<?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-4297701636239055575</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:55:28.331-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreaming Creating Breathing Laughing Dancing Crying Forgiving Hoping Aching Living Victoriously</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paint-withme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297701636239055575/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paint-withme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268093331699522717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xxBV08Mu4NY/R_LstiRp1eI/AAAAAAAAACI/qqfDXuf-uQE/S220/oi.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4297701636239055575.post-6892693831769048340</id><published>2010-12-06T18:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T18:55:35.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Courage</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking a lot about courage lately because I've been realizing more and more how much I lack it.&amp;nbsp;The thing is, I didn't really want this..this courage.. desperately enough to ask for it before. I may have kind of wanted it in my head but I didn't want it with my being because of fear (again the fear) that I might have to do uncomfortable and scary things. It wasn't until I realized the disturbance and influence of fear in my life when I decided to truly ask for courage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;For example..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I feared conflict...so I avoided them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I feared some stuff that happened in the past...so I lived a defensive, passive aggressive and sometimes angry life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I feared making a fool of myself...so I never tried anything that might make me look like one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I feared possible or potential hopeless situations...so I lived as though I was already defeated.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So I started looking up definitions and quotes on courage and came across some that stirred my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #330000; font: 16.0px Georgia; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 16.0px 0.0px;"&gt;Courage is fear that has said its prayers.&amp;nbsp; ~Dorothy Bernard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #330000; font: 16.0px Georgia; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 16.0px 0.0px;"&gt;Courage is almost a contradiction in terms.&amp;nbsp; It means a strong desire to live taking the form of readiness to die.&amp;nbsp; ~G.K. Chesterton&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #330000; font: 16.0px Georgia; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 16.0px 0.0px;"&gt;Courage is a peculiar kind of fear.&amp;nbsp; ~Charles Kennedy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #330000; font: 16.0px Georgia; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 16.0px 0.0px;"&gt;Courage is not simply one of the virtues, but the form of every virtue at the testing point.&amp;nbsp; ~C.S. Lewis&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 16px/normal 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #330000; font: 16.0px Georgia; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 16.0px 0.0px;"&gt;Courage is doing what you're afraid to do.&amp;nbsp; There can be no courage unless you're scared.&amp;nbsp; ~Edward Vernon Rickenbacker&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 16px/normal 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #330000; font: 16.0px Georgia; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 16.0px 0.0px;"&gt;Courage is not the absence of fear, but rather the judgement that something else is more important than fear.&amp;nbsp; ~Ambrose Redmoon&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 16px/normal 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first and the last ones are my favourite. I want to be able to say with my life.. "Yes I am sometimes scared to death to live a kind of life that You have called me to live but I am going to do it anyways because there is something more important and more powerful than the influence of fear. Jesus has overcome the world! &amp;nbsp;And I am His and He is mine."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4297701636239055575-6892693831769048340?l=paint-withme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paint-withme.blogspot.com/feeds/6892693831769048340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4297701636239055575&amp;postID=6892693831769048340' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297701636239055575/posts/default/6892693831769048340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297701636239055575/posts/default/6892693831769048340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paint-withme.blogspot.com/2010/12/courage.html' title='Courage'/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268093331699522717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xxBV08Mu4NY/R_LstiRp1eI/AAAAAAAAACI/qqfDXuf-uQE/S220/oi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4297701636239055575.post-3188668203128463384</id><published>2010-12-02T03:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T04:08:12.979-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My God is Higher than any other.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Wednesday-Thursday, December 1-2, 2010 (from my journal)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Addressed to my brothers and sisters who will need to hear this... please listen to this. We are living in a world full of so much evil and injustice all around us. Yet, we as the church who are supposed to be full of power and authority sit with absolutely no care and no power. Why? Because we are way too comfortable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Will you sit and do nothing? Until when? Until the comforts of your life are removed from you? Will you continue to allow evil to slowly seep into your life while being completely unaware of it and allowing it to blind you and take over your thoughts? And then what? Will you allow it to destroy you and destroy those around you? When will you wake up! When the hell will you wake up! Literally! You sit and allow the evil to take over not only your thoughts but also your mind… slowly but surely it will turn from thoughts to habits and behaviors and from habits and behaviors to character. Will you allow fear to overcome you? For how long? Until it paralyzes you to death! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am saying this because I am so embarrassed to see how much darkness I have been living in without even realizing it! The things that seemed so harmless and ridiculous grew and grew into dangerous habits bringing about dangerous ways of doing life which was bringing me down a dangerous path of destruction of myself and those I claim to love. How could I? How could I have even dare to go about living comfortably mixed in with the things that are not of God. How dare I! