<?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-4095009873611265162</id><updated>2011-12-18T20:46:46.476-04:00</updated><category term='inventory'/><category term='time management'/><title type='text'>That I May Dwell in the House of the Lord</title><subtitle type='html'>God has been my light, my life. A good thing must be shared and so I share Him with you.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095009873611265162/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>GretaMichelle Joachim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556357767441755955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/Se5NgFaRmKI/AAAAAAAAAHg/a7ntbLEUWwg/S220/Painting+in+La+Lune.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>51</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095009873611265162.post-7517007369472279788</id><published>2010-12-10T21:45:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T12:21:54.505-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Help Me Never Forget</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Ever so often I look at Mel Gibson's "the Passion ". One of the best versions of Christ's suffering on film. Today my daughter decided to look at it. I came in when Jim Cavezel, who played Jesus had just gotten the scourging and was standing before the crowd as they screamed "Crucify him!" She was crying and blurted out that she didn't know why she watched the movie since it always made her cry. Got to tell you I do the same every time&amp;nbsp;I look at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole affair had me thinking that while crying about Christ's suffering was okay,&amp;nbsp;the real thing to cry about would be if we forget or completely ignore why Christ went through all that suffering in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;He did it so that we wouldn't have to. He did it so that we would not be separated from the Father anymore. He did it because&lt;em&gt; he&lt;/em&gt; loved&lt;em&gt; us&lt;/em&gt; more than life.&lt;br /&gt;Wow! Someone loved me enough to lay down his life for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lord help me never forget that, amen.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed,&lt;br /&gt;GretaMichelle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095009873611265162-7517007369472279788?l=gmjfd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/feeds/7517007369472279788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/2010/12/help-me-never-forget.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095009873611265162/posts/default/7517007369472279788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095009873611265162/posts/default/7517007369472279788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/2010/12/help-me-never-forget.html' title='Help Me Never Forget'/><author><name>GretaMichelle Joachim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556357767441755955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/Se5NgFaRmKI/AAAAAAAAAHg/a7ntbLEUWwg/S220/Painting+in+La+Lune.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095009873611265162.post-4582384695841166064</id><published>2010-11-30T13:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T13:57:41.869-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You Never Know</title><content type='html'>I haven't been blogging a lot lately. Partly because I have been busy with school work, but mostly because I have been questioning myself and how useful the things I write are. I have probably gone through this phase before, probably written about this before, probably even came up with some sage resolution. The truth is insecurity doesn't care how many times you go through the spiel, How many times you determine to change.&lt;br /&gt;I went onto the blog site during a workshop and found a comment to be moderated, on a post that was made a while ago. The end of it admonished me to keep posting here. someone was inspired.&lt;br /&gt;You never know who you will impact; with&amp;nbsp; whom your life will intertwine. Don't quit just because things seem a little hard at the moment. The race is not for the swiftest; but for he who endures to the end.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you thesis writer for the reminder.&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed.&lt;br /&gt;GretaMichelle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095009873611265162-4582384695841166064?l=gmjfd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/feeds/4582384695841166064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/2010/11/you-never-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095009873611265162/posts/default/4582384695841166064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095009873611265162/posts/default/4582384695841166064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/2010/11/you-never-know.html' title='You Never Know'/><author><name>GretaMichelle Joachim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556357767441755955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/Se5NgFaRmKI/AAAAAAAAAHg/a7ntbLEUWwg/S220/Painting+in+La+Lune.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095009873611265162.post-4738714620553729701</id><published>2010-08-19T23:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T23:04:06.293-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello! I'm Right Over here!</title><content type='html'>Have you ever felt invisible? Like noone got you or what you were about? Have you ever felt like getting a negative feedback would be so much better than nothing at all; because at least someone would know you were there?&lt;br /&gt;Lately I've felt like that a lot; especially when it comes to my artistic work. I remind myself that I don't paint because I want someone to notice. I&amp;nbsp; paint because I enjoy what I do. I feel closer to God when I paint.. But there is a downside to that. I want to get better at what I do because I always want to give Him my best. How do I know that my work is the best if noone sees it or pays attention to it? How can I grow if I don't know?&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully I know one thing and this is the reason for this post. My father sees and knows. He knows my heart and yours. You are not invisible to Him. He sees and He knows and He loves you and me still. So keep going; pressing toward the mark of the high calling; pressing toward the reward that is greater than earthly acknowledgement.&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed&lt;br /&gt;GretaMichelle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095009873611265162-4738714620553729701?l=gmjfd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/feeds/4738714620553729701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/2010/08/hello-im-right-over-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095009873611265162/posts/default/4738714620553729701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095009873611265162/posts/default/4738714620553729701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/2010/08/hello-im-right-over-here.html' title='Hello! I&apos;m Right Over here!'/><author><name>GretaMichelle Joachim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556357767441755955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/Se5NgFaRmKI/AAAAAAAAAHg/a7ntbLEUWwg/S220/Painting+in+La+Lune.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095009873611265162.post-8808061951851122466</id><published>2010-04-21T07:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T07:45:49.268-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Traits to be Coveted</title><content type='html'>I recently had a little accident where someone opened his door on my car and made a little mess. Dents and nicks everywhere. I was a little anxious because you hear horror stories of men bein verbally abusive expecially when they're wrong and especially if it's a woman driver. This was not the case. He accepted responsibility, promised to take care of the charges and went the next day to make payments to the straightener. At the time I simply said thank you and went on my way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more I think about it the more I believe he deserved more. In an age where it is easier to be dishonest and as we say here 'wrong and strong', he showed integrity and responsibility;&amp;nbsp;traits we don't seldom get; even&amp;nbsp;from the people elected to serve us and govern. It is nice to know that&amp;nbsp;they still exist. We must follow suit and also seek those who make honesty a part of their lives&amp;nbsp;and affirm them.What they practise is a rare find indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed&lt;br /&gt;GretaMichelle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meditate:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proverbs 22:1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why not take a few minutes to read:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095009873611265162-8808061951851122466?l=gmjfd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/feeds/8808061951851122466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/2010/04/traits-to-be-coveted.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095009873611265162/posts/default/8808061951851122466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095009873611265162/posts/default/8808061951851122466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/2010/04/traits-to-be-coveted.html' title='Traits to be Coveted'/><author><name>GretaMichelle Joachim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556357767441755955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/Se5NgFaRmKI/AAAAAAAAAHg/a7ntbLEUWwg/S220/Painting+in+La+Lune.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095009873611265162.post-8214444497966947564</id><published>2010-04-18T07:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T07:19:27.199-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mud Pit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/S8rqncU2FRI/AAAAAAAAAXI/-F5LZ2iSd0M/s1600/101_0092.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/S8rqncU2FRI/AAAAAAAAAXI/-F5LZ2iSd0M/s320/101_0092.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I spent the week away from my writing, even away from my bible and communion with God. I was wallowing. Lately I've been feeling a little lost and not in control of my activities. I find myself more often than not doing things I don't want to do and while I know I have to do them now I feel the burden of them strongly. So I wallowed and complained to God and forgot to be thankful in everything, and forgot that all things work together for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have those kind of days. We all find ourselves in the mud pit. The key though, is to recognise it early and get out. Remaining there robs us of the joy that God has given and the peace that surpasses all understanding. Staying there turns us into inhabitants of the pit and therefore strangers to God. It took me an entire week to get out. To tell you the truth, I wanted to wallow a little bit, because I felt that God was taking too long to make some changes happen. But that isn't healthy especially when you have someone smaller looking at you as the example. So I came out. I am still trying to get the mud off and centre myself once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That pit of despair can off set us at any time. The enemy of souls will use any opportunity to turn&amp;nbsp;us around. Be sober and vigilant. Keep your eyes on the hope of your salvation and let your prayer ever be "Lord keep me faithful" Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed&lt;br /&gt;GretaMichelle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meditate:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1Peter 5:6-11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why not take a few minutes to read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 121&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095009873611265162-8214444497966947564?l=gmjfd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/feeds/8214444497966947564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/2010/04/mud-pit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095009873611265162/posts/default/8214444497966947564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095009873611265162/posts/default/8214444497966947564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/2010/04/mud-pit.html' title='The Mud Pit'/><author><name>GretaMichelle Joachim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556357767441755955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/Se5NgFaRmKI/AAAAAAAAAHg/a7ntbLEUWwg/S220/Painting+in+La+Lune.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/S8rqncU2FRI/AAAAAAAAAXI/-F5LZ2iSd0M/s72-c/101_0092.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095009873611265162.post-7456085218675813509</id><published>2010-04-17T11:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T11:17:55.007-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessings to you!</title><content type='html'>May the blessings of the Lord greet you today. Seek for Him; search for Him and you will find Him. Let Him teach you great and wonderous things that you never knew.&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed&lt;br /&gt;GretaMichelle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095009873611265162-7456085218675813509?l=gmjfd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/feeds/7456085218675813509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/2010/04/blessings-to-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095009873611265162/posts/default/7456085218675813509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095009873611265162/posts/default/7456085218675813509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/2010/04/blessings-to-you.html' title='Blessings to you!'/><author><name>GretaMichelle Joachim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556357767441755955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/Se5NgFaRmKI/AAAAAAAAAHg/a7ntbLEUWwg/S220/Painting+in+La+Lune.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095009873611265162.post-5787772013405636058</id><published>2010-04-12T07:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T07:18:24.378-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Arrest the Threat of Atrophy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/S8MAHS4QuoI/AAAAAAAAAW4/keF_BmHxRAQ/s1600/painting+near+Cumana+aug.+3+1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/S8MAHS4QuoI/AAAAAAAAAW4/keF_BmHxRAQ/s320/painting+near+Cumana+aug.+3+1.JPG" width="320" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;The lesson this morning talked about atrophy; a wasting of the muscles and other organs of the body because of lack of use. But isn't it so that it does not only refer to the body but to anything; gifts, talents, relationships that we neglect?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/S8L_odcRXKI/AAAAAAAAAWw/aN05LDJfqgM/s1600/101_0104.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/S8L_odcRXKI/AAAAAAAAAWw/aN05LDJfqgM/s200/101_0104.jpg" width="200" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I am reminded of the unfaithful servant who hid his one talent in the ground and made excuses when asked to account for it&amp;nbsp;because he did not want to use it and so, ended up losing it. (Matthew 25:14-30) How many talents and abilities has God given to us? What are we doing with it. I can answer for myself. It is up to you now to do a little self inventory and see what you have to bring to the table and just what you do bring. The simplest, seemingly unimportant of talents can be used to minister to a soul in need whether it is the ability to smile or just listen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/S8MAdkn06wI/AAAAAAAAAXA/MS7dITBqLHY/s1600/100_1511.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/S8MAdkn06wI/AAAAAAAAAXA/MS7dITBqLHY/s200/100_1511.JPG" width="200" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Maybe you're looking for a job and haven't been having any luck. Search history. It will teach you that some of the world's billionaires started with just a commonplace ability. They used their ability to knit to start a clothing business. They used their ability to grow things, the &amp;nbsp;fruits in their orchard to start a bottled or packaged&amp;nbsp;food chain or a juice company. They used their ability to tinker to start a car manufacturing industry or to build the first aircraft and the list goes on.What gold mine have you been sitting on? God does not leave his creation without some ability. Some have one some have many. It's not the quantity but how it is managed. &lt;/div&gt;Your relationships are also gold mines that if managed and nurtured can bring you much joy and fulfillment. The fulfillment and happiness comes in the love and commitment that you pour out to those that you love without seeking a reward or even reciprocation. Love does not keep score.&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead. Take that inventory. See what you've been sitting on. Today is the best day to start. If you already know and haven't been tending them and helping them to grow, it's not too late to arrest the threat of atrophy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed&lt;br /&gt;Greta Michelle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meditate:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Luke 12:48&lt;br /&gt;...For unto whomsoever much is given, of him &lt;br /&gt;shall be much required: and to whom men have &lt;br /&gt;committed much, of him they will ask the more,&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Why not take a few minutes to read:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew 25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reflect:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On what you have been given and not using. What are you going to do about it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095009873611265162-5787772013405636058?l=gmjfd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/feeds/5787772013405636058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/2010/04/arrest-threat-of-atrophy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095009873611265162/posts/default/5787772013405636058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095009873611265162/posts/default/5787772013405636058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/2010/04/arrest-threat-of-atrophy.html' title='Arrest the Threat of Atrophy!'/><author><name>GretaMichelle Joachim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556357767441755955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/Se5NgFaRmKI/AAAAAAAAAHg/a7ntbLEUWwg/S220/Painting+in+La+Lune.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/S8MAHS4QuoI/AAAAAAAAAW4/keF_BmHxRAQ/s72-c/painting+near+Cumana+aug.+3+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095009873611265162.post-7088149400574927171</id><published>2010-04-09T08:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T08:19:43.565-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank God It's Friday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/S78ZyOkjnaI/AAAAAAAAAWY/8626QLp44lY/s1600/Morning+Glory+Acrylic+12x16+june+2008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/S78ZyOkjnaI/AAAAAAAAAWY/8626QLp44lY/s320/Morning+Glory+Acrylic+12x16+june+2008.JPG" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Morning Glory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's Friday! It's time to take stock of the weekly activites and see where you are and what you've accomplished; the mistakes you've made and the ones you didn't. Most of all I believe Friday is a day of thanksgiving. We should give thanks everyday but there is something about Friday that makes me feel extra thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's the fact that I and my family and those close to me,&amp;nbsp;made it safely through the week. No accidents&amp;nbsp;and very few incidents. Maybe&amp;nbsp;it's the fact that I don't have to face a work day the next day or maybe it's because I know that at sunset on Friday the Lord's Sabbath starts."O day of rest and gladness"&amp;nbsp;I look back at the week and see where God has brought me from and I am glad. I see the mistakes, I see the pitfalls, but I don't dwell on them because I see where God has brought me from and I am thankful.&lt;br /&gt;We spend so much time concentrating our attention on the negatives- and believe me I know- that we lose sight of all the blessed positives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why not spend this Friday dwelling on where God has brought &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; from. I believe the saying "Thank God it's Friday" will take on a whole new meaning.&lt;br /&gt;Make this Friday a day of thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed&lt;br /&gt;GretaMichelle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meditate:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Psalm 103&lt;br /&gt;...Bless the Lord, O my soul and forget not all his benefits...&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do take a few minutes to read:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 103&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reflect:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What has God done for you lately? Yes I want you to make a list and check it twice. &lt;br /&gt;I don't bet but if I did I would bet you you run out of room on the paper and have a really big Alleluia moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095009873611265162-7088149400574927171?l=gmjfd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/feeds/7088149400574927171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/2010/04/thank-god-its-friday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095009873611265162/posts/default/7088149400574927171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095009873611265162/posts/default/7088149400574927171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/2010/04/thank-god-its-friday.html' title='Thank God It&apos;s Friday!'/><author><name>GretaMichelle Joachim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556357767441755955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/Se5NgFaRmKI/AAAAAAAAAHg/a7ntbLEUWwg/S220/Painting+in+La+Lune.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/S78ZyOkjnaI/AAAAAAAAAWY/8626QLp44lY/s72-c/Morning+Glory+Acrylic+12x16+june+2008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095009873611265162.post-7746734654912006488</id><published>2010-04-08T09:44:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T09:46:51.150-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have Been Promised</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/S73dpX_TqSI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/08tJHaiEg3s/s1600/durerhands.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/S73dpX_TqSI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/08tJHaiEg3s/s320/durerhands.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When it seems as if the many activities and commitments are threatening to overwhelm you as they are threatening to do to me now you do not need to go under. The wonderful thing about God's word is that there is a promise for every situation that besets us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I claim for myself Philippians 4:13 because God has promised that through Christ I can do all things. So in the midst of the many deadlines and demands on my time I can be calm because I believe that I can meet them all. I can claim Isaiah 43:2 for the Lord has promised that I will not be overwhelmed by the waters nor the fire. Isaiah 50:7 for I know the Lord will help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why not take some time and get to know God through His word and see a wonderful world unfold before you. A world that unlike our present circumstance promises peace and prosperity, love and eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed&lt;br /&gt;GretaMichelle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reflect:&lt;br /&gt;The verses I have listed above are but a drop in the bucket. There are over a thousand promises that we can claim in the bible.&lt;br /&gt;I urge you to take the time to discover these words of life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095009873611265162-7746734654912006488?l=gmjfd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/feeds/7746734654912006488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-have-been-promised.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095009873611265162/posts/default/7746734654912006488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095009873611265162/posts/default/7746734654912006488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-have-been-promised.html' title='I Have Been Promised'/><author><name>GretaMichelle Joachim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556357767441755955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/Se5NgFaRmKI/AAAAAAAAAHg/a7ntbLEUWwg/S220/Painting+in+La+Lune.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/S73dpX_TqSI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/08tJHaiEg3s/s72-c/durerhands.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095009873611265162.post-5817065412030157236</id><published>2010-04-07T07:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T07:10:12.711-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Value</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/S7xnzBH4o0I/AAAAAAAAAWI/mYm0htBRvH0/s1600/Abandoned++oils+on+canvas+12x24.