu3m4s/SCNmBWT3dmI/AAAAAAAAAJg/GisVqWSNARw/s1600-h/IMG_2696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 178px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrHt-Gu3m4s/SCNmBWT3dmI/AAAAAAAAAJg/GisVqWSNARw/s320/IMG_2696.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198110568270493282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'Tis so sweet to trust in Jesus,&lt;br /&gt;And to take Him at His word;&lt;br /&gt;Just to rest upon His promise,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And to know, "Thus saith the Lord."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, Jesus how I trust Him;&lt;br /&gt;How I've proved Him o'er and o'er.&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, Jesus, precious Jesus;&lt;br /&gt;Oh for grace to trust Him more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As a child I didn't question why things happened. I didn't worry. I just trusted. Trusted in my Heavenly Father. I knew, with my child-like faith, that He would take care of me and everything would turn out all right. Isn't that what he says he'll do? He cares for the birds of the air and the flowers of the field, so how much more must he care about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a teenager, though, I started to question things—wishing my life was different, hoping my future would be better. Perfect, in fact. My trust started to dwindle. I still knew what God had promised, but in my heart I wasn't so sure I believed it. I knew I should believe it, but that didn't make me believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is why God has called us to become like children in order to enter his kingdom. We need to put aside all our adult worries about life and the unknown future, and instead come to Jesus with a simple, childhood trust. We need to rest upon his promises. He will never leave us or forsake us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrHt-Gu3m4s/SCNnXGT3dnI/AAAAAAAAAJo/DPym37B8soY/s1600-h/tulips.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 162px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrHt-Gu3m4s/SCNnXGT3dnI/AAAAAAAAAJo/DPym37B8soY/s320/tulips.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198112041444275826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeremiah 29:11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For I know the plans I have for you, declares the LORD, plans for wholeness and not for evil, to give you a future and a hope. Then you will call upon me and come and pray to me, and I will hear you. You will seek me and find me. When you seek me with all your heart, I will be found by you, declares the LORD."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/6311676844299113533-9030449089539698412?l=observe-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://observe-life.blogspot.com/feeds/9030449089539698412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6311676844299113533&amp;postID=9030449089539698412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311676844299113533/posts/default/9030449089539698412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311676844299113533/posts/default/9030449089539698412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://observe-life.blogspot.com/2008/05/trust.html' title='Trust'/><author><name>Christi Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04332510469861067764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jrHt-Gu3m4s/SCN3EGT3dpI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/AWW1nOi5OxI/S220/daisy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrHt-Gu3m4s/SCNmBWT3dmI/AAAAAAAAAJg/GisVqWSNARw/s72-c/IMG_2696.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311676844299113533.post-4078599317645327330</id><published>2008-04-29T16:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T09:46:17.824-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UnionGospel Mission'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='help'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homeless'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus'/><title type='text'>Union Gospel Mission</title><content type='html'>I think that many times its a lot easier for me to give up my money than my time. My life in twenty-first century American culture can get extremely busy at times. Trying to juggle devotions, school, sports, church, and friends isn't always easy. It seems as though some days I never have a quiet moment to just sit down and relax. So to give some more of my time up to help others out is a lot harder than dropping a couple of coins in a jar.&lt;br /&gt;Every Sunday and Wednesday, my youth group supports the homeless men at the Union Gospel Mission (a.k.a. UGM) by passing around a container for the students to drop their extra change in. The theory is that if every high schooler contributes twenty-five cents each, we can keep the program going. So far, it's worked. Once a month, people gather in our church kitchen to help prepare bag lunches—consisting of a meat and cheese sandwich, crackers, and a couple cookies—which we then distribute to the men at the UGM.&lt;br /&gt;Even though I contributed twenty-five cents every once in a while to the UGM, I had never actually spent the time to help make and pass out the lunches. This past Sunday, though, I finally decided to help out. Not because I particularly wanted to (although I was a little curious), but because I needed to do a project for school—one where I had to help others out and then write a paper on my experiences.&lt;br /&gt;I can now stand before you and say that my experience was well worth the effort. When I showed up in the church kitchen at 3:00 that Sunday afternoon, I didn't know anyone my age. Nevertheless, I stayed and helped prepare about 150 bag lunches. Then I traveled with the rest of the group (about fourteen people in all) to the Union Gospel Mission in St. Paul. Once at the mission, we unloaded all the lunches and carted them into the mission's kitchen. Along with the lunches, we had also brought some grapes and bananas. We arranged the lunches and fruit so that when the men came filing in, they could grab a lunch, some fruit, and finally a styrofoam cup to either fill with water or punch. We also laid out some free tracks for anyone to take.&lt;br /&gt;Dinner began at 5:30, so at 4:00 we took about a half an hour to sing a couple songs and listen to a devotional led by Andrew. Then, at 5:30, we again entered the kitchen and handed out the various items we had brought to the men filing through the line. My job was to hand out the styrofoam cups and also let the men know that the tracks in front of me were free.&lt;br /&gt;Towards 6:30 (when dinner ended), we ran out of lunches. So we distributed the rest of the fruit, and then started some conversations with the men still left in the dining room. I was able to talk with three men and also give them a track. At 6:30, we cleaned up and headed back to church.