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;For God did not give us a spirit of timidity, but a spirit of power, of love and of self-discipline. 2 Timothy 1:7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;But I was living in fear, worry, hate, jealousy, anger, paranoia, depression, sexual immorality, greed, grumbling, and arrogance. Oh what dark places I have been living in without realizing the grip of the enemy in my life. Oh and the fear that paralyzed me from being able to do anything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;But how could I think that anything is greater than or too big for God? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;My God...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;My God turned water into wine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;My God brought sight to the blind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;My God freed His people from slavery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;My God used messed up people to do mighty things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;My God changed the timid into the courageous. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Into the darkness You shine! Out of the ashes we rise! WOW!!!! Incredible!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;My God healed the royal official’s son when He told the royal official “Go your son will live”. (John4:46-54)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;My God healed a demon-possessed man in Capernaum. (Mark 1:21-28; Luke 4:33-37).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;My God healed Peter’s mother-in-law of a high fever. (Matthew 8:14-15; Mark 1:29-31; Luke 4:38-39).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;My God caught a LARGE number of fish. During this time Jesus told Simon, “Do not be afraid, from now on you will be fishing for the souls of men.” (Luke 5:3-10)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;My God healed a leper. (Matthew 8:1-3; Mark 1:40-42). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;My God healed a centurion’s servant who was close to death. Jesus was amazed by the Centurions faith that his servant would be healed only if Jesus spoke the word, and Jesus was amazed by such faith. (Matthew 8:5-13; Luke 7:1-10).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;My God forgave the sins of a paralytic man. (Matthew 9:1-8; Mark 2:1-12; Luke 5:18-26)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;My God brought walking to the paralyzed. (Matthew 9:1-8; Mark 2:1-12; Luke 5:18-26) and people who witnessed were all amazed and glorified my God saying, “We have never seen anything like this”. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;My God healed a withered hand and answered the Pharisees with a question, “I ask you, is it lawful to do good or to do harm on the Sabbath, to save life or to destroy it?” (Matthew 12:9-14; Mark 3:1-6) In other words, my God is bigger than the laws and rules in place, superstitions, misconstrued ideas and beliefs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;My God raised a widow’s son from the dead. (Luke 7:11-17)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;My God calmed the stormy sea and told the wind and the sea to be still. (Matthew 8:23-27; Mark 4:35-41; Luke 8:22-25). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;My God healed a Gerasene man full of demons. (Matthew 8:28-32; Mark 5:1-13; Luke 8:26-33). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;My God healed a woman with internal bleeding (hemorrhages for twelve years) that was getting worse when she touched His clothes. (Matthew 9:20-22; Mark 5:25-34; Luke 8:43-48)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;My God healed Jairus’ daughter who was near death or who had died. He said that she was sleeping and he called out and said, “Child get up”.&amp;nbsp; (Matthew 9:18-19, 23-25; mark 5:22-24; 35-43; Luke 8:41-42; 29-56)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Child get up! My Child get up! And live victoriously in Him who is victorious! Amen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;My God brought sight to the blind. (Matthew 9:27-31)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;My God healed a mute demoniac (someone influenced/possessed by the demon) and the mute spoke once Jesus cast out the demon. (Matthew 9:32-33)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;My God healed a 38 year invalid and he said, “My Father is still working, and I also am working.” (John 5:5-17)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;My God fed 5000 men and their families. (Matthew 14:16-21; Mark 6:35-44; Luke 9:12-17; John 6:5-14). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;…to be cont’d...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Basically my God is higher than any other. There is no higher authority than my God. My God is GOD. No one can deny. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;May my life reflect this truth in every single way. May no fiber in my being deny this truth. May I live in the fullness of what it means to proclaim you as LORD. May gratitude fill my soul for Your abounding love and grace. May courage be my second name. Why? Because I am Yours and You are for me and You are with me.. so what could stand against. Ha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;God, help me to grow into this name.. COURAGE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;My child get up! Get up and live victoriously in Him who is victorious! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxBV08Mu4NY/TPeL9rcCcvI/AAAAAAAAAHY/u98m4EfeYvQ/s1600/lion.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="375" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxBV08Mu4NY/TPeL9rcCcvI/AAAAAAAAAHY/u98m4EfeYvQ/s400/lion.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Courage is resistance to fear, mastery of fear, not absence of fear. -Mark Twain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dd class="author" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: #454545; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 4em; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 8px;"&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&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/4297701636239055575-3188668203128463384?l=paint-withme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paint-withme.blogspot.com/feeds/3188668203128463384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4297701636239055575&amp;postID=3188668203128463384' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297701636239055575/posts/default/3188668203128463384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297701636239055575/posts/default/3188668203128463384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paint-withme.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-god-is-higher-than-any-other.html' title='My God is Higher than any other.'/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268093331699522717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xxBV08Mu4NY/R_LstiRp1eI/AAAAAAAAACI/qqfDXuf-uQE/S220/oi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxBV08Mu4NY/TPeL9rcCcvI/AAAAAAAAAHY/u98m4EfeYvQ/s72-c/lion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4297701636239055575.post-4562337739759587508</id><published>2010-08-31T00:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T00:46:00.