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="163" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/S7xnzBH4o0I/AAAAAAAAAWI/mYm0htBRvH0/s320/Abandoned++oils+on+canvas+12x24.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Abandoned,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;12x24, oils&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Your value is not determined by what people say about you nor is it determined by the amount of money you make or where you live. It is and has been determined by&amp;nbsp; the fact that one Man shed &lt;em&gt;His&lt;/em&gt; blood for you. He chose to value you with &lt;em&gt;His &lt;/em&gt;life. And you are so important, that even if you were the only person who had slipped up; who had sinned, that cost would have still been paid for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;If so then you-&amp;nbsp;we all should treat ourselves and place a value on ourselves that shows the world that we are precious; we are fearfully and wonderfully made. (Psalm 139:14)&lt;br /&gt;The next time you think about allowing someone to tell you who and what you are, and what you are worth. The next time you try to depreciate yourself, remember your value.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed&lt;br /&gt;GretaMichelle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meditate:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Romans 5:8&lt;br /&gt;But God commendeth his love toward us, &lt;br /&gt;in that, while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why not take a few minutes to read:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 139&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reflect:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How have you been viewing yourself? &lt;br /&gt;What scale have you been weighing yourself on?&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it time you saw yourself through new eyes?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095009873611265162-5817065412030157236?l=gmjfd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/feeds/5817065412030157236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/2010/04/value.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095009873611265162/posts/default/5817065412030157236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095009873611265162/posts/default/5817065412030157236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/2010/04/value.html' title='Value'/><author><name>GretaMichelle Joachim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556357767441755955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/Se5NgFaRmKI/AAAAAAAAAHg/a7ntbLEUWwg/S220/Painting+in+La+Lune.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/S7xnzBH4o0I/AAAAAAAAAWI/mYm0htBRvH0/s72-c/Abandoned++oils+on+canvas+12x24.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095009873611265162.post-5716523968118010032</id><published>2010-04-06T08:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T10:34:07.078-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Things We Take for Granted</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/S7snsrT3zxI/AAAAAAAAAWA/vowJQbGshtg/s1600/Elena_Kourenkova_ELKO07_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="198" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/S7snsrT3zxI/AAAAAAAAAWA/vowJQbGshtg/s200/Elena_Kourenkova_ELKO07_m.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Elena Kourenkova&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Went off for the weekend. There was no internet-There was dial-up which would have robbed the house of phone communication and in a house where that is vital, it was impossible to use the internet, so there was no internet. I missed it. I missed being able to communicate with cyber people (Is that a term?) since I generally spend very little time talking to the ones I can see. I missed my blog time. It has become so much a part of my morning devotional time&amp;nbsp; with God that I felt that something was missing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This got me thinking of all the things I take for granted as being there; as being a permanent fixture in my life. I thought about all the tomorrows I thought I had when I said "Well I'll deal with that tomorrow." This further&amp;nbsp;reminded me of the saying: "You never miss the water, till the well runs dry" and led to the question how many wells have I let run dry? We take for granted that our families will always be there that we will always be able to spend time with our kids. So we do our own thing and practically ignore their needs and sing for them a refrain that has become all too familiar&amp;nbsp; and all too hated: " Not now dear, mommy/ daddy is busy" We do the same with our spouses and then wonder why they want to leave or, missed entirely, the fact that they have already left, it's just the shell that lives in the house.&lt;br /&gt;And of course, we do that with God. We weigh committing to God against our 'more important' committments and activities and God is found wanting. So He is shelved for a time when we have time; when we are not so busy and sometimes that time never comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reality is we do not have tomorrow. We have today. We have this moment. We have the well right in front of us. Drink deeply. Tomorrow might meet that wellspring dry or tainted or belonging to someone else. Take advantage of the time you have now to meet with God, get to know Him who to know is life eternal (John 17:3)&amp;nbsp;Spend time with your kids. Get to know them. If they have moved from toddler/ child stage to pubescent/ adolescent stage then you need to get to know them all over again. Don't miss that opportunity. It will be gone before you blink and the person you conceived will be the stranger you pay college fees for. Spend time with you spouse. There had to have been a reason you married him/her. There had to have been love there. Take time to fan the flames and keep them hot and spicy or warm and welcoming. If you let the embers grow cold, blow your warm breath over it. It will rekindle. All it needs is effort on your part. Make it. It is worth it. &lt;br /&gt;Taking the time to do&amp;nbsp;the really important things&amp;nbsp;today is worthwhile. Tomorrow is not promised. All we have is today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed.&lt;br /&gt;GretaMichelle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meditate:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;IICorinthians 6:2&lt;br /&gt;(For he saith, I have heard thee in a time accepted,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;and in the day of salvation have I succoured thee: &lt;br /&gt;behold, now &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; the accepted time; behold, now &lt;em&gt;is &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day of salvation.)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Why not take a few minutes to read:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hosea 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reflect:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has the potential for a relationship with God been allowed to stagnate?&lt;br /&gt;What have you allowed to die because of too many "I'll do it tomorrow"?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;What can you revive that's worth reviving?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095009873611265162-5716523968118010032?l=gmjfd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/feeds/5716523968118010032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/2010/04/things-we-take-for-granted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095009873611265162/posts/default/5716523968118010032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095009873611265162/posts/default/5716523968118010032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/2010/04/things-we-take-for-granted.html' title='The Things We Take for Granted'/><author><name>GretaMichelle Joachim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556357767441755955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/Se5NgFaRmKI/AAAAAAAAAHg/a7ntbLEUWwg/S220/Painting+in+La+Lune.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/S7snsrT3zxI/AAAAAAAAAWA/vowJQbGshtg/s72-c/Elena_Kourenkova_ELKO07_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095009873611265162.post-5495978953340649529</id><published>2010-04-02T10:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T10:39:17.635-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the Power of Grace</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/S7X5V5bQPeI/AAAAAAAAAV4/U3z7o4Aaaqo/s1600/Giambattista_Tiepolo_-_The_Crucifixion.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="357" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/S7X5V5bQPeI/AAAAAAAAAV4/U3z7o4Aaaqo/s400/Giambattista_Tiepolo_-_The_Crucifixion.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thief on the cross presesnts a dynamic illustration of grace in action. There is Jesus, beaten, bruised, pained by the nails piercing his hands and feet and the thorns still pressing into his brow. Death is slow but not far away that He cannot sense it's icy fingers creeping up. He is weighed down by the oppressing force of mankinds sin; a sin that pushes him further and further away from His Father.&amp;nbsp; It's a separation that He has not known and cannot bear especially in the last agonising moments of His life. The darkness that surrounds Him causes Him to cry out for His Father. But His presence is not felt. The acrid taunting, ugliness of sin is too thick; too blatant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a voice to His right cries out&amp;nbsp;to Him. It too in pain. It too, close to death; a death that has been earned. "Lord, remember me when you shall come into your kingdom" (Luke 23:42) It's a request that in the face&amp;nbsp;of glory recognises its depravity and the nothingness of its life. It&amp;nbsp;knows that it has nothing to recommend it yet, it still&amp;nbsp;cries out; not boldly; timidly; desperate not to let the moment go. Unsure of the answer, but knowing that it must, its only strength-faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus lifts His bloodied head. His strength is renewed for a moment for virtue is reaching out a hand to one in need of a lifeline. He then utters unhesitatingly, words that of all that the thief ever heard would hold, to him, the greatest value. "I tell you this today you shall be with me in paradise." That thief died knowing that even though his life had been one of emptiness and wickedness. Even though he was dying a death of shame because of the wrong path he had ventured and enjoyed for most of his life, today he was renewed and forgiven. God had forgiven him. Grace reached out and cast a lifeline even in death. &lt;br /&gt;That's the power of grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed&lt;br /&gt;GretaMichelle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meditate:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;John 3:16&lt;br /&gt;For God so loved the world, &lt;br /&gt;that he gave his only begotten son, &lt;br /&gt;that whosoever believeth in him &lt;br /&gt;should not perish, but have everlasting life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John 15:13&lt;br /&gt;Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why not take a few minutes to read:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke 23,24 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reflect:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;On what Christ did for you, so that you would not have to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095009873611265162-5495978953340649529?l=gmjfd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/feeds/5495978953340649529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/2010/04/power-of-grace.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095009873611265162/posts/default/5495978953340649529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095009873611265162/posts/default/5495978953340649529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/2010/04/power-of-grace.html' title='the Power of Grace'/><author><name>GretaMichelle Joachim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556357767441755955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/Se5NgFaRmKI/AAAAAAAAAHg/a7ntbLEUWwg/S220/Painting+in+La+Lune.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/S7X5V5bQPeI/AAAAAAAAAV4/U3z7o4Aaaqo/s72-c/Giambattista_Tiepolo_-_The_Crucifixion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095009873611265162.post-3585484577323921532</id><published>2010-04-01T10:31:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T22:29:15.281-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Grace is Life</title><content type='html'>I hope you missed me yesterday. It was a long and hard day that started at 3:45 am and ended who knows when. But I missed you.&lt;br /&gt;I was studying my bible lesson this morning and and interesting point was brought out. It said that when we love God that He gives us the Holy Spirit and a heart that has a deep sense of gratitude. However, that should not be the end of it. Loving God involves our whole being. It sparked some thought as to the way I love God. Yes I strive to obey Him and spend time in prayer and bible study (more of that can be done) but there are some areas that I have neglected and feel that right now I am definitely living on grace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been a poor steward of my health. I go to sleep very late to get up very early or&amp;nbsp;I eventually zone out on&amp;nbsp;the couch and have to awakened to go to bed. My&amp;nbsp;eating pattern is in chaos and I find myself&amp;nbsp; having to buy something to eat a lot, (bagging out lunches for everyone else and running out of time to do mine), that has been prepared with pack seasonings that contain untold horrors, instead of fresh herbs. I have very limited free time so exercise seems to be out of the question. I was walking with my mom, now I hardly have time for that. I eke out time to spend with my family; just barely. I am going and going and doing and doing but not putting in anything that will keep me healthy; both&amp;nbsp; mentally and physically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you read this feel free to identify with the parts that sound like you. All of us are guilty of neglecting our health and well-being. We focus on it when it slaps us in the face by failing on us- whether in the form of some serious physical malaise or some mental melt-down. Eventually, we all will have to face the reality of old age or some hereditary illness. It is absolutely not necessary to help them along with our poor habits.&lt;br /&gt;What does these poor habits include in addition to what was mentioned? Yes procrastination too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving God with our whole being involves taking care of our body and mind and setting a good example so others will see how it's done. How do our children and loved ones see us taking care of ourselves?&amp;nbsp;God visits us with grace in the form of life every day. A lot of us now, if we were to do an examination of our internal organs would realise that we are indeed walking on grace, breathing on grace because there is no logical reason why we're alive, the way they are broken down.&lt;br /&gt;I asked God today to help me make better choices for my health. What about you? &lt;br /&gt;Be in health and prosper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed&lt;br /&gt;GretaMichelle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read and meditate 3John.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095009873611265162-3585484577323921532?l=gmjfd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/feeds/3585484577323921532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/2010/04/grace-is-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095009873611265162/posts/default/3585484577323921532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095009873611265162/posts/default/3585484577323921532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/2010/04/grace-is-life.html' title='Grace is Life'/><author><name>GretaMichelle Joachim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556357767441755955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/Se5NgFaRmKI/AAAAAAAAAHg/a7ntbLEUWwg/S220/Painting+in+La+Lune.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095009873611265162.post-3999812861222753439</id><published>2010-03-30T10:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T10:48:09.231-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Grace in Times of Weakness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/S7IIBfTyf8I/AAAAAAAAAVY/2MbaLcU1xWk/s1600/footprints_sand.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="258" nt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/S7IIBfTyf8I/AAAAAAAAAVY/2MbaLcU1xWk/s320/footprints_sand.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a verse that I claim very often. It has become a lifeline promise on those days when the world seems huge and the problems seem like giants.&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;"My grace is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect in weakness.&lt;/em&gt;"(IICorinthians 12:9)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weakness. We all get slapped with it at one point or another. We feel sapped physically because we have been going and going without pausing to take in the much needed fuel. That fuel is both the physical and spiritual. We get to a point where we feel we cannot do anymore, we cannot take anymore and we are ready to call it quits. Then there are the times when it seems as if we can't do anything right. We are battling against long ingrained habits and situations that make us feel as though we are failures. What about dealing with death and illness? Sin has so marred our world that it seems everyday we are faced with loss. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This&amp;nbsp;is&amp;nbsp;where grace comes in. God's grace takes over when we cannot go any further. The famous poem &lt;a href="http://www.footprints-inthe-sand.com/index.php?page=Poem/Poem.php."&gt;"Footprints in the Sand"&lt;/a&gt; says it best: the times when there are only one set of footprints in the sand God is carrying you.&lt;br /&gt;Grace carries us; picks up the slack in our lives; whether it is in the daily humdrum or the major crashes. Grace takes over when we have gone as far as we can go. Grace sees our insuffiencies, imperfections &amp;nbsp;and scars and loves us anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have experienced that grace at work so many times that I now cling to God because I know that He will indeed cover me when I am naked and ashamed because of some habit or situation, or feel alone when I face loss and crisis. &lt;br /&gt;Let the grace of God cover you today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GretaMichelle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meditate:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9rqsltr5vsE"&gt;footprints in the sand&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; (click me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why not take a few minutes to read:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IICorinthians 12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reflect:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The times when you felt weak and overburdened and you called out to God and you felt His strength infusing you. Maybe you didn't call out to Him but still felt an inexplicable&amp;nbsp; injection of energy.&lt;br /&gt;What about the times when you made it through a tragic situation: a death or an illness, divorce or a wayward child running away It&amp;nbsp;just wore you out,&amp;nbsp;and you just don't know how you made it; you don't know how you held it together.&lt;br /&gt;As you reflect on these occasions why not take the time now to say thank you Lord for being my sufficiency; my strength. Thank you Lord for carrying me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095009873611265162-3999812861222753439?l=gmjfd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/feeds/3999812861222753439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/2010/03/grace-in-times-of-weakness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095009873611265162/posts/default/3999812861222753439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095009873611265162/posts/default/3999812861222753439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/2010/03/grace-in-times-of-weakness.html' title='Grace in Times of Weakness'/><author><name>GretaMichelle Joachim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556357767441755955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/Se5NgFaRmKI/AAAAAAAAAHg/a7ntbLEUWwg/S220/Painting+in+La+Lune.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/S7IIBfTyf8I/AAAAAAAAAVY/2MbaLcU1xWk/s72-c/footprints_sand.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095009873611265162.post-1313401123216961539</id><published>2010-03-29T09:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T09:11:22.693-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gifts are not Entitlements</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/S7Clb-ZtAdI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/0q2bbBPz-v4/s1600/000_0003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/S7Clb-ZtAdI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/0q2bbBPz-v4/s320/000_0003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Jazzy and her first brood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We take for granted that we are entitled to the next day and the next and the next. It is only when death collides with our world that we start to wonder and reflect. We may live differently while we cope with our grief and loss or while we recuperate from the life threatening illness, but more often we go back to the same place where we feel entitled to life. We are not. The only time we are entitled to is the time that we have&amp;nbsp; right&amp;nbsp;now; the moment that we are in right now. The next minute is a gift just as a new day is. That's the power of grace. Grace gives you and me another day; another minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day we awaken to&amp;nbsp;should be one lived in total thanks; total praise because we&amp;nbsp;awakened under the grace of God. When we get to a place where we understand that we are not life givers but life recipients; that we are not the ones in control of who gets life, then we will treat the moments we have differently and live our lives differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed &lt;br /&gt;GretaMichelle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meditate:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Ephesians 2:8&lt;br /&gt;For by grace are you saved through faith; &lt;br /&gt;and that not of yourselves: it is the gift of God&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why not take a few minutes to read:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lamentations 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reflect:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How have you treated your life up to this point? If, like me you have sometimes walked around thinking that it is owed to you don't you think it's time to take a different view? One where you start appreciating each day as a gift of grace and live a life of thanks for that grace?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095009873611265162-1313401123216961539?l=gmjfd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/feeds/1313401123216961539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/2010/03/gifts-are-not-entitlements.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095009873611265162/posts/default/1313401123216961539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095009873611265162/posts/default/1313401123216961539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/2010/03/gifts-are-not-entitlements.html' title='Gifts are not Entitlements'/><author><name>GretaMichelle Joachim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556357767441755955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/Se5NgFaRmKI/AAAAAAAAAHg/a7ntbLEUWwg/S220/Painting+in+La+Lune.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/S7Clb-ZtAdI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/0q2bbBPz-v4/s72-c/000_0003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095009873611265162.post-8897797037322500256</id><published>2010-03-28T08:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T08:51:28.777-04:00</updated><title type='text'>OThat Gift!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/S69Qg1olkRI/AAAAAAAAAVI/kwp_e9ASj0A/s1600/100_1506.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" nt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/S69Qg1olkRI/AAAAAAAAAVI/kwp_e9ASj0A/s200/100_1506.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever received an unexpected gift? I imagine you must have been surprised and pleased. You probably wondered what you had done to deserve that gift; that reward. You couldn't think of anything so you wondered if it was really for you and you were assured yes, this is yours. I am sure you must have treasured that, especially if it was something beautiful; something you had really wanted and wasn't able to get for yourself. Someone thought of you and cared for you enough to observe what you needed and provide it without you asking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is such a gift, available now, just like that. It's more than something we always wanted. It's something we need because the truth is, we cannot get it for ourselves no matter how much money we have.