&lt;br /&gt;Driving back home, I realized that I had met some new people, conversed with homeless men about the Bible, and helped feed the needy. God used that experience to grow my faith in Him. He got me out of my comfort zone. Brought me into a situation where all I could do was trust Him. I now feel a burden for those I talked with that night. I pray that God would save their souls. Open their eyes to see how gloriously beautiful Jesus Christ is, and how much they need Him.&lt;br /&gt;I encourage anyone who hasn't experienced something like this to get outside your comfort zone. Help those in need. And trust Jesus—He never disappoints.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311676844299113533-4078599317645327330?l=observe-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://observe-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4078599317645327330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6311676844299113533&amp;postID=4078599317645327330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311676844299113533/posts/default/4078599317645327330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311676844299113533/posts/default/4078599317645327330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://observe-life.blogspot.com/2008/04/union-gospel-mission.html' title='Union Gospel Mission'/><author><name>Christi Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04332510469861067764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jrHt-Gu3m4s/SCN3EGT3dpI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/AWW1nOi5OxI/S220/daisy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311676844299113533.post-1459991320837785259</id><published>2008-03-13T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T19:17:25.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tree</title><content type='html'>This is a story I wrote for the Christmas season. Although it is not true, I did build off from some true life events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time—12:47a.m. I listened intently. All was quiet except for my parents' and brothers' gentle breathing. Good. I wrapped my blanket tightly around me, and tiptoed in my soft, fuzzy socks to the living room. Our fragrant, Balsam-Fir Christmas tree stood erect near the window. Bright, white Christmas lights encircled its branches. I curled up in the lazy-boy chair next to the tree. As I gazed out the window, the cold, pure-white snow glistened in the street lights. Alone in the room with a Christmas tree as company, I thought of the verse, "Be still and know that I am God." (Psalm 46:10a) Still. As an American, I have very few still moments. Usually I am busy jumping from one thing to the next, and noise continually sounds around me. That's why I treasure times like this. When I'm quietly sitting alone with God...and our Christmas tree. I love Christmas trees. They always remind me that the baby Jesus came to earth for a single purpose: to deliver his people from their sins. He came to die. "He himself bore our sins in his body on the tree, that we might die to sin and live to righteousness. By his wounds you have been healed." (I Peter 2:24) But why is it so important that Jesus Christ die on a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tree&lt;/span&gt;? It is because in Galatians it says, "Christ redeemed us from the curse of the law by becoming a curse for us—for it is written,'Cursed is everyone who is hanged on a tree'—so that in Christ Jesus the blessing of Abraham might come to the Gentiles, so that we might receive the promised Spirit through faith." So this year as I gather with my family around the Christmas tree, I'm going to keep in mind the reason that the Son of God came to earth. Thank Him. And spread the joy inside me this Christmas season.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311676844299113533-1459991320837785259?l=observe-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://observe-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1459991320837785259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6311676844299113533&amp;postID=1459991320837785259' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311676844299113533/posts/default/1459991320837785259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311676844299113533/posts/default/1459991320837785259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://observe-life.blogspot.com/2008/03/tree.html' title='The Tree'/><author><name>Christi Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04332510469861067764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jrHt-Gu3m4s/SCN3EGT3dpI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/AWW1nOi5OxI/S220/daisy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311676844299113533.post-1936989940096305447</id><published>2007-08-28T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T19:15:36.727-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='door'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='automatic'/><title type='text'>Caution: Automatic Door</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.automaticdoorsinc.com/_borders/pg5b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 103px; height: 108px;" src="http://www.automaticdoorsinc.com/_borders/pg5b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Why do almost all automatic door have stickers on them that read: Caution: Automatic Door! In my (humble but accurate) opinion, they should instead put signs on the non-automatic doors reading: Caution: Non-Automatic door! That way, people (not of course meaning me) wouldn't look so stupid when they run into&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cartoonstock.com/lowres/ato0007l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 254px;" src="http://www.cartoonstock.com/lowres/ato0007l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; doors that don't open automatically for them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;               &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.automaticcautiondoor.com/acd.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 101px; height: 101px;" src="http://www.automaticcautiondoor.com/acd.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311676844299113533-1936989940096305447?l=observe-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://observe-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1936989940096305447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6311676844299113533&amp;postID=1936989940096305447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311676844299113533/posts/default/1936989940096305447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311676844299113533/posts/default/1936989940096305447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://observe-life.blogspot.com/2007/08/caution-automatic-door.html' title='Caution: Automatic Door'/><author><name>Christi Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04332510469861067764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jrHt-Gu3m4s/SCN3EGT3dpI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/AWW1nOi5OxI/S220/daisy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