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>update part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;I keep trying to write this next section “massive update 2” but there’s this weird block. It’s hard to explain. I’ve been sort of waiting for this weird block to go away so that I could write this next section, but it’s not. So I think I’m just gonna have to push myself to do this one. Here goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;So I went to Him in prayer with my dilemma knowing that doing so I was allowing the possibility of doing my final placements in the area that I hated. But as soon as I went to Him, He simply confirmed my desires. He confirmed that He places desires and passions in our hearts and that there is a reason I am particularly drawn to mental health. So I wrote it down, “Mental Health” and I had peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;The last semester of my nursing degree was too good to be true. I had two amazing placements. I couldn’t have asked for anything better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;My first very short six week placement was at BC Children’s Neuropsychiatry Outpatient. I had to wait longer than most students to find out about this placement that I had requested. I worked alongside an amazing nurse and just learned tons about OCD, Tourettes, ADHD, autism, FAS, and more (Basically things that were never covered in nursing school.) I loved it. It was…almost…too natural. Although I did not have any experience in this area something seemed to click. The nurse clinician that I was working with was quite simply impressed and sent a recommendation email to the Educator who sets up all of the preceptorships to see if I could get my preceptorship experience in child or adolescent psychiatry. Oddly enough the preceptorship placement that I was suppose to get at Venture did not go through which came as quite a surprise to one of the nursing students who was doing her placement there, but instead a placement at BC Children’s came up on the Eating Disorders unit through the connection between the nurse clinician I was working with and the Educator. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;This kind of scared me since I had absolutely no experience or knowledge on Eating Disorders but I was also excited to see what His reasons were for connecting me in this way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;I finished my preceptorship on this unit and I still am in the process of unpacking and reflecting on everything. However, so far this is what I have:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;1. I had an amazing preceptor. She was sweet, understanding, flexible, and really allowed me to grow in my own kind of way on the unit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;2. I pretty much got to choose my schedule. This worked out so amazingly because I really didn’t know what I was going to do about my commitment as a youth small group leader if I got the typical nursing shifts (working 4 on 5 off). He took care of this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;3. The Eating Disorders unit was nothing like I expected. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;There’s more but like I said I haven’t discovered/realized/unpacked them yet. But with what I have written so far, it almost seems like God was trying to have some mercy on me or have favour on me. The contrast between this last semester and some of the semesters I’ve been through just seems too contrasting. I don’t really know how else to describe it. It almost seems like I’ve been given a gift and I have yet to find out why. Or perhaps it was just a gift that I am to accept. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;All in all, everything was too good to be true, but it was true. Now I am finally done nursing school, I have made some connections, I have some great references and am praying about the next steps to take. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;“God reveals in the midst of obedience.” P.D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;I suppose I am trying to find out what I am to be obedient to. I haven’t really been getting anything lately. Things are still pretty unclear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;But while I was moving out of my place in Vancouver I was taking down some of the stuff on my Dream Wall. I made a wall in my room into a Dream wall where I posted all of the dreams and desires that God has placed in my heart. Sometimes I lose sight of these dreams when I get caught up with stuff. And sometimes the stuff muddles up or blinds me from the dreams God has placed on my heart. Whether I will reach them or not I have yet to find out but I still wanted to have them there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;But now that I am out of my Vancouver suite I will post them here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;1.Regent College (Every time I walked past this school to go to UBC Hospital for my nursing classes my desire to go to this school grew and grew. I want to go and take classes there not for any other reason or objective but to learn the stuff because I want to. I want to get into it and understand the culture and context of the word that I read. I want to just soak it all up. Also, there’s something about that school. Perhaps there is a visual attachment but that visual attachment is what has been continually stirring my desire till now.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;2. India (I have wanted to go to India for some sort of work/missions for a long time now. My heart is drawn to that country and I can’t get it out of my mind.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;3. Adopt a child (This has been on my heart ever since I was little. I feel like unless I make a conscious effort to keep this on my mind and heart other things in life will steal it away and give me a million reasons not to.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;4. Open up a Coffee Shop Ministry in Vancouver (as written in more detail in one of my other blogs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;5. Write a book (Now, I think/know I am a horrible writer but I am hoping that as the years go by perhaps things will get better. If not, there are always editors. ha. This particular desire is not because I think I can write but because I want to keep record of God’s workings in my life.&amp;nbsp; Just like the blurb in my profile description, I want to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #262626;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Reach out and experience the breadth! Test its length! Plumb the depths! Rise to the heights! Live full lives, full in the fullness of God" Ephesians 3:18-19. What does this mean? What does this look like? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #262626;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #262626;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