&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine doing nothing good; nothing right and someone still loving and wanting you and setting aside a place for you; giving up &lt;em&gt;His&lt;/em&gt; place so you could have a place?&amp;nbsp;Forgiveness, for you, even before you ask for it? Mercy extended before you recognise you need it? Will your spouse do that? Your children? What about your best friend? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God did just that. The bible says that "...where sin&amp;nbsp; abounded, grace did much more abound." (Romans 5:20&amp;nbsp;Wow! Imagine that! So no matter how horrible my wrong I have forgiveness. I have the gift of grace. I ddin't do anything to deserve it and no matter what I do I cannot earn it. Yet, I have it, for God has set it aside, just for me. I do not know Him, but He knows meyet loves me still and has set aside mercy just for me. I have, you have, we all have forgiveness, healing, new life, abundant life, eternal life. All we have to do is accept; all we have to do is come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed&lt;br /&gt;GretaMichelle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meditate:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hebrews 4:16&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us therefore come boldly unto the throne of grace,&lt;br /&gt;that we may obtain mercy, and find grace to help in time of need.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why not take a few minutes to read:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Isaiah 53&lt;/strong&gt; (Grace in action)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Reflect:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If forgiveness and love from God are things we do not deserve, yet He gives freely, what are we doing to extend the same to others who may have wronged us or hurt us and by human standards, do not deserve our mercy?&lt;br /&gt;If God extends grace to us, shouldn't we be willing to extend it to others?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095009873611265162-8897797037322500256?l=gmjfd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/feeds/8897797037322500256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/2010/03/othat-gift.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095009873611265162/posts/default/8897797037322500256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095009873611265162/posts/default/8897797037322500256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/2010/03/othat-gift.html' title='OThat Gift!'/><author><name>GretaMichelle Joachim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556357767441755955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/Se5NgFaRmKI/AAAAAAAAAHg/a7ntbLEUWwg/S220/Painting+in+La+Lune.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/S69Qg1olkRI/AAAAAAAAAVI/kwp_e9ASj0A/s72-c/100_1506.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095009873611265162.post-8968807272188529973</id><published>2010-03-27T09:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T09:12:00.323-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ultimate Weapon-- part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/S638F1cvv7I/AAAAAAAAAVA/SyZ1sH41kIc/s1600/worship_by_night.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/S638F1cvv7I/AAAAAAAAAVA/SyZ1sH41kIc/s320/worship_by_night.jpg" width="55" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;At midnight Paul and Silas prayed and the prisoners heard them. I can imagine what was going through their minds as they listened to these two men sing praises to God; beaten and locked in stocks in the worst part of the prison for the chief guard had been warned to make sure they did not escape. Yet here they were singing? "Are these men mad?"&amp;nbsp; "What kind of drugs are they on?" "I need to get me some of that" "They seem genuinely happy and at peace. Hmm..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Two things must be pointed out about their praise. The first that we learnt yesterday is that God inhabited their praise. (Psalm 22:3) Their praise did not go unnoticed by the person to whom it was pointed. God took note and rewarded their faith.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The second is not only did God take note, but the entire prison. That night when the prison walls shook and the gates sprang open,and the stocks and bands were loosed, the prison experienced new life. The prison guard was afraid. Afraid that all the prisoners had escaped and that no one would believe what he had just experienced. He was prepared to kill himself when Paul called out to him that they were still there. His response to this was: "Sirs, what must I do to be saved?" That night he and his entire family received the gospel joyfully and were baptized.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Our praise is not just to make us feel better about a situation or to send affirmations of faith up to God. Our praise in extreme experiences; at times when, to human eyes, there is no reason to praise, acts as a magnet for others. It provokes their curiosity and then their desire to know this peace; this joy. Remember joy is not just about happiness. Joy is about being at peace in the knowledge that no matter what, God is in control so I do not need to fret and worry, God has this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The ultimate weapon is at your disposal today. Today is an opportunity for you to harness its power and thereby be at peace and be the peace that draws others to God. How you deal with your stressors signals a response in others for good or for evil. Do not wait. Take hold of God's promises and arm yourself with His weaponry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Be blessed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Greta Michelle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Meditate:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Psalm 42:5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;disquieted in me? hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;him for the help of his countenance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Why not take a few minutes to re-read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acts 16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reflect:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The power&amp;nbsp;we have over others through our actions should always give us pause before we do or say anything. &lt;br /&gt;We sometimes make excuses and say well it's not my fault if so and so does this or that and by right no one should look at another person and blame them for the wrong that the other committed.&amp;nbsp;In reality, though we know that we each look at and model our behavior on others; whether movie stars or artists or religious men and women, and others look at us and model their behavior on us.&lt;br /&gt;How wonderful then, if we would all move responsibly in that knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think? Please share.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095009873611265162-8968807272188529973?l=gmjfd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/feeds/8968807272188529973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/2010/03/ultimate-weapon-part-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095009873611265162/posts/default/8968807272188529973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095009873611265162/posts/default/8968807272188529973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/2010/03/ultimate-weapon-part-2.html' title='The Ultimate Weapon-- part 2'/><author><name>GretaMichelle Joachim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556357767441755955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/Se5NgFaRmKI/AAAAAAAAAHg/a7ntbLEUWwg/S220/Painting+in+La+Lune.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/S638F1cvv7I/AAAAAAAAAVA/SyZ1sH41kIc/s72-c/worship_by_night.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095009873611265162.post-8398935313103103101</id><published>2010-03-26T07:51:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T21:35:25.818-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You Have the Ultimate Weapon! Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/S6yYeI8vvPI/AAAAAAAAAU4/J8LXgQLblpA/s1600/worship_by_night.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" nt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/S6yYeI8vvPI/AAAAAAAAAU4/J8LXgQLblpA/s400/worship_by_night.jpg" width="67" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Worship By Night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;One of my favorite stories (Yes I have a lot of favorites) is the story of Paul and Silas. There they are, thrown in jail and enclosed in stocks. Bruised and battered from the beatings they received before and during their forced captivity. Their crimes? Freeing a&amp;nbsp; servant girl from mental and spiritual enslavement (She was demon possessed), and thereby taking&amp;nbsp;away the income&amp;nbsp;from those who exploited her, &amp;nbsp;preaching the gospel of Jesus Christ. About midnight, by now their pain is probably intense and&amp;nbsp;may have cause&amp;nbsp;some anxiety in their minds. What do they do? They begin to sing and pray and praise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bible says that a great and terrible earthquake was suddenly heard and the prison doors were opened.&lt;br /&gt;The power of praise; their praise in spite of&amp;nbsp; their circumstances. The power of praise; praise because they had counted the cost and found that to suffer for Christ was to gain, caused the prison to be too small to hold them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how far short of the mark we fall when we complain and curse God for little things; things that in the final analysis will not make us truly happy. &lt;br /&gt;The bible calls praise a weapon of warfare. (IIChronicles 20:22)&amp;nbsp;What weapon are you weilding? The devil does not like it when we praise God. It defeats his purpose because praise says Lord Yes! I'll trust you. Praise proclaims to those around us, who has our allegiance and our heart.&lt;br /&gt;Who has your heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed&lt;br /&gt;GretaMichelle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meditate:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Psalm&lt;/span&gt; 22:3&lt;br /&gt;But thou art holy, O thou that inhabitest the praises of [Israel]------- (insert your name)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;why not take a few minutes to read:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acts 16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reflect:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How have you dealt with the disappointments in your life? Have you allowed them to cause you to mistrust and question God's leading, or did you pray and praise your way through?&lt;br /&gt;If you're like me, you've had moments when you doubted, but once you recognised this, what did you do to counteract the effects?&lt;br /&gt;I choose songs that talk about trusting God and about priasing Him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why not compile a list of some of your favorite worship songs and hymns and share with us here.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095009873611265162-8398935313103103101?l=gmjfd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/feeds/8398935313103103101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/2010/03/you-have-ultimate-weapon-part-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095009873611265162/posts/default/8398935313103103101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095009873611265162/posts/default/8398935313103103101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/2010/03/you-have-ultimate-weapon-part-1.html' title='You Have the Ultimate Weapon! Part 1'/><author><name>GretaMichelle Joachim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556357767441755955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/Se5NgFaRmKI/AAAAAAAAAHg/a7ntbLEUWwg/S220/Painting+in+La+Lune.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/S6yYeI8vvPI/AAAAAAAAAU4/J8LXgQLblpA/s72-c/worship_by_night.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095009873611265162.post-3384735833359710195</id><published>2010-03-25T07:26:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T07:52:39.286-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kick the Fear Habit!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/S6tCoreQizI/AAAAAAAAAUo/i_rej0R_za0/s1600/Homeward+Bound+Oils+12x15+Aug.2008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/S6tCoreQizI/AAAAAAAAAUo/i_rej0R_za0/s320/Homeward+Bound+Oils+12x15+Aug.2008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Homeward Bound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As someone who has experienced the trauma of a break-in, I know what fear is. I have experienced that gnawing feeling in the pit of the stomach that makes you want to run and hide, yet be too paralyzed to move. And even though you know that the thief is not coming back, you're still afraid to enter the house or stay there by yourself; so for days and weeks, you're jumping at every shadow, every creak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear is like that thief. It robs you of your joy. It steals your ability to make sound judgements. It handicaps your ability to take advantage of potentially great opportunities; and to even recognise them when they come your way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear is the opposite of faith. It was fear that caused the Israelites to wander the wilderness for forty more years. When the twelve spies went to spy out the land of Caanan, only two were able to see the potential for victory. The other ten only saw the obstacles while Joshua and Caleb saw the possibilities. The ten saw the people like giants and they as grasshoppers while Joshua and Caleb saw the food that could feed many in a land flowing with milk and honey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear requires an act of will to destroy its hold on you. You have to purpose in your heart that you will not let fear dominate and overpower you. You have to get angry and kick fear to the curb. It's what I had to do to safeguard my faith that God would protect. I recalled the fact that even though someone did break into our home, we were all physically unharmed and alive. God had protected us as He promised. I recalled every single promise that God gave me concerning my ability to believe and move according to His purpose. I deliberately looked fear in the eye and shouted at it to get out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If fear has you in its grips right now don't give in to it. I have lost a lot of opportunities because I chose to believe the lie that fear told me above the truth that God had shared. God never gave us a spirit of fear. He gave us instead love and a sound mind. (II Timothy 2:7) Hold fast to that promise and go ahead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed&lt;br /&gt;GretaMichelle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meditate:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;II Timothy 2:7&lt;br /&gt;For God hath not given us the spirit of fear; but of power, &lt;br /&gt;and of love, and of a sound mind.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why not take a few minutes to read:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Numbers 13 (Pay special attention to v. 27-33)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reflect:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has fear been ruining your ability to trust God? Have you kicked the fear habit? &lt;br /&gt;How were you able to conquer your goliath? What promises have you claimed that can serve to help someone else to kick the fear habit?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095009873611265162-3384735833359710195?l=gmjfd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/feeds/3384735833359710195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/2010/03/kick-fear-habit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095009873611265162/posts/default/3384735833359710195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095009873611265162/posts/default/3384735833359710195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/2010/03/kick-fear-habit.html' title='Kick the Fear Habit!'/><author><name>GretaMichelle Joachim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556357767441755955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/Se5NgFaRmKI/AAAAAAAAAHg/a7ntbLEUWwg/S220/Painting+in+La+Lune.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/S6tCoreQizI/AAAAAAAAAUo/i_rej0R_za0/s72-c/Homeward+Bound+Oils+12x15+Aug.2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095009873611265162.post-1149909858748465211</id><published>2010-03-24T08:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T08:00:44.907-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Leap of Faith</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/S6n6OBoSCaI/AAAAAAAAAUg/tYhI6ROeLDY/s1600/E685319077A68AC5F4F8B5A3D98B17B1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/S6n6OBoSCaI/AAAAAAAAAUg/tYhI6ROeLDY/s320/E685319077A68AC5F4F8B5A3D98B17B1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Carl Bloch, At the Pool of Bethesda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The trend of today is to trust in ourselves; be the author of our own destinies; follow our heart. Yet history, our own and that of others, has shown time and again that that course is the road of folly. (Oh no she didn't!) The bible likens it in this wise: "He that trusteth in his own heart is a fool..." &amp;nbsp;(Proverbs 28:26)&lt;br /&gt;To have faith in God and trust in yourself is a contradiction; for faith requires you to believe what your eyes say is impossible. Faith requires you to believe that the Red&amp;nbsp;Sea parted and thousands of people were able to go through. Faith says that the cheque will come even though you see no conceivable way since you just lost your job.Faith says your son or daughter will come back home and your family will be restored even though when they left, they left claiming to hate you and vowing never to come back. Faith believes in a God you've never physically seen or touched.&lt;br /&gt;Faith is like my daughter who when she was younger, would climb up on the front wall or the chair in the living room or any height she could reach and just fling herself off at any of her parents standing close by, laughing as she sailed through the air, unaware of the danger but&amp;nbsp;sure in the knowledge that mommy or daddy would catch her. &lt;br /&gt;That kind of faith is hard especially when you've grown up and you've been around the world and seen what can happen when you put your trust in the wrong things and people but we have a cloud of witnesses both in the Book of Treasures and around you who have trusted in God and found that faith rewarded (in a good way) If you're reading this then you have stumbled upon another witness. Take that leap today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed&lt;br /&gt;GretaMichelle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meditate:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proverbs 28:26&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Luke 17:6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An the Lord said, If ye &lt;br /&gt;had faith as a grain of mustard seed,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;ye might say unto this sycamine tree, &lt;br /&gt;Be thou plucked up by the root, and &lt;br /&gt;be thou planted in the sea and it should obey you.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why not take a few minutes to read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke 17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reflect:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In today's fast-paced, crazy, technology-oriented world, how do I get that kind of faith and keep it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095009873611265162-1149909858748465211?l=gmjfd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/feeds/1149909858748465211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/2010/03/leap-of-faith.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095009873611265162/posts/default/1149909858748465211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095009873611265162/posts/default/1149909858748465211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/2010/03/leap-of-faith.html' title='Leap of Faith'/><author><name>GretaMichelle Joachim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556357767441755955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/Se5NgFaRmKI/AAAAAAAAAHg/a7ntbLEUWwg/S220/Painting+in+La+Lune.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/S6n6OBoSCaI/AAAAAAAAAUg/tYhI6ROeLDY/s72-c/E685319077A68AC5F4F8B5A3D98B17B1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095009873611265162.post-4475157101991366175</id><published>2010-03-23T07:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T08:05:48.770-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stand Your Ground!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/S6ieSmp0ZbI/AAAAAAAAAUY/UrADdgX3itY/s1600-h/Driftwood+San+Soucci+Acrylics+16x20+Sept.+2008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/S6ieSmp0ZbI/AAAAAAAAAUY/UrADdgX3itY/s320/Driftwood+San+Soucci+Acrylics+16x20+Sept.+2008.jpg" vt="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The Lord impressed me with three words this morning as I wrestled with my little goliath.&amp;nbsp;They are&amp;nbsp;"Stand Your Ground" the title of todays post. Often times we allow the people that matter to us most; big and small&amp;nbsp;to blackmail and compel us to deviate from our God-appointed goal. Now it's important to be able to make allowances and be prepared to compromise for family members but it should never be at the expense of our principles nor at the expense of our relationship wtih God. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;My message today is simple and short. If you know that what you are doing is what God asks of you , stand your ground. If God has given you a task or a vision and you are sure that it is from God, stand your ground. If you have to say no to a loved one about something that God has revealed to you could be harmful to him/her, say no in love but stand against the buffeting winds of accusation and whines of betrayal. Eventually they will get it and apologise to you or not, but most importantly, you would have earned God's favor; which is even more than silver and gold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Your family needs to depend on you to hold fast to the things that are good; the things that are godly, even if that means denying them. (Yes I did say denying them)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Be blessed&lt;br /&gt;GretaMichelle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meditate:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;1Thessalonians 5:21&lt;br /&gt;Prove all things; hold fast that which is good.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why not take a few minutes to read:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reflect:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew 10:37 says that if we love our parents or our children more than we love God, we are not worthy of Him. What does that mean? Is Christ saying&amp;nbsp; that to love them is wrong?&lt;br /&gt;If not, then how should we love them? Why should love to God be first? (Matthew 6:33)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095009873611265162-4475157101991366175?l=gmjfd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/feeds/4475157101991366175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/2010/03/stand-your-ground.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095009873611265162/posts/default/4475157101991366175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095009873611265162/posts/default/4475157101991366175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/2010/03/stand-your-ground.html' title='Stand Your Ground!'/><author><name>GretaMichelle Joachim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556357767441755955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/Se5NgFaRmKI/AAAAAAAAAHg/a7ntbLEUWwg/S220/Painting+in+La+Lune.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/S6ieSmp0ZbI/AAAAAAAAAUY/UrADdgX3itY/s72-c/Driftwood+San+Soucci+Acrylics+16x20+Sept.+2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095009873611265162.post-3569703509935310193</id><published>2010-03-22T07:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T07:27:48.201-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pruning Time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/S6dNCOihKPI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/B0V81K9i42U/s1600-h/PrunedRed+Donna.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="146" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/S6dNCOihKPI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/B0V81K9i42U/s200/PrunedRed+Donna.jpg" vt="true" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Donna Schaffer,Pruned Red Grapevines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I was reading the blog of my friend Nicole and she was talking about spring cleaning and how we can view it as God's way of clearing out the clutter in our lives. This got me thinking about the pruning process that Bruce Wilkinson talks about in his book: "Secrets of the Vine"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I've always wanted to visit a grape vineyard; not&amp;nbsp;to taste the wine but for the experience of walking through rows of succulent grapes, picking a few and tasting its sweetness as the juices spill over my tongue. I want to experience the triumph of a good harvest and the laughter of 'dancing' the grapes which reminds me so much of the cocoa dance here. Of course I want to paint the experience; the vitality and colour of it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much must go into making sure that a harvest is perfect. One important part of that process is the pruning. The cutting away of the unwanted branches so that the vine, when it grows,&amp;nbsp; grows correctly and yields an&amp;nbsp;uptimum harvest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I imagine that that's what God thinks of when He allows us to go through our fiery trials. It's a way for us to let loose of all the dead limbs; the habits that are keeping us from reaching our true potential; the unwanted character flaws. The more painful the pruning the more ingrained the habit, the more unhealthy the flaw. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pruning, I guess, is just another part of faith. We have to be still in order for God to do His work in us. We have to be willing to sing a song of praise through the pain.&amp;nbsp;I know that I have a few that need to go and if this pruning experience is going to make me into a more loving and nurturing mother, a better wife a more inspired artist and writer, and more than just an ordinary servant&amp;nbsp;then I say bring it on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed&lt;br /&gt;GretaMichelle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meditate:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;James 1: 2-4&lt;br /&gt;My brethren, count it all joy when ye fall into divers temptations;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Knowing this, that the trying of your faith worketh patience. &lt;br /&gt;But let patience have her perfect work, that ye may be perfect &lt;br /&gt;and entire, wanting nothing.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why not take a few minutes to read:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reflect:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spend so much time complaining about the hardships in our lives that we fail to see the potential in them to be blessings in disguise.&lt;br /&gt;What would happen if, just for a moment, we stopped and thanked God for them instead and said to Him &lt;br /&gt;"Lord, do your work in me. Make me perfect and whole"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095009873611265162-3569703509935310193?l=gmjfd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/feeds/3569703509935310193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/2010/03/pruning-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095009873611265162/posts/default/3569703509935310193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095009873611265162/posts/default/3569703509935310193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/2010/03/pruning-time.html' title='Pruning Time!'/><author><name>GretaMichelle Joachim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556357767441755955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/Se5NgFaRmKI/AAAAAAAAAHg/a7ntbLEUWwg/S220/Painting+in+La+Lune.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/S6dNCOihKPI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/B0V81K9i42U/s72-c/PrunedRed+Donna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095009873611265162.post-319126520271869429</id><published>2010-03-21T12:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T12:08:45.874-04:00</updated><title type='text'>That's What Faith Says</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/S6ZAESRvpmI/AAAAAAAAAUI/hdE3HfbEKNg/s1600-h/300px-Daniellion.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/S6ZAESRvpmI/AAAAAAAAAUI/hdE3HfbEKNg/s320/300px-Daniellion.jpg" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Briton Riviere, Daniel in the Lion's Den&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There are times when God is silent; when it seems as though He has no intention of answering and He seems literally a million miles away. It is at these times I need Him most and it is at these times I feel as though He is far away and I'm stumbling around in the dark mire that is life with all its hiccups and train wrecks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should I do? Should I turn away? Find another solution? What should I do? I'm to be still and know (Psalm 46:10). What do I do? Well, I am not one for standing still. Quiet I can take in huge doses but standing still? Right now that's what He wants me to do. There are many conflicting voices in my head. If I don't stand still I might listen to the wrong one and do the wrong thing; make the wrong move. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am standing still. The urge to twitch, to move, to take charge&amp;nbsp;is strong but, my belief that God &lt;em&gt;will &lt;/em&gt;speak; that He &lt;em&gt;will &lt;/em&gt;answer has to be stronger. I have to see&amp;nbsp;the cloud the size of a man's hand and know that it will rain in the midst of the drought.&amp;nbsp;I must praise God for the deliverance from the thorn in my flesh even while it pricks and pains. That's what faith says. That's what faith does. Faith sits still and rests until the matter is resolved by &lt;em&gt;the&lt;/em&gt; God who does not rest until it is resolved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed&lt;br /&gt;GretaMichelle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meditate:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Ruth 3:18&lt;br /&gt;Then said she, sit still, my daugher, until thou know&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;how the matter will fall: for the man will not be in rest,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;until he have finished the thing this day.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why not take a few minutes and read:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 46&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Reflect:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I honestly say that rushing headlong has been the source of unerring success? &lt;br /&gt;If the answer is "no" Why do I still do it? Wouldn't it just be better to be still and know?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095009873611265162-319126520271869429?l=gmjfd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/feeds/319126520271869429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/2010/03/thats-what-faith-says.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095009873611265162/posts/default/319126520271869429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095009873611265162/posts/default/319126520271869429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/2010/03/thats-what-faith-says.html' title='That&apos;s What Faith Says'/><author><name>GretaMichelle Joachim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556357767441755955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/Se5NgFaRmKI/AAAAAAAAAHg/a7ntbLEUWwg/S220/Painting+in+La+Lune.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/S6ZAESRvpmI/AAAAAAAAAUI/hdE3HfbEKNg/s72-c/300px-Daniellion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095009873611265162.post-5008709596074243924</id><published>2010-03-20T08:37:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T12:06:49.667-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Where is It?</title><content type='html'>I am struggling with an issue. it's a situation that if I approach it incorrectly; hastily, the repercussions could be disastrous, long term. So I must be very careful. The situation is so intense that it's threatening to pull me under. So I have decided to fast and pray today. I asked the Lord this morning to teach me; reveal to me something new. I asked Him to give me direction and comfort and solace. Yet I have been feeling weepy and despondent over the whole thing because I've been going back and picking it up. I took up my Womens' Ministries Devotional book "Sanctuary" and the reading for today was a direct jab at me from God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where is your Faith?" That's what He asked me. "Haven't I worked things out for you in the past? Haven't I always been there for you and directed you- when you allowed me too? I promised I would never leave you nor forsake you" (Isaiah 41:17) "I promised that I will go before you to clear a path for your feet" (Isaiah 42:16) "Haven't I promised that I will fight for you?" (Deuteronomy 1:30)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If I have promised and have fulfilled before, why do you think I will not do it for you now? I know how to take care of my own."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My prayer now is Lord, help now my unbelief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed&lt;br /&gt;GretaMichelle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Meditate:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Joshua 1:9&lt;br /&gt;Have I not commanded thee? Be strong and of a good courage;&lt;br /&gt;be not afraid, neither be thou dismayed: for the Lord thy God&lt;br /&gt;is with thee whithersoever thou goest.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Why not take a few minutes to read:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Isaiah 41&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Reflect:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;If God has come through for me so many times in the past, why is it I still can't seem to trust Him with my life?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095009873611265162-5008709596074243924?l=gmjfd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/feeds/5008709596074243924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/2010/03/where-is-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095009873611265162/posts/default/5008709596074243924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095009873611265162/posts/default/5008709596074243924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/2010/03/where-is-it.html' title='Where is It?'/><author><name>GretaMichelle Joachim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556357767441755955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/Se5NgFaRmKI/AAAAAAAAAHg/a7ntbLEUWwg/S220/Painting+in+La+Lune.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095009873611265162.post-53349553348688428</id><published>2010-03-19T07:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T07:08:23.980-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Claim It!</title><content type='html'>Sometimes the only thing you can do is claim a promise. This is what I need to claim this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Romans 8:26&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Likewise the Spirit also helpeth our infirmities: &lt;br /&gt;for we know not what we should pray for as &lt;br /&gt;we ought: but the Spirit itlself maketh &lt;br /&gt;intercession for us with groanings which cannot be uttered.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord I need your Spirit to pray for me today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed&lt;br /&gt;GretaMichelle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095009873611265162-53349553348688428?l=gmjfd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/feeds/53349553348688428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/2010/03/claim-it.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095009873611265162/posts/default/53349553348688428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095009873611265162/posts/default/53349553348688428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/2010/03/claim-it.html' title='Claim It!'/><author><name>GretaMichelle Joachim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556357767441755955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/Se5NgFaRmKI/AAAAAAAAAHg/a7ntbLEUWwg/S220/Painting+in+La+Lune.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095009873611265162.post-2322697635879603073</id><published>2010-03-18T10:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T10:25:19.894-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Passion!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/S6IzbWo_KZI/AAAAAAAAAUA/GFR6fEz90nY/s1600-h/t9046-jacob-wrestling-with-the-angel-eug-ne-delacroix.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/S6IzbWo_KZI/AAAAAAAAAUA/GFR6fEz90nY/s320/t9046-jacob-wrestling-with-the-angel-eug-ne-delacroix.jpg" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Eugene Delacroix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Jacob wrestking with the Angel, 1861&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I've been sharing with you this week the insights Dr Barry C. Black, Chaplin for the U.S. Senate, shared with the young&amp;nbsp; and the not so young on Sunday. We've looked at recognising opportunities, we' ve harnessed prayer and we also recognised the opposing factors. The forth key and a very important one and also the first&amp;nbsp;key, is passion. You must have a passion for change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Nothing can be achieved without a desire for it. Unless you truly want positive change in your life; whether it be for a job, for a habit you're trying to break for your marriage to work, whatever it is, unless you truly want that change you will find that you are trying to push a huge rock up a steep hill all by yourself. Any action or expereince comes first with desire, thought, dream. Then it moves to action. Desire is the vehicle that is oiled and gassed by action and vice versa. We need each in order for the other to be effective. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Jacob had a desire for change. He recognised that he needed that blessing from God. His words as he held on to the Lord were this " I will not let you go unless you bless me" (Genesis 32:26)&amp;nbsp;His passion brought about the desired results. His name was changed. No longer was he the usurper; he was now Israel: God strives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't found your passion yet; that thing that drives you to get up in the morning and shout "Thank you God' for the job or the ministry or the job that is a ministry, it's not too late. God our Father is always willing to give good gifts to them that ask Him. (Matthew 7:11)&amp;nbsp;Find that passion for change. Find that desire to be effective and that desire coupled with prayer and the power that comes&amp;nbsp;in the form of the Holy Spirit&amp;nbsp;will help you to overcome the opposition and not only that, also to succeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed&lt;br /&gt;GretaMichelle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meditate:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Proverbs 21:5&lt;br /&gt;The plans of the diligent lead surely to plenty, ...&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why not take a few minutes to read:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genesis 32&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reflect:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your passion? Is it art or music or writing or science? What have you been doing to nurture it?&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't figured it out yet, what are you doing to make it happen; to tap into that inner valve that releases your true potential and purpose?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095009873611265162-2322697635879603073?l=gmjfd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/feeds/2322697635879603073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/2010/03/passion.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095009873611265162/posts/default/2322697635879603073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095009873611265162/posts/default/2322697635879603073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/2010/03/passion.html' title='Passion!'/><author><name>GretaMichelle Joachim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556357767441755955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/Se5NgFaRmKI/AAAAAAAAAHg/a7ntbLEUWwg/S220/Painting+in+La+Lune.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/S6IzbWo_KZI/AAAAAAAAAUA/GFR6fEz90nY/s72-c/t9046-jacob-wrestling-with-the-angel-eug-ne-delacroix.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095009873611265162.post-397771728789291020</id><published>2010-03-17T06:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T06:59:10.331-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Opportunity knocks But So Does Opposition</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/S6A9lws9qYI/AAAAAAAAATw/25RL5S2x12c/s1600-h/J+M+W+Turner+The+Fighting+Teneraire,+1838+oil+36x48+National+Gallery+London" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/S6A9lws9qYI/AAAAAAAAATw/25RL5S2x12c/s320/J+M+W+Turner+The+Fighting+Teneraire,+1838+oil+36x48+National+Gallery+London" vt="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;J.M.W. Turner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;The Fighting Temeraire, 1838,oil, 36" x 48"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;National Gallery, London&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Key three in our list of how to afffect successful change comes wrapped in an unhappy wrapper. This unhappy wrapper is called 'opposition' Unfortunately, there is always going to be someone who wants to rain on your parade; someone who, because of his/her own failures or lack of drive or goals has decided that no one else must have the 'it'. What do you do? Do you cave and crumble under the overwhelming force that can come as a result of the 'nay sayer '? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you make up your mind I want to point out some very important truths. Opposition says no but God says 'yea and amen" through Christ. (2Corinthians 1: 20) With God the word impossible does not exist. (Matthew 19:26) God says He &lt;em&gt;wil&lt;/em&gt;l fight for you and also guide you as you respond to your detractors. (50: 5-7) Most important, the Lord is not out to 'get you' (Jeremiah 29:11-13) There's more but then I wouldn't be able to write anything else so I hope that you search the book of treasure and find others to share with others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that you have these truths in hand and heart, let me put forward this idea. Opposition can be helpful. (What?) The Confuscian saying that nothing worthwhile&amp;nbsp;comes cheaply, is true. We love quick fixes and easy money but in reality, these are as transient as a piece of burnt paper: the touch can cause it to crumble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When&amp;nbsp;you face opposition, think of it as the crucible; the fire that will purge the piece of gold and thereby increase its value. Think of it as the strengthening of your character; because how you respond to any situation determines your outcome more. Think of opposition as opportunity in disguise; a disguise that you can see through if you arm yourself with the right set of eyes: prayer. Now remember, I said this will not be easy I am still learning the lesson) but if you want to be successful, if you want to affect change that will enhance your life, then be prepared for opposition knowing that you can overcome. (Philippians 4:13)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr Black gave as one of his illustrations David. David was only about 17&amp;nbsp;years when he faced down the mighty Goliath. He never buckled, he never feared. He gave as good as he got. Why? Because he had discovered early, the truths that I have shared with you today. He believed God would do what He said and so he was able to tell Goliath: "You come to me&amp;nbsp; with a sword and with a spear and with a shield: but I come to you in the name of the Lord of hosts... This day will the Lord deliver you into mine hand..." (1Samuel 17: 45-47)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now that you have read this and you have prayed and armed yourself with the power of God, go forth and conquer opposition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed&lt;br /&gt;GretaMichelle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meditate:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Isaiah 50: 5-7&lt;br /&gt;The Lord hath opened my ear, and I was not rebellious, &lt;br /&gt;neither turned away back. I gave m back to the smiters,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;and my cheeks to them that plucked off the hair; I hid &lt;br /&gt;not my face from shame and spitting. For the Lord God &lt;br /&gt;will help me; therefore shall I not ve confounded: therefore&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;have I set my face like a flint, and I know that I shall not &lt;br /&gt;be ashamed. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why not take a few minutes to read:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1Samuel 17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reflect:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have there been opposition to your dreams and goals that was so intense it caused to deviate from your purpose?&lt;br /&gt;Now that you can recognise them, are you going to continue to allow them to hold you back?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you didn't give in, maybe you did set your face like a flint. What did you do? How can you share this knowledge with someone else and thereby empower them?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095009873611265162-397771728789291020?l=gmjfd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/feeds/397771728789291020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/2010/03/opportunity-knocks-but-so-does.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095009873611265162/posts/default/397771728789291020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095009873611265162/posts/default/397771728789291020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/2010/03/opportunity-knocks-but-so-does.html' title='Opportunity knocks But So Does Opposition'/><author><name>GretaMichelle Joachim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556357767441755955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/Se5NgFaRmKI/AAAAAAAAAHg/a7ntbLEUWwg/S220/Painting+in+La+Lune.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/S6A9lws9qYI/AAAAAAAAATw/25RL5S2x12c/s72-c/J+M+W+Turner+The+Fighting+Teneraire,+1838+oil+36x48+National+Gallery+London' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095009873611265162.post-1064652546915079867</id><published>2010-03-16T06:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T22:09:40.160-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Opportunity Knocks- Prayer Answers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/S59gdZ9Kj5I/AAAAAAAAATo/ksacBaXy89k/s1600-h/durerhands.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/S59gdZ9Kj5I/AAAAAAAAATo/ksacBaXy89k/s320/durerhands.jpg" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Albrecht Durer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Praying Hands, study&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So, opportunity is knocking. You may or may not hear it and if you do, you might not recognise it as an opportunity for you to achieve successful change. How do you do it? How do you grasp the opportunities presented to you? This brings us to the second key that Dr Black spoke about; harnessing the power of prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word harness here is an indication as to what is involved. The dictionary tells us that a harness is an armor used for either a man or a horse. This signals protection. So prayer is like an armor that&amp;nbsp; can be used to shield&amp;nbsp;us and help us discern the opportunities that will aid and enable us positively and also help us discern those that will be toxic to our growth as a person and to our goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A harness is also an instrument used to control. It is placed on a horse or donkey and by so doing, one is able to control the animal and thereby allow it to carry load safely; whether that load is human or man-made. A harness does not harm.&amp;nbsp;It is not there to enslave.&amp;nbsp;It is there to focus the potential.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The implication here is that the animal has power and capabilities that would be useful if disciiplined. So too, prayer has power that can be useful to us. Notice I said &lt;em&gt;useful&lt;/em&gt; and not &lt;em&gt;convenient.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We harness the power of prayer by using it responsibly; by allowing God to control our wills&amp;nbsp; (Oh no she didn't!) our desires, our goals and aspirations We harness prayer by being steadfast; not praying only when we have a need or a want, but by fostering a prayer relationship with God. Afterall, how many of us would want to keep a friend that only remembers us when he or she is in need? (Thankfully God is not like man)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayer has power that we have not even begun to imagine; to experience. When I was a child and read the stories of the bible of the great and small men and women who prayed and things happened I thought they were just that, stories, until I started taking God at His word and allowing Him to work in me. There are&amp;nbsp;eperiences that I have gone through, things I've accomplished that could only have happened because of&amp;nbsp; Divine intercession. Thank you God for prayer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have power at your fingertips. It takes discipline and a conscious determination but once started, you wonder how you ever lived without it. Don't you think it's time to start exploring the possibilities; the great potential that can be manifested in the right conversation with the right Power Source?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed&lt;br /&gt;GretaMichelle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meditate:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;1Thessalonians 5:17&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Pray without ceasing.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why not take a few minutes and read and meditate on:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1Chronicles 4:9,10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Very important prayer! You don't want to miss it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reflect:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How important is communicating with God to you? Are you anxious that you will not have an ear? &lt;br /&gt;The bible says that God's eyes run to and fro over his children. He hears even before you ask.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Why not take a chance and reach out? Let Him know how you feel. Let Him know your concerns. &lt;br /&gt;Take it one prayer at a time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095009873611265162-1064652546915079867?l=gmjfd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/feeds/1064652546915079867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/2010/03/opportunity-knocks-prayer-answers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095009873611265162/posts/default/1064652546915079867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095009873611265162/posts/default/1064652546915079867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/2010/03/opportunity-knocks-prayer-answers.html' title='Opportunity Knocks- Prayer Answers'/><author><name>GretaMichelle Joachim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556357767441755955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/Se5NgFaRmKI/AAAAAAAAAHg/a7ntbLEUWwg/S220/Painting+in+La+Lune.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/S59gdZ9Kj5I/AAAAAAAAATo/ksacBaXy89k/s72-c/durerhands.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095009873611265162.post-4156434204065217456</id><published>2010-03-15T06:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T06:14:43.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Opportunity is Knocking!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/S54GfgFSzYI/AAAAAAAAATg/yC2u_pVJIhQ/s1600-h/etc+et+al+001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/S54GfgFSzYI/AAAAAAAAATg/yC2u_pVJIhQ/s200/etc+et+al+001.jpg" vt="true" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;First major painting I ever did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Boy am I thankful that I took advantage of that opportunity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was fantastic. I attended, with my daughter, a youth conference in which Right Admiral Dr Barry C. Black, Chaplain of the U.S. Senate was the key note speaker. He outlined for the young people there, four ways to be successful. I thought I'd spend some time talking about each of them&amp;nbsp;with you this week.&lt;br /&gt;The first one was "Be prepared for opportunities" In being prepared for opportunities you would be able to recognise them in whatever form they come even if they come disguised as work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I want to focus on today though, is this. Most of the time we allow ourselves to see opportunities but the one opportunity that always presents itself; the one where we can get to know the One who created us and knows us best; and i'm not talking about joining a church or getting religion. I'm talking about simply sitting down and saying "Lord, I don't know you and I would like to get to" Why is it we can open ourselves up to new experiences in foods, clothes, places, people and even jobs but we shy away from knowing God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I opened myself up to the possibility of learning something new yesterday and even the first time I was faced with the invitation to meet God that a lot of the other great opportunities I have had presented themselves. What's holding you back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed&lt;br /&gt;GretaMichelle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Take a few minutes to read, meditate and reflect on;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Nehemiah's story in the book of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nehemiah 1-13&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may seem like a lot of reading but if you read 1 chapter a day this week you can let it go over. It's a great story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095009873611265162-4156434204065217456?l=gmjfd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/feeds/4156434204065217456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/2010/03/opportunity-is-knocking.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095009873611265162/posts/default/4156434204065217456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095009873611265162/posts/default/4156434204065217456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/2010/03/opportunity-is-knocking.html' title='Opportunity is Knocking!'/><author><name>GretaMichelle Joachim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556357767441755955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/Se5NgFaRmKI/AAAAAAAAAHg/a7ntbLEUWwg/S220/Painting+in+La+Lune.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/S54GfgFSzYI/AAAAAAAAATg/yC2u_pVJIhQ/s72-c/etc+et+al+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095009873611265162.post-729849778610084390</id><published>2010-03-14T06:24:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T19:06:22.829-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What Kind Do You Have?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/S5y4x5iZFBI/AAAAAAAAATQ/NWinHbHH4F4/s1600-h/Colour+Splash.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/S5y4x5iZFBI/AAAAAAAAATQ/NWinHbHH4F4/s320/Colour+Splash.bmp" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Kezia Maya Fox (my daughter)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Colour Splash&amp;nbsp;Inter-weave,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;digital art&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This morning as I read my devotional and studied my lesson for today from my quarterly bible study, one question kept confronting me and that was what kind of relationship did I have with God? I completed my morning devotions and stared the question in the eye, trying to come up with an answer that both God and I would be satisfied with. But the truth was, no matter how I could spin it I had to admit that my relationship track record with God was not that impressive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There had been too many times when I had disregarded the rules of conduct and told God how &lt;em&gt;He &lt;/em&gt;should behave and what &lt;em&gt;He&lt;/em&gt; should do. There had been too many times I had ignored Him and gone off to march to my own drum. There had been too many selfish times; too many times of mis-placed moments of mistrust -on my part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My relationship style needed a serious overhaul. For a moment, I became anxious but then reality shifted back into place I became aware of one very poignant fact. God had not gone anywhere. Through it all He had remained, patiently working in my life; smoothing out the rough edges and teaching me what a real relationship is like. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prayed this morning that my relationship with Him would be one where I ultimately commit my life to His care and keeping. Afterall who best to keep and care for it than the One who created it and knows it intimately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;So... What kind do &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed&lt;br /&gt;GretaMichelle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meditate:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Isaiah 55: 6&lt;br /&gt;Seek ye the Lord while he may be found, call ye upon him while he is near:&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why not take a few minutes to read:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaiah 55&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reflect:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On your relationship with God: where it is and where it needs to be. What's holding you back from making it a meaningful one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do stop by and have a chat. It's lonely here without you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095009873611265162-729849778610084390?l=gmjfd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/feeds/729849778610084390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-kind-do-you-have.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095009873611265162/posts/default/729849778610084390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095009873611265162/posts/default/729849778610084390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-kind-do-you-have.html' title='What Kind Do You Have?'/><author><name>GretaMichelle Joachim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556357767441755955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/Se5NgFaRmKI/AAAAAAAAAHg/a7ntbLEUWwg/S220/Painting+in+La+Lune.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/S5y4x5iZFBI/AAAAAAAAATQ/NWinHbHH4F4/s72-c/Colour+Splash.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095009873611265162.post-4561622990668693591</id><published>2010-03-13T11:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T11:45:36.659-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Food for Thought.</title><content type='html'>Happy Sabbath. &lt;br /&gt;Today I leave with you a link I hope that you will use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://usc.edu.tt/collegechurch/online.php"&gt;Barry Black&lt;/a&gt; speaking at the University of the Southern Caribbean Alumni Homecoming. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed&lt;br /&gt;GretaMichelle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095009873611265162-4561622990668693591?l=gmjfd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/feeds/4561622990668693591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/2010/03/food-for-thought.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095009873611265162/posts/default/4561622990668693591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095009873611265162/posts/default/4561622990668693591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/2010/03/food-for-thought.html' title='Food for Thought.'/><author><name>GretaMichelle Joachim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556357767441755955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/Se5NgFaRmKI/AAAAAAAAAHg/a7ntbLEUWwg/S220/Painting+in+La+Lune.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095009873611265162.post-3894623261708068957</id><published>2010-03-10T06:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T06:53:22.115-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time management'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inventory'/><title type='text'>It's Time to Take Stock</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/S5d5fl4RZLI/AAAAAAAAATI/I4LhPIa9FtE/s1600-h/untitled.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/S5d5fl4RZLI/AAAAAAAAATI/I4LhPIa9FtE/s320/untitled.bmp" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Elizabeth Lisy Figueroa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Our Inner Clocks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's the middle of the week already. How time flies. As you move around in your sphere of influence I want you to remember that and make every minute count. Take an inventory of the things you've accomplished. Are they what you wanted to do or were you distracted by the side roads and decided to turn off the course? How many of them were really crucial? How many were just something to do? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the list of still to do. what does that look like? Does it still seem long and endless? Is it still full of the really important? What does that say about your time and the way that you have organised it? I know what it says about mine. Sometimes in making our to do lists we neglect to take the time to prioritise; to put the important things first. In this fast paced world it is important to make sure that we make time to do the things that are surely necessary for our survival like spending time every morning to say "Thank you God", like spending time with our loved ones in prayer, especially our children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has given us 24 hours in which to operate.(Ecclesiastes 3)&amp;nbsp;It behooves us to plan our activities in such a way that we make ample use of it so that we go to bed at the end of the day, satisfied and thankful. Why not take that inventory now . Let's make each second count as something meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed&lt;br /&gt;GretaMichelle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meditate:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Ecclesiastes 1:1&lt;br /&gt;To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why not take a few minutes to read:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Ecclesiastes 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reflect: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you go through your to do list and take note of the not so important, how many of them are you prepared cross off your list? &lt;br /&gt;If we take the step and remove some of them will they really take away from our lives?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095009873611265162-3894623261708068957?l=gmjfd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/feeds/3894623261708068957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-time-to-take-stock.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095009873611265162/posts/default/3894623261708068957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095009873611265162/posts/default/3894623261708068957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-time-to-take-stock.html' title='It&apos;s Time to Take Stock'/><author><name>GretaMichelle Joachim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556357767441755955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/Se5NgFaRmKI/AAAAAAAAAHg/a7ntbLEUWwg/S220/Painting+in+La+Lune.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/S5d5fl4RZLI/AAAAAAAAATI/I4LhPIa9FtE/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095009873611265162.post-5218413942849363481</id><published>2010-03-09T11:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T11:10:56.278-04:00</updated><title type='text'>To Every Season</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/S5ZZ1ukSypI/AAAAAAAAATA/pmHYEvNSQsU/s1600-h/220px-The_Persistence_of_Memory.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/S5ZZ1ukSypI/AAAAAAAAATA/pmHYEvNSQsU/s320/220px-The_Persistence_of_Memory.jpg" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Salvador Dali, the Persistence of Memory, 1931&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;oil on canvas, 9.5x13"&amp;nbsp; Museum of Modern Art, New York&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;My post is late today, due to militating circumstances. Circumstances that were not beyond my control; circumstances that I opened the door to because of the choices I made this morning and how I have been using my time. I was disappointed that I didn't get a chance to do what I have started; post every morning, because, even though I don't know if anyone is&amp;nbsp;or who is reading my posts, I cannot simply just leave it up to ignorance and not post. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This started me on a reflective&amp;nbsp;on how I use the time that I have been given. How much of my time; the time that I lost for one resason or another could have been put to better use; could have been spent with my family; my daughter doing something that would have affirmed her or given her the assurance that what she was interested in was important. How much work- meaningful work could have been accomplished, how many people I could have ministered to in one way or another, how many paintings I could have painted, how many... how many...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Time is something we definitely take for granted. We seem to think that it's an entitlement; something we have earned the right to, therefore, something that we can use in an &lt;em&gt;ad hoc&lt;/em&gt; manner. The reality is time just as anything else we have is a gift; a gift given by the grace of God. A chance to make right the mistakes of yesterday, a chance to renew our commitment to God, a chance to show our family and neighbours love. The bible says that tomorrow is not promised to us; all we have is the now (Hebrews 4:7). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Are we going to go through life living with regrets because we squandered the time that God gave us or are we going to show gratitude for the gift by making every minute count; by making every minute a beautiful gift to someone else by sharing our time with them, doing something that will make our lives well lived?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Be blessed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;GretaMichelle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meditate:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Ecclesiastes 9: 10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do it with thy might; for there is no work, nor device, nor knowledge, nor wisdom, in the grave, whither thou goest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Why not take a few minutes to read:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ecclesiastes 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reflect:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how do I use my time? How can I make better use of my time? Am I showing grattitude to God for the time that He has given me by using it wisely and making informed choices that will secure my tomorrow?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095009873611265162-5218413942849363481?l=gmjfd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/feeds/5218413942849363481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/2010/03/to-every-season.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095009873611265162/posts/default/5218413942849363481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095009873611265162/posts/default/5218413942849363481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/2010/03/to-every-season.html' title='To Every Season'/><author><name>GretaMichelle Joachim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556357767441755955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/Se5NgFaRmKI/AAAAAAAAAHg/a7ntbLEUWwg/S220/Painting+in+La+Lune.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/S5ZZ1ukSypI/AAAAAAAAATA/pmHYEvNSQsU/s72-c/220px-The_Persistence_of_Memory.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095009873611265162.post-1644477712012100990</id><published>2010-03-08T07:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T07:07:43.678-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Assignment this Week</title><content type='html'>The&amp;nbsp;new week is&amp;nbsp;already one day old.&amp;nbsp;Have you figured out what your purpose&amp;nbsp; for this is week yet? Why not try these steps. Be creative. Be inspiring. Touch a hand and bring warmth and support. Touch a heart and show care and extend love. Reach one person today with a smile and a hello. Like the little girl who tried to rescue the star fish on the beach one at a time so we too can create a peaceful environment where we are, one smile at a time; one kindness at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GretaMichelle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meditate:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;1Thessalonians 5:15&lt;br /&gt;See that none render evil for evil unto any man; but ever follow that which is good, &lt;br /&gt;both among yourselves and to all men.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why not take a few minutes to read:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proverbs 17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reflect:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much effort does it take to show kindness as opposed to being angry and unkind? Who really benefits when we are unkind?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095009873611265162-1644477712012100990?l=gmjfd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/feeds/1644477712012100990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/2010/03/your-assignment-this-week.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095009873611265162/posts/default/1644477712012100990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095009873611265162/posts/default/1644477712012100990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/2010/03/your-assignment-this-week.html' title='Your Assignment this Week'/><author><name>GretaMichelle Joachim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556357767441755955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/Se5NgFaRmKI/AAAAAAAAAHg/a7ntbLEUWwg/S220/Painting+in+La+Lune.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095009873611265162.post-5249343270268837569</id><published>2010-03-07T12:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T12:03:25.467-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Things We Need Most</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/S5PL89qYgvI/AAAAAAAAAS4/oWPWht00gLE/s1600-h/101_0149.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/S5PL89qYgvI/AAAAAAAAAS4/oWPWht00gLE/s200/101_0149.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;My Hands are Tied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Progress. The dictionary defines it as a "moving forward and onward"; " advance towards perfection" Are we&amp;nbsp;really progressing? Women fought and gained 'equal rights' yet they are still paid a lower wage than men, in some cases, for the same job. Their contributions to the arts and sciences are still downplayed to a large extent. The work they do in the homes is still called being a 'housewife' and not an all-rounder of great importance. The statistics for abuse and violence against women reads one in every three women. It's 2010. Is that progress?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We now have both mother and father working outside the homes. More often than not our children are left in the care of a stranger or on their own. Their new caregiver is the television and the computer. They wind up in chat rooms where, like Alice falling down the rabbit hole, they come face to face with untold evils. They end up plastered over the internet,&amp;nbsp;They wind up in gangs,&amp;nbsp; or up to their own devices or worse. It's 2010. Is that progress?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sexual revolution of the 1960s and 1970s ushered in a new era of freedom. Sex was out in the open; to be discussed and experienced freely. It was no longer necessary to be married. By 2010 to be a virgin past 16 is considered taboo; something to be scorned and scoffed at. Sexual promiscuity and &amp;nbsp;immorality is a badge of honour. Now we make movies about having sex with multiple partners.Teenage pregnancies are on the rise. There are more cases of STIs and new strains popping up. No cures, just treatments. Have we progressed yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School. A place where we learnt values of fair play and industry. A place where we knew our children were looked after. Now our children are being shot at and stabbed by classmates and abused by teachers. Now school is a place where children go to have sex and&amp;nbsp;to buy their pot and coke. We no longer pray there. God has been outlawed; persona non grata. 2010. Progress anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The family unit. The model for all other things; institutions and organizations. People with different personalities, even though they are born with the same dna, working together for a common good; a common goal. The home, a place of solace; a place of shelter. Homes have become&amp;nbsp; places to sleep most times. Maybe we'll eat there or not. Maybe we'll see each other on the way out- or not. &amp;nbsp;Divorce is on the rise, single parent households the norm rather than the exception. The ideal home:&amp;nbsp;a father, mother&amp;nbsp;and kids is now daddy, daddy and me or mommy, mommy and me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The elders had a good idea. They came together as a family to pray, thrash things out. They worked at their marriages because they recognised that at some point one or the other will do something stupid; make a mistake; say something dumb and hurtful. At some point one or the other may not feel the love. So&amp;nbsp;they worked because it&amp;nbsp;was something worth working on. Now it's easy to say "I can't do this anymore. I'm going to talk to my lawyer in the morning. I'm taking the kids and moving out" or "I think you should go" Then we go to therapists and psychologists and ask them why we can't seem to have a meaningful relationship and why are our kids so messed up. Isn't it obvious? It's because we are progressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was not God's intent. God wanted us to prosper and be in health. God wanted us to gain knowledge and be educated. But where is the forward? Where is the perfection?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 2010. Welcome to the progressive world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed&lt;br /&gt;GretaMichelle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meditate:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Ecclesiastes 1: 14&lt;br /&gt;I have seen all the works that are done under the sun; and, behold, all is vanity and vexation of spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why not spend some time reading:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eccliastes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reflect:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we so far gone or can we get back on track? How can we get back to some of the ideals that God wanted for His people from the beginning?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095009873611265162-5249343270268837569?l=gmjfd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/feeds/5249343270268837569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/2010/03/things-we-need-most.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095009873611265162/posts/default/5249343270268837569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095009873611265162/posts/default/5249343270268837569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/2010/03/things-we-need-most.html' title='The Things We Need Most'/><author><name>GretaMichelle Joachim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556357767441755955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/Se5NgFaRmKI/AAAAAAAAAHg/a7ntbLEUWwg/S220/Painting+in+La+Lune.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/S5PL89qYgvI/AAAAAAAAAS4/oWPWht00gLE/s72-c/101_0149.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095009873611265162.post-9212980493679157591</id><published>2010-03-06T12:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T12:23:10.189-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank God!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Father I thank you. What do you have to be thankful for? The rent is due and you're broke. Father I thank you because I have never had to live on the streets and face the biting cold winds while wondering if&amp;nbsp; I'll&amp;nbsp;be safe or not wake up because of I froze to death or was robbed and beaten. I know you will provide the rent. You have always provided and you have promised to supply all my needs. (Philippians 4:19)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/S5J_5CkuqTI/AAAAAAAAASw/RLCeOrRpzj4/s1600-h/not+the+family++Von+trap.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/S5J_5CkuqTI/AAAAAAAAASw/RLCeOrRpzj4/s200/not+the+family++Von+trap.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Morning worship at the Grange in Tobago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;What do you have to thank God for? Look at you. You're sick and bedridden. The doctor said that you might not make it. Father I thank you for these limbs that aren't working as well as they should because there are people who have lost theirs. There are people who will never know what pain feels like because they are unable to feel. &amp;nbsp;I thank you that even though my health is not as I would like it to be I am right now still alive and you have promised healing. (Malachi 4:2) So there is the hope of a tomorrow and if not, then thank you for the years that you&amp;nbsp; blessed me with&amp;nbsp; the enjoyment of friends and the love of my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father I thank you. What are you thanking &lt;em&gt;Him&lt;/em&gt; for now? Your cupboards are empty, your stomach is empty. You have lost your job and cannot provide for your family.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Father I thank you because my food has been constant. I have never gone hungry neither has my family and I know today will be no differnet. So I say as David did: "The Lord is my shephard; I shall not want." (Psalm 23:1) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I have to thank God for? Everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meditate:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1Thessalonians 5: 16-18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why not take a few minutes to read:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 23&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reflect:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not easy to be thankful in hard times. In fact, it's downright hard. It is however, healthier. How can we rise above our circumstances and be thankful anyhow? &lt;br /&gt;I have found that in the midst of any hardship, if I purposefully look for things to be thankful for that I usually find them.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;My mother-in-law who is presently in the advanced stages of glaucoma, said that during one of the days when&amp;nbsp;her sight was really dim, she sat down and started talking to God and started listing the things that He had done for her. She said she cried when she realised that&amp;nbsp;there were so many things that she ended up spending the entire day in praise.&lt;br /&gt;How do you practise thankfulness?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095009873611265162-9212980493679157591?l=gmjfd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/feeds/9212980493679157591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/2010/03/thank-god.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095009873611265162/posts/default/9212980493679157591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095009873611265162/posts/default/9212980493679157591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/2010/03/thank-god.html' title='Thank God!'/><author><name>GretaMichelle Joachim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556357767441755955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/Se5NgFaRmKI/AAAAAAAAAHg/a7ntbLEUWwg/S220/Painting+in+La+Lune.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/S5J_5CkuqTI/AAAAAAAAASw/RLCeOrRpzj4/s72-c/not+the+family++Von+trap.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095009873611265162.post-6368613652804612101</id><published>2010-03-05T07:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T07:26:03.113-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to Step Up!</title><content type='html'>Do you wnat to start a revolution that will sweep across this world like and ocean wave at high tide? Do you want to be remembered and immortalised like no artist has ever been? Do you want to make a difference in the world like no president ever has? Be a mentor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We take up our time with so many things and while they are important and most of the time meaningful, we forget that our time on this earth shouldn't simply be spent chasing after our own phantoms, they should also be spent in worthwhile pursuit; In giving to those in need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday I see them. Young women who have no clue as to what a real woman is or how a woman should behave. They are growing up believing &amp;nbsp;that a real woman is loose and 'easy' a real woman must depend on a man in order to get by or a real woman doesn't need to know how to take care of her family since she has a&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; J O B.&lt;br /&gt;There are young men whose idea of a real man is that he's&amp;nbsp;a gun toting, irresponsible stud who doesn't need to work nor does he need to maintain his family nor do anything substantial. All he needs to do is wear his jeans as low as he can and shove gold in his mouth or 'buy' a car that will be the chick magnet of the 21st century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can make such a difference in a young persons life if we just take the time to impart the strong values that we learnt from our parents and mentors and the burns as a result of our own mistakes. Some may say that because society is the way it is they may be spurned by parents for taking an interest in their children. I say to you once your intentions are honourable, they will be welcomed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God expects us to be role models; to be the example and teacher of the young. Women are to teach young girls to respect their womanhood,&amp;nbsp;how to take care of their homes- Yes even in the 21st century- and&amp;nbsp;be the heart of the home. Men are to teach our boys how to be honourable and respectful of our girls and to be the caretaker of the&amp;nbsp;home. Teach them industry&amp;nbsp;and responsibility. Teach them to fear God. Teach them by your example and right living. Isn't it time that we started to impart the right kind of knowledge?&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed&lt;br /&gt;GretaMichelle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take a few minutes to read and Meditate on:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Titus 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095009873611265162-6368613652804612101?l=gmjfd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/feeds/6368613652804612101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/2010/03/time-to-step-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095009873611265162/posts/default/6368613652804612101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095009873611265162/posts/default/6368613652804612101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/2010/03/time-to-step-up.html' title='Time to Step Up!'/><author><name>GretaMichelle Joachim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556357767441755955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/Se5NgFaRmKI/AAAAAAAAAHg/a7ntbLEUWwg/S220/Painting+in+La+Lune.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095009873611265162.post-7831789078996580701</id><published>2010-03-04T06:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T06:53:05.563-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Commit Thy Way</title><content type='html'>Commit thy way unto the Lord; trust also in Him... Ps. 37:5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commitment is a big word so many of us are afraid to utter. It requires us to give up parts of ourselves and time that we would ordinarily not give. It threatens to strip us bare because in order to commit we must be intimate- another big word. We must lay ourselves bare to another imperfect soul and entrust to them our feelings, fears and foul-ups. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet we all need to commit in order to grow and move forward. We all need to take that step of faith where we say “I am not comfortable being this open but I’m willing to take that step.” The process is hard and, in some cases can be disappointing when we place our trust in the wrong things and people. Hearts can be broken; shattered to a point where it seems impossible to mend or to be able to trust again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad that even though committing to people can be a ‘hit and miss’ affair at times that committing to God is a sure thing. The bible says that God’s ways are not our ways and his thoughts not our thoughts. That means that He will not take us for granted and abuse our trust as we sometimes abuse His. It also means that we can be comfortable exposing our true selves to God because He already knows us inside out yet loves us and seeks after us. If there is one thing I’ve learnt so far in the midst of my stumbling around it’s this: There is nothing we can do or say that will change God’s love for us. Isn’t that a sure reason to want to commit our way to God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed&lt;br /&gt;GretaMichelle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meditate:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaiah 55: 6,8,9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why not take a few minutes to read:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaiah 55&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095009873611265162-7831789078996580701?l=gmjfd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/feeds/7831789078996580701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/2010/03/commit-thy-way.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095009873611265162/posts/default/7831789078996580701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095009873611265162/posts/default/7831789078996580701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/2010/03/commit-thy-way.html' title='Commit Thy Way'/><author><name>GretaMichelle Joachim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556357767441755955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/Se5NgFaRmKI/AAAAAAAAAHg/a7ntbLEUWwg/S220/Painting+in+La+Lune.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095009873611265162.post-3450123896307252388</id><published>2010-03-03T06:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T06:52:37.722-04:00</updated><title type='text'>God Does Not Make Mistakes!!</title><content type='html'>I did not possess a lot of confidence in myself as a child. I was cruelly and continuously teased by some of my classmates in high school. That, coupled with other experiences, left&amp;nbsp;scars&amp;nbsp;whose depth I didn't recognise until I was an adult and had to deal with other issues that threatened to push me over. By nature I am not much of a talker. I prefer to listen, to observe.&amp;nbsp;Writing and painting are&amp;nbsp;my preferred means of communication. People might think I'm a snob; some have thought so for years. That may sometimes be the case but, I am by nature shy. Meeting people for the first time is a difficult thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I share this information with you because as a teacher, I encounter a lot of different personalities and one thing is clear in most of them. Their self-esteem, their confidence has taken such a blow that the only way to make themselves feel better is to act out and make others feel bad. Some take refuge in promiscuity, still others becomes junkies and addicts to one thing or another. Then there are those who prefer to just melt into the background and disappear. Our world is fast becoming a place of pain and fear and if we do not wake up and get with it it will soon be run over by pain and fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do we arrest it? Simple. Follow the guidelines set down in the greatest best seller ever written; the bible. Start with our children. Affirm them everyday as often as you can. Not to make them haughty but to make them feel loved and appreciated. By doing this we teach them to respect themselves and others.&lt;br /&gt;Affirm your husband, affirm your wife. Bosses, affirm your employees, teachers affirm your students. &lt;br /&gt;Just in case you think God does not affirm us I leave you with some gems&amp;nbsp;on which to&amp;nbsp;ponder. When He said them, He was thinking of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surely I know the plans I have for you, says the Lord, plans for your welfare and not for harm, to give you a future with hope. Jeremiah 29:11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now thus says the Lord, he who created you, O Jacob (insert your name) he who formed you, O Israel: Do not fear, for I have redeemed you; I have called you by name, you are mine......&lt;br /&gt;Because you are precious in my sight and honoured, and I love you...&amp;nbsp; Isaiah 43: 1-7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Lord you have searched me and known me... I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made... Psalm 139&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being confident in this very thing, that He which hath begun a good work in you, will preform it until the day of Jesus Christ.&amp;nbsp; Philippians 1: 6 (KJV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just a small indication of what God thinks of you. Why not search the scriptures and find more. Learn the truth that you are not a mistake. God does not make mistakes. You were thought of even before your parents thought of you; you were loved even before they loved you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GretaMichelle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reflect:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take time to find some more promises and claim them as your own. When you feel the need for an injection of Godly confidence you can pull one out and claim it as your own.&lt;br /&gt;Take the time to share one with someone else who may also need an injection of God confidence today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095009873611265162-3450123896307252388?l=gmjfd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/feeds/3450123896307252388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/2010/03/god-does-not-make-mistakes.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095009873611265162/posts/default/3450123896307252388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095009873611265162/posts/default/3450123896307252388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/2010/03/god-does-not-make-mistakes.html' title='God Does Not Make Mistakes!!'/><author><name>GretaMichelle Joachim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556357767441755955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/Se5NgFaRmKI/AAAAAAAAAHg/a7ntbLEUWwg/S220/Painting+in+La+Lune.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095009873611265162.post-7175614718591383323</id><published>2010-03-02T07:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T07:03:25.391-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Good News!</title><content type='html'>Wars, violence husbands beating and killing their wives; the ones they have vowed to love honour and cherish in sickness and in health till death do them part. (Somehow I don't think that was the death God had in mind) Child molestation and rape, children killing children, the traffic in human beings for purpose of slavery, or sexual depravity and all this is on a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/S4zvFdK3oSI/AAAAAAAAASo/nU7aXW_5EUU/s1600-h/Mother+and+Child.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/S4zvFdK3oSI/AAAAAAAAASo/nU7aXW_5EUU/s320/Mother+and+Child.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;The scent and sound of violence and death has become a cloak we wear daily; ever with us; ever surrounding us. Remember when the news of someone dying a violent death was big news? Now the big news is which star is sleeping with whom and what they're wearing to which award show. Murder and rape is the norm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am here to throw something else into the pot. &lt;strong&gt;I have good news!&lt;/strong&gt; The good news is that you are alive and therefore can rejoice in that gift. If you're reading this and I do hope you are, then you did not suffer any natural disaster in your area and can rejoice again. The good news is that while we were strangers and enemies, Jesus Christ called us friends and brothers. (Romans 5:8)&amp;nbsp; The good news&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;is that even though it may seem that way right now, you are not alone; there is someone in your corner; fighting on your behalf; loving you and wanting the best for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has given us a tongue and that tongue has the power of life and death. Our tongues can tear down a broken man or it can give him the power to arise out of his self-imposed dungeon. Isn't there enough bad news in the world? Why not give someone some good news today? It's easy. It starts with "Good morning"&amp;nbsp; " Have a nice day"&amp;nbsp; "I love you" "Jesus loves you!" Speak affirmations and blessings into someone's life today. Let's start a new trend; a better way. A way that will flavor the air around us and perfume it with the fragrance of peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed.&lt;br /&gt;GretaMichelle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meditate:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Isaiah 50: 4 (NKJV)*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord has given me the tongue of the learned,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;that I shoud know how to speak a word in season &lt;br /&gt;to him who &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; weary. He awakens me morning by &lt;br /&gt;morning, He awakens my ear to&amp;nbsp; hear as the learned.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why not take a few minutes to read:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proverbs 25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Reflect:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this world today, we are so concerned with our own issues that we have forgotten how to be good neighbours. How can we use our tongue to be a good neighbour today? Remember, your neighbour is not just the person who lives next door. It's anyone whom you meet, who needs a helping hand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To&amp;nbsp;share a thought is to speak a word&amp;nbsp;in season so please comment.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095009873611265162-7175614718591383323?l=gmjfd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/feeds/7175614718591383323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/2010/03/good-news.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095009873611265162/posts/default/7175614718591383323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095009873611265162/posts/default/7175614718591383323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/2010/03/good-news.html' title='Good News!'/><author><name>GretaMichelle Joachim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556357767441755955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/Se5NgFaRmKI/AAAAAAAAAHg/a7ntbLEUWwg/S220/Painting+in+La+Lune.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/S4zvFdK3oSI/AAAAAAAAASo/nU7aXW_5EUU/s72-c/Mother+and+Child.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095009873611265162.post-7084249092900119410</id><published>2010-03-01T06:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T06:18:44.753-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ripples -part 2</title><content type='html'>As parents one of our responsibilities to our children is to teach them that what they do and say affects others. Far too many times their actions are an indictment against us and the neglect of that necessary duty. From violent deaths and suicide, to teenage sexual exploits and pregnancies, to drugs. Our children learn from example; whether it is the example of their own parents or someone elses'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we cannot say that every single child who has a bad example from their parent is going to turn out to be a dysfunctional child, we can make a case for more often than not. Since these entries aren't about stats I will not bore you with them. Suffice to say, however, that as a teacher, I often wonder at the behaviour of my students; the ones who are labelled as 'troubled' or 'trouble-makers' until I meet their parents. All is made clear then and my job is made even more crucial because now the focus is more on counter-acting the negative effects of bad parenting than on teaching a subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might think that I sound harsh here but the reality is that we have been given the responsibility of moulding the leaders of tomorrow. It's a much used statement that has become cliched&amp;nbsp; but that makes it no less true. Our sons and daughters are going to be the presidents and prime ministers, statesmen and doctors and law enforcement officers. &amp;nbsp;The legacy we need to leave with them is that it's okay, even great to be polite; to tell the truth. It's okay to love and respect your wife and family and provide for them. It's okay to be sober and abhor alcohol and not smoke and do drugs. It's okay to want to pray and love the Lord and be a good neighbour and a good friend. It's okay to be on the job on time and give an honest days' work for an honest days' wage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/S4uUYiWF3iI/AAAAAAAAASc/Io_vMJZzYYY/s1600-h/this+is+the+scene.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/S4uUYiWF3iI/AAAAAAAAASc/Io_vMJZzYYY/s200/this+is+the+scene.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;God is going to require of us; all of us; even those of us who don't have kids, (Parenting is not just for those with children, The onus is on all of us to be an example to children) &amp;nbsp;an answer as to what we did with the precious little ones He left in our care. Do we have an answer? Can we account for what we said to them; or to and about others in their presence? Can we say for certain they didn't see us messing up with some habit we thought we were hiding from them? Or can we say we have bad habits but our children see us each day gaining the victory over them in Jesus' name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bible says that we are to teach them in their going in and their sitting down. We are to teach them dilligently (Deuteronomy 6:6,7). At every facet of their lives we are to teach them; not just maths and english, not just art or science. We are to teach them the most of all to love the Lord and themselves and their fellow men.&amp;nbsp;We are&amp;nbsp;to&amp;nbsp;teach them to:&amp;nbsp;"...do justly, and to love mercy, and to walk humbly with God"&amp;nbsp; (Micah 6: 8) &lt;br /&gt;When we have done that then the ripples will be felt all over the world and the Lord will be pleased with us.&lt;br /&gt;Be Blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GretaMichelle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meditate:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Proverbs 22: 6&lt;br /&gt;Train up a child in the way he should go: &lt;br /&gt;and when he is old, he will not depart from it.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Why not take a few minutes to read:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deuteronomy 6&lt;br /&gt;Proverbs 22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm giving you two this time but I believe you can handle it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reflect:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There have been times when we have probably forgotten the little ears and eyes were there and said or did something we needed to say "oops!" for afterward, cause it was repeated in an inappropriate time and place. It's&amp;nbsp;might be&amp;nbsp;to counteract this in little children but how do we deal with our teenagers who have 'collected' some of the habits that we need to throw away? Is there hope for them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;No man is an island. No man stands alone. So do&amp;nbsp;make an input so that those of us who have teenagers can learn and grow from each others experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095009873611265162-7084249092900119410?l=gmjfd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/feeds/7084249092900119410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/2010/03/ripples-part-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095009873611265162/posts/default/7084249092900119410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095009873611265162/posts/default/7084249092900119410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/2010/03/ripples-part-2.html' title='Ripples -part 2'/><author><name>GretaMichelle Joachim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556357767441755955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/Se5NgFaRmKI/AAAAAAAAAHg/a7ntbLEUWwg/S220/Painting+in+La+Lune.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/S4uUYiWF3iI/AAAAAAAAASc/Io_vMJZzYYY/s72-c/this+is+the+scene.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095009873611265162.post-2724711372356498697</id><published>2010-02-28T09:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T09:57:03.521-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ripples -part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/S4p2FoTEBAI/AAAAAAAAASU/rk0BTv1iZo4/s1600-h/this+is+the+scene.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/S4p2FoTEBAI/AAAAAAAAASU/rk0BTv1iZo4/s200/this+is+the+scene.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"Another earthquake! 8.8 this time" I shouted to my husband as I logged on to my blog."This time Chile"&amp;nbsp;It seemed every Monday morning there was a new disaster looming on the horizon. You couldn't go to bed without wondering what the morning would bring. I read further and saw that tsunami warnings were given for certain areas in the Pacific. The list read: South America, Hawaii, Australia, New Zealand, Russia... I wondered at the distance between Russia and Chile. You just have to love technology. Information at the click of your fingers. I logged on to good old google and was told it's 8790 miles. Really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Chile could be so far away and still cause such a result when they experienced their disaster, think about what I can do when I do or say. The ripple effect. It's something we seldom think about; and when we do it's to make sure that whoever's on the receiving end gets theirs.It went out the window along with loving our neighbour and doing unto others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who may be wondering what I'm talking about it's this. What I do, or you do, effects someone else;&amp;nbsp; today or tomorrow. Our actions have consequences and it behooves us to think about the what and the how before we get to the do or say. "But why should I think about him or her? They din't think about me when they did or said"&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;We think about them because it's the right thing to do. We think about them because in thinking about someone else&amp;nbsp;we teach others to grow and be good and we&amp;nbsp;help our physical and emotional health and well-being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that what Jesus taught when He left the glory of Heaven and came down here to die for us? He could have remained where He was. God could have made new people; after-all He made them the first time. Jesus looked down through time and saw that you and I would be born and would need&amp;nbsp; help to be happy; truly happy. He gladly gave up His life so that you and I could have life and have it more abundantly. (John 10:10)&amp;nbsp;That's the ripple effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Blessed&lt;br /&gt;GretaMichelle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meditate:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;John 10:10&lt;br /&gt;The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy. I came that they [&lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;] &amp;nbsp;may have life, and have it abundantly.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Why not take a few minutes to read:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reflect:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the ripples in your life; the experience you may have had when someone actions, good or bad caused you even now, to think and behave differently. How can you now translate that into another change? A change where you now judge the potential your actions will have on others?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: large;"&gt;Remember the ripples your words and input will have and share a thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095009873611265162-2724711372356498697?l=gmjfd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/feeds/2724711372356498697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/2010/02/ripples-part-1.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095009873611265162/posts/default/2724711372356498697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095009873611265162/posts/default/2724711372356498697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/2010/02/ripples-part-1.html' title='Ripples -part 1'/><author><name>GretaMichelle Joachim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556357767441755955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/Se5NgFaRmKI/AAAAAAAAAHg/a7ntbLEUWwg/S220/Painting+in+La+Lune.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/S4p2FoTEBAI/AAAAAAAAASU/rk0BTv1iZo4/s72-c/this+is+the+scene.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095009873611265162.post-6093139166655311456</id><published>2010-02-27T10:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T13:00:56.199-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Got This! - part 3</title><content type='html'>Happy Sabbath. It's amazing how many times we make excuses for our actions just because we refuse to trust that God really has our best interests at heart and is prepared and more than able to handle our situations and fight our battles. Maybe it's because we don't know Him well enough, maybe it's because we have gone through our lives having the people we trust betray that trust so much that we are afraid to believe that God is faithful to His promises. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a teacher I am constantly called upon to deal with students who, for whatever reason, felt it was necessary to fly off the handle or speak in haste. The excuse for such actions? "I couldn't help it..." &lt;br /&gt;As adults we also love to use that as our excuse &lt;em&gt;de jour&lt;/em&gt;. "I know I'm on a budget but the shoes just called to me. I just couldn't help it" "I know I should wait for marriage but I love him/her so much I just couldn't help it" "I know I'm on a diet but the day was so stressful I couldn't help it so I went to the patisserie" (This one's mine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I couldn't help it' has become such a mantra for us&amp;nbsp; that we use it without thinking. The truth is, however, we can help it. One of the first things God gave us was free-will; the power to choose. It wasn't to be used to have our way nor was it to be used irresponsibly. It was to be used to weigh&amp;nbsp;our options&amp;nbsp;and make responsible and informed choices. So when I eat, whether out of frustration or anxiety and not out of hunger, I can help it. I didn't make the right choice the first time and find an alternative method of dealing with stress, so I pushed myself into a habit that has become so ingrained that it's hard to break, but it can be helped. It can be broken. It can be controlled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, the scripture promise said that God &lt;em&gt;will not&lt;/em&gt; give us more than we can bear but &lt;em&gt;will&lt;/em&gt; make a way of escape. (1Corinthians 10:13)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/S4kggefI3qI/AAAAAAAAASM/-vJT4sTHAMk/s1600-h/tree+on+rocks.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/S4kggefI3qI/AAAAAAAAASM/-vJT4sTHAMk/s200/tree+on+rocks.jpg" width="138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have found that we are equipped with the power to do anything we put our minds to. That includes giving up things we don't need; things that&amp;nbsp;are toxic for us and therefore keeping us from our purpose; whether it is a habit or a relationship.&amp;nbsp;We were made to be strong and resilient. We were also made to be smart; smart enough to weigh a situation and know when it is over our heads and we need help, smart enough to know when to proceed and when to wait. What we were not made with is the need to make excuses for our actions and find things and people to blame. That came later, after Adam and Eve disobeyed God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;God does not give us more than&amp;nbsp; we can bear. I say this because I know it to be true. I have seen it to be true. I have been in the firing line and have stood as the bullets flew all around me, yet they did not come near me because I allowed God to do as He promised and was able to stand and see His salvation. The real love will come. the anger will be taken away. The stress and the weight can be managed. Just be the tree on the rock and stand still and see God's salvation.&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GretaMichelle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meditate:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Exodus14: 13&lt;br /&gt;And Moses said unto the people, Fear ye not, stand still, and see the salvation of the Lord, which he will shew to you to day...&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Why not take a few minutes to read:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exodus 14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Reflect:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story of the Isrealites' sojourn in the wilderness can be seen as a story of people learning to trust. Everytime they doubted, and were hasty they ended up in difficulty. Yet, God continued to come through for them. Wouldn't it have been better for them to just believe God? They had already been given enough evidence of His faithfulness. What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"&gt;Remember your input will help others to grow so please share your thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095009873611265162-6093139166655311456?l=gmjfd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/feeds/6093139166655311456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/2010/02/ive-got-this-part-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095009873611265162/posts/default/6093139166655311456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095009873611265162/posts/default/6093139166655311456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/2010/02/ive-got-this-part-3.html' title='I&apos;ve Got This! - part 3'/><author><name>GretaMichelle Joachim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556357767441755955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/Se5NgFaRmKI/AAAAAAAAAHg/a7ntbLEUWwg/S220/Painting+in+La+Lune.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/S4kggefI3qI/AAAAAAAAASM/-vJT4sTHAMk/s72-c/tree+on+rocks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095009873611265162.post-1379513780931053748</id><published>2010-02-26T08:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T08:09:03.023-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Got This  - Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/S4eterp60eI/AAAAAAAAASE/EjUbUTklLf8/s1600-h/tree+on+rocks.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/S4eterp60eI/AAAAAAAAASE/EjUbUTklLf8/s200/tree+on+rocks.jpg" width="138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday, one of the things we were reminded of was that God will not give us more than we can bear but will, with the temptation, make a way for us to escape so that we will be able to bear it.(1 Corinthians 10:13)&amp;nbsp;In other words, God is telling us: "why do you think you have to be in control of everything? Why do you think I'll leave you to flounder?"&lt;br /&gt;During my&amp;nbsp;Christian walk (I really can't say early on. This was one of the hardest things for me to learn) I made a little discovery; come to think of it it wasn't so little at all. It was a big discovery because it changed how I operated. The discovery was this. The times when a situation became out of control and really oppressive were the times when I decided that I was going to 'fix things' You know those times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;We may have prayed or analysed or sought advice, whatever it is we do, seen and heard that in order for it to work out we had to leave it alone or give the other person some time to cool down before approaching him or her&amp;nbsp;or save a little while longer. We would have decided that that approach wasn't good enough; it wasn't what we wanted to&amp;nbsp;hear because it wasn't what we wanted to do,&amp;nbsp;so we needed to step in;to do something to 'help'&amp;nbsp;or the one that I&amp;nbsp;was guilty of&amp;nbsp; most frequently: God is taking too long so I need to do something now. He's probably busy with someone else's affairs because mine isn't that important.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;I always imagine that God looks at us like we do our kids when we know that all they need to do is be patient and we watch them try to force things and we sigh and cringe inwardly because we have already suggested that they wait but to no avail. So we now have to stand by and look on and wait for the cry: "Mom!" (No offense guys but you know most often that's the cry and hey I'm female) Why is it we always know how they should behave but we don't seem to think the advice is good enough for us anymore because we're older and wiser. Are we though?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, I learnt that lesson the hard way; trying to 'fix' what I thought I could and ended up making the situation worse; even more uncomfortable than it had already been. All I had needed to do was wait a little while longer and let God do. All I had needed to remember is that I &lt;em&gt;am &lt;/em&gt;important to God. Everything about me; even the little things in my life,&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; important to Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;I can go on and on on this topic but I'll leave off here in anticipation of part three.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Just remember one thing today:&amp;nbsp;You don't have to handle everything on your own. God is handling everything for you. You just have to let Him. When&amp;nbsp;you do&amp;nbsp;you will be like trees on the rock: The waves are beating all around&amp;nbsp;you but&amp;nbsp;you stand firm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Be Blessed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;GretaMichelle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meditate:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;1 Corinthians 10: 13 (HCSB)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;No temptation has overtaken you except what is common to humanity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;God is faithful and He will not allow you to be tempted beyond what&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;you are able, but with the temptation He will also provide a way of &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;escape, so that you are able to bear it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why not take a few minutes to read:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Isaiah 43: 1-19&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reflect:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time you may have been in a situation that you couldn't handle and you trusted God to take care of it. How did He come through? If He came through then, don't you think He'll come through all the other times? What do you think? I would love to hear. Why not leave a comment under this reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've never trusted God before to handle anything in your life, what's stopping you from giving Him a chance now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&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/4095009873611265162-1379513780931053748?l=gmjfd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/feeds/1379513780931053748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/2010/02/ive-got-this-part-2.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095009873611265162/posts/default/1379513780931053748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095009873611265162/posts/default/1379513780931053748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/2010/02/ive-got-this-part-2.html' title='I&apos;ve Got This  - Part 2'/><author><name>GretaMichelle Joachim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556357767441755955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/Se5NgFaRmKI/AAAAAAAAAHg/a7ntbLEUWwg/S220/Painting+in+La+Lune.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/S4eterp60eI/AAAAAAAAASE/EjUbUTklLf8/s72-c/tree+on+rocks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095009873611265162.post-3413246095876588459</id><published>2010-02-25T06:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T12:49:11.077-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Got This -part one</title><content type='html'>I have had days when it seemed like everything&amp;nbsp;I touched prospered. My Christian experience was aglow with promise and all was well between God and me. I gloried in being a Christian then. I was victorious; I was invincible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there are the other days. When it seems as though I had the black touch and nothing went the way it was supposed to. I have overslept so I literally have to jump off the bed. Of course I'm going to be late so God will understand and forgive me for not taking the time to tell Him thank you for life yet again; for another opportunity to get 'it' right, to be with my family. By now I've stumped my toe several times. Time has speeded up and I have slowed down. I am now officially late and empty. I am going to leave the house and dare to go into a school with young people -empty; to teach young people; be an example&amp;nbsp;for young people, empty.&amp;nbsp;As the hours progress I am being all the more frustrated by an insolent child, an unreasonable colleague or parent and anything else that is thrown at me and they are coming fast and furious.&amp;nbsp;There is no end. What do I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there are times when I'm not empty. I have allowed God to fill me for the day. I have experienced a high time in worship and leave for work excited and rearing to go. Then Wham! Trouble has tracked me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/S4ZSxVTXsgI/AAAAAAAAAR8/LG8ERQvzcK4/s1600-h/tree+on+rocks.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/S4ZSxVTXsgI/AAAAAAAAAR8/LG8ERQvzcK4/s320/tree+on+rocks.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Elijah had one of those types of experiences. Fresh from his victory over the prophets of Baal, where people saw the power of God, Jezebel sends him a message that has him fleeing into the wilderness. He believes God has given him more than he can handle, the people have&amp;nbsp;forsaken him and he curls up feeling dejected and sorry for himself and asks to die.What did he do? He allowed God to calm him down, nourish him and revive him.He listened to God's voice; not the voice in the wind,or the earthquake or the fire, but the voice that was still and small; the voice that reminds him "Why are you fretting over this woman's words? Don't you know I've got this?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;On one such occasion God gave me a still small voice that reminded me that He will not give me more than I can bear. He will, with the temptation make a way of escape so that I and you can bear it. (1Corinthians 10: 13). That's what He told Elijah. That's what He's saying to you today. Just hold on a little longer and watch Him work it out.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Tree on the Rock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Blessed&lt;br /&gt;GretaMichelle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meditate:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;1Kings 19: 11,12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And He said, go forth, and stand upon &lt;br /&gt;the mount before the lord. And behold, the lord &lt;br /&gt;passed by, and a great and strong wind rent the &lt;br /&gt;mountains, and brake in pieces the rocks before &lt;br /&gt;the Lord; but the Lord was not in the wind: and &lt;br /&gt;after the wind an earthquake; but the Lord was &lt;br /&gt;not in the earthquake: &lt;br /&gt;And after the earthquake a fire; but the Lord was&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;not in the fire: and after the fire a still small voice.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why not take a few minutes and read:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1Kings 18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reflect:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On one occasion that God came through for you when you felt like throwing in the towel and giving up. You may not have thought it was God, but now, looking back you can reflect on the fact that it was a situation that did not present any possible solutions or resolutions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095009873611265162-3413246095876588459?l=gmjfd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/feeds/3413246095876588459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/2010/02/ive-got-this-part-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095009873611265162/posts/default/3413246095876588459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095009873611265162/posts/default/3413246095876588459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/2010/02/ive-got-this-part-one.html' title='I&apos;ve Got This -part one'/><author><name>GretaMichelle Joachim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556357767441755955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/Se5NgFaRmKI/AAAAAAAAAHg/a7ntbLEUWwg/S220/Painting+in+La+Lune.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/S4ZSxVTXsgI/AAAAAAAAAR8/LG8ERQvzcK4/s72-c/tree+on+rocks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095009873611265162.post-881491862848761942</id><published>2010-02-24T06:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T06:18:32.824-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Palmer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Palmer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/S4T75WE3W2I/AAAAAAAAAR0/FbEc5EEq7Gc/s1600-h/My+Palmer.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/S4T75WE3W2I/AAAAAAAAAR0/FbEc5EEq7Gc/s200/My+Palmer.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord is my light and my salvation; whom shall I fear? ... Psalm 27&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandmother was always an inspiration to me. She was the one who first taught me to appreciate art and creativity using my hands. She used to take me to her craft classes at the Community Centre and she was the one who taught me to crochet, and to bake and to love cooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I really admired her for. Palmer, as I sometimes called her, loved her Jesus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She definitely taught me how to trust God. You see she was eighty-nine years old when she suffered her second stroke. The first one robbed her of her speech and some of her motor skills. The second one took a little more of her speech and some of her old memories, so now she doesn’t remember what a passion- fruit is and has to figure out the date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I love though is that even though she had to struggle to sound words or be understood, her sense of humour was still intact and you had no doubt what she was saying when she lifted her hands in the air and looked toward the heavens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her favourite psalm was Psalm 27: “The Lord is my light and my salvation; whom shall I fear? ....” and I have no doubt that when I see her again, she will be saying her psalm and lifting her hands to the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gives us pause in our complaints doesn’t it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Blessed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;GretaMichelle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meditate:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Psalm 27:1&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why not take a few minutes to read:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Psalm 27&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reflect&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can I still praise God even though things aren't going the way I want it to?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Choose five things/situations and praise God for them now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095009873611265162-881491862848761942?l=gmjfd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/feeds/881491862848761942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/2010/02/palmer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095009873611265162/posts/default/881491862848761942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095009873611265162/posts/default/881491862848761942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/2010/02/palmer.html' title='Palmer'/><author><name>GretaMichelle Joachim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556357767441755955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/Se5NgFaRmKI/AAAAAAAAAHg/a7ntbLEUWwg/S220/Painting+in+La+Lune.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/S4T75WE3W2I/AAAAAAAAAR0/FbEc5EEq7Gc/s72-c/My+Palmer.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095009873611265162.post-9156627378195236472</id><published>2010-02-23T07:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T07:08:19.099-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sampling</title><content type='html'>O taste and see that the Lord &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; good Psalm 34: 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;When I was much younger my aunt would bring samples of Avon products home when&amp;nbsp;she came to visit from Canada. For years during my make up phase,that was my lipstick of choice in the cute little white capsules. I liked them because since I wasn't into bags yet, I could stick them in the pocket of my jeans and be assured of instant touch ups whenever I wanted. The years went by and my interests changed but I stll liked Avon products because of my experience with those samples. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/S4O2VkOMTZI/AAAAAAAAARc/T0B88i_9k_s/s1600-h/My+Shoes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/S4O2VkOMTZI/AAAAAAAAARc/T0B88i_9k_s/s200/My+Shoes.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I went from liking makeup to shoes. Now I enjoy trying on or buying- depending on what I can afford to do-a well-made pair of shoes. My friends and I would exchange shoe information on where we got this pair or that and sometimes complete strangers would stop me and ask where I got my shoes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;David had discovered a good thing. He had discovered that God was good. Not just alright or okay, God was good. How did he do that? He tried Him for himself. He didn't just depend on what someone else was saying, he tried God for himself. He took God at His word, took the breath and stepped out into the unknown and discovered the unknown wasn't so scary or strange. It was actually better than where he had been. Because he discovered that a relationship with God had the potential to be life changing and wholesome, he proclaimed "O taste and see..." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Come see for yourself. I've got a good thing going here and I want to share it with you. I've found the secret to success and I want to share it with you. Come and taste and see. God &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Be Blessed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;GretaMichelle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meditate:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Psalm 37: 25,26&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;I have been young and now am old; yet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;have I not seen the righteous forsaken nor his seed begging for bread.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;He is ever merciful, and lendeth; and His seed is blessed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Why not take a few minutes to read:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Psalm 37&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reflect:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;On the experiences that may have led you to discover that God is good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Why not share one with us? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&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/4095009873611265162-9156627378195236472?l=gmjfd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/feeds/9156627378195236472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/2010/02/sampling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095009873611265162/posts/default/9156627378195236472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095009873611265162/posts/default/9156627378195236472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/2010/02/sampling.html' title='Sampling'/><author><name>GretaMichelle Joachim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556357767441755955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/Se5NgFaRmKI/AAAAAAAAAHg/a7ntbLEUWwg/S220/Painting+in+La+Lune.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/S4O2VkOMTZI/AAAAAAAAARc/T0B88i_9k_s/s72-c/My+Shoes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095009873611265162.post-5245168872595888066</id><published>2010-02-22T06:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T21:21:50.584-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Are You the One?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/S4Hix9xqwII/AAAAAAAAARU/8MSl9DjuBG0/s1600-h/Sunrise+Over+Stella+Maris+16x20+Oils+July+2008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/S4Hix9xqwII/AAAAAAAAARU/8MSl9DjuBG0/s320/Sunrise+Over+Stella+Maris+16x20+Oils+July+2008.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Sunrise Over Stella Maris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Oils on canvas&amp;nbsp;16x20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;...Are you the one who is to come, or should we look for someone else? &lt;/blockquote&gt;Matthew 11:3&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I remember the first time I saw Stella Maris (the house, not the person) I wasn't looking for it. I had passed along that North East Coast road many times and had seen and overlooked that sign many times, my mind on another goal, another quest. I almost crashed the car the first time I really paid attention. So captivated with what I had been passing all along I forgot that I was on a winding road, unforgiving of mistakes. I regained control of the car and vowed that the first chance I got I was coming back to paint that scene. It turned out to be two runs at 4.00 am but it was worth every second I spent there,&amp;nbsp;capturing the mood of&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;the sun rising&amp;nbsp;over that house, overlooking the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When John found himself thrown in prison he anticipated that Jesus was going do some great miracle and spring him from&amp;nbsp;his jail cell. His study of the scriptures had told him that the Kingdom of God would be established on earth that the wicked would be punished and the high and mighty brought low.&amp;nbsp;When Jesus didn't immediately come to his rescue&amp;nbsp; and days turned to weeks and time started to count down for him he probably thought "well all those years of preaching repent was a waste of time." If he had been Trinidadian he would have proclaimed "This man bogus!" Whatever his thoughts, he sent his disciples with the question: "Are you the one...?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us, like John, are waiting for a messiah; a saviour to take us out of our present situation whether it is debt or a bad marriage or a horrible, unsatisfying job or uncontrollable children or to just deliver us from ourselves. We look for it in things; books on self-help, relationships that on your best day, you know was just wrong, drugs and alcohol, random sex, whatever trend is spot on at the time. The reality is, however, that the cure; the solution, just as it was with Stella is right before our eyes. We are tripping over it in our attempts to find what we seek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus told the disciples of John to go and tell him what they had seen. The blind saw, the lame walked, the sick&amp;nbsp;were cured. John had heard and seen the miracles but had forgotten, because of his situation. He had been temporarily blinded by doubt and fear. What's blinding us today to the reality that the savior that we seek; the one we look for in all the wrong things is right in front of us waiting for us to open our eyes and see the beauty and the endless&amp;nbsp;the possibilies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed.&lt;br /&gt;GretaMichelle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meditate&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deuteronomy 4:29&lt;br /&gt;But from there, you will search for the Lord your God, &lt;br /&gt;and you will find Him when you seek Him &lt;br /&gt;with all your heart and all your soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why not take a few minutes to read:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Psalm 34&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095009873611265162-5245168872595888066?l=gmjfd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/feeds/5245168872595888066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/2010/02/are-you-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095009873611265162/posts/default/5245168872595888066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095009873611265162/posts/default/5245168872595888066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/2010/02/are-you-one.html' title='Are You the One?'/><author><name>GretaMichelle Joachim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556357767441755955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/Se5NgFaRmKI/AAAAAAAAAHg/a7ntbLEUWwg/S220/Painting+in+La+Lune.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/S4Hix9xqwII/AAAAAAAAARU/8MSl9DjuBG0/s72-c/Sunrise+Over+Stella+Maris+16x20+Oils+July+2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095009873611265162.post-2416331757165517888</id><published>2010-02-21T07:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T07:57:15.974-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the Open Door- Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/S4ENa8p73bI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/4OscEPBbmS4/s1600-h/blue+door.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/S4ENa8p73bI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/4OscEPBbmS4/s320/blue+door.jpg" width="222" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"Take my yoke upon you, and learn from me;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;for I am gentle and humble in heart,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;and you will find rest for your souls." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Matthew 11:29 *(NIV)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The open door works two ways. It's an invitation&amp;nbsp;for us who need shelter and warmth but it must also be an acceptance. God issues the invitation to come. Come find rest, come find the peace and&amp;nbsp;happiness you've been craving, the answers to all the questions that you have. But, unless&amp;nbsp;you open the door to Him and let him in, the invitation remains just that- an invitation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Imagine someone baking you a pie or a really nice cheesecake (insert your favorite treat here). You set it out but you don't take&amp;nbsp;a slice from it. You never taste it. You will never be able to savour the melt in your mouth goodness, the satisfaction&amp;nbsp; that comes, not just with a well-made treat but also with the knowledge that someone thought of you and made this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The hand that stretches out in offer of help remains an outstretched hand if it isn't grabbed. The door that remains closed to the person knocking on the other side is just a closed door; keeping everything else out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Now you might say that a closed door is a good thing especially in today's world. It keeps the unwanted out and it protects. Unfortunately, we have come to a place where the door not only keeps the unwanted&amp;nbsp; but also keeps the needed out. We barricade ourselves inside and shut out the ugly and the beautiful. We need to feel the warmth that comes with friendship and being cared for; loved. We also need to be the ones doing the caring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So what are our doors? Our hearts and minds. God wants us to open our hearts so He can fill it with love; love for Him and love for others. When we have love for others and practise it we have rest and peace. Sounds simplistic I know but I have found that sometimes the answer is simple and I am the one making it complicated with all my what ifs. Some of my happiest and most fulfilling moments have been when I opened up and put myself out for someone else, not expecting any reward or praise; just doing it because someone needed help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;God also wants us to open our minds to the possibility that He can give rest. He can and will provide true happiness. We have become educated and full of knowledge and that's great. We cheat ourselves if we don't try to be all that we can be (I do love the army's catch phrase) The downside to that is that all the knowledge robs us of our child like faith that God is and can. Remember when you used to believe in miracles? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Our doors don't have to be perfect. They can be scarred from time and the battles we have fought and lost. They can have holes and be falling off the hinge&amp;nbsp;because of ill&amp;nbsp;use and no care, or just old age, or they can be seemingly perfect in every respect.&amp;nbsp;What they look like now is not the issue. What they'll look like when God is finished with them; that's something to look forward to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Why not open up that door? Share one smile. Do&amp;nbsp;one good turn. See what happens when you hear that knock on your door and you answer. "Speak, Lord, for your servant is listening." (1Samuel 3:10)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Be Blessed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;GretaMichelle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meditate:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Matthew 7: 7,8&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ask, and it will be given you; search, and you will find; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;knock and the door will be opened for you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For everyone who asks receives, and everyone who searches finds,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;and for everyone who knocks, the door will be opened. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why not take a few minutes to read:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Matthew 7&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;* &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;New International Version&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095009873611265162-2416331757165517888?l=gmjfd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/feeds/2416331757165517888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/2010/02/open-door-part-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095009873611265162/posts/default/2416331757165517888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095009873611265162/posts/default/2416331757165517888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/2010/02/open-door-part-2.html' title='the Open Door- Part 2'/><author><name>GretaMichelle Joachim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556357767441755955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/Se5NgFaRmKI/AAAAAAAAAHg/a7ntbLEUWwg/S220/Painting+in+La+Lune.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/S4ENa8p73bI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/4OscEPBbmS4/s72-c/blue+door.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095009873611265162.post-4934394729250510537</id><published>2010-02-20T13:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T06:40:00.864-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Open Door--Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/S4AU7DY9z5I/AAAAAAAAAQc/nd2ai4SV-y0/s1600-h/blue+door.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/S4AU7DY9z5I/AAAAAAAAAQc/nd2ai4SV-y0/s320/blue+door.jpg" width="221" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;A closed door ranks very high in the &amp;nbsp;foreboding and uncertain scale.&amp;nbsp;You never know what you're going to encounter on the other side. What if I knock? Will there be someone there to answer or will I be faced with silence? Will the greeting on the other side be friendly or will they simply come to the door with a grumpy, bothered expression that shouts "You distrubed me!" "I don't want to talk to you, I don't want you here!" Or worse, they are polite about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We knock on doors hoping that there is someone on the other end: A friend, a helping hand,&amp;nbsp;a refuge and&amp;nbsp;shelter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And we've all met with a closed door situation at some point in our lives. We've all knocked on doors only to find&amp;nbsp; that there was no one at home or if there was, no matter how polite the greeting., there is the sense that we've intruded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Let's look at the open door. An open door is a welcome sight. When you've gone through the day and you are tired and wrung out it's a good thing to come home and meet someone there who just knows what you need and has it prepared before you even need it; whether it's a warm shower, a hot meal or just a quiet place to be for a while. You know God is like that open door. He knows you inside out and He knows when you need to come in from the rain snuggle into a warm pair of arms, when you&amp;nbsp; need to scream and shake your hands, when you need to just cry it out. His door is open to hear your call and to answer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;God says "Come to me" "&lt;em&gt;If you're burdened, if you're tired, sad, hungry for you know not what, just come. You don't have to worry about getting the welcome mat muddy with the baggage you carry, you don't have to worry that you are interrupting. I always have time for you."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God is your open door.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meditate:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Come to me, all of you who are weary and burdened, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;and I will give you rest. Matthew 11: 28 *(HCSB)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why not take a few minutes and read:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Matthew 11&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;*&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Holman Christian Standard Bible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&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/4095009873611265162-4934394729250510537?l=gmjfd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/feeds/4934394729250510537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/2010/02/open-door-part-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095009873611265162/posts/default/4934394729250510537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095009873611265162/posts/default/4934394729250510537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/2010/02/open-door-part-1.html' title='The Open Door--Part 1'/><author><name>GretaMichelle Joachim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556357767441755955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/Se5NgFaRmKI/AAAAAAAAAHg/a7ntbLEUWwg/S220/Painting+in+La+Lune.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/S4AU7DY9z5I/AAAAAAAAAQc/nd2ai4SV-y0/s72-c/blue+door.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095009873611265162.post-5357827356517461092</id><published>2010-02-20T12:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T12:50:28.841-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the Time Has Come!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/S4APT5AbOWI/AAAAAAAAAP8/sLdvYTu_mPw/s1600-h/100_0204.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/S4APT5AbOWI/AAAAAAAAAP8/sLdvYTu_mPw/s320/100_0204.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Writing is as much a passion as art is. I believe God has inspired both. Because of that belief I appreciate them even more. While I was looking at publishing houses and wondering at their submission guidlines and prevaricating and procrastinating (If you know anything about me it's that when it comes to my passions I am a big coward and make a lot of excuses as to why i'm not ready) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It occurred to me that the same way I blog about my art I can also blog about God. I don't have to wait, get better and then write. I can write and get better and share my Father and my Friend and&amp;nbsp; hopefully inspire and edify you to be the best you that you can be, in Christ. I can introduce you to the best love affair you can ever have. ( Yes every now and then I get a dose of common sense)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am. My goal: to share God with you every day from here on; to carry you on a Christian journey as we seek to "Dwell in the House of the Lord"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of each post I will leave you with a verse to meditate on; a promise that you can read and carry with you through the day and&amp;nbsp;a reading suggestion which I hope you will use. Trust me. It's going to be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be inspired, Be blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;GretaMichelle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meditate:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Psalm 19: 7&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The instruction of the Lord is perfect, reviving the soul; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the testimony of the Lord is trustworthy, making the inexperienced wise.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why not take some time to read this:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Psalm 19&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095009873611265162-5357827356517461092?l=gmjfd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/feeds/5357827356517461092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/2010/02/time-has-come.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095009873611265162/posts/default/5357827356517461092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095009873611265162/posts/default/5357827356517461092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmjfd.blogspot.com/2010/02/time-has-come.html' title='the Time Has Come!'/><author><name>GretaMichelle Joachim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556357767441755955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/Se5NgFaRmKI/AAAAAAAAAHg/a7ntbLEUWwg/S220/Painting+in+La+Lune.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M1fy7lp3elE/S4APT5AbOWI/AAAAAAAAAP8/sLdvYTu_mPw/s72-c/100_0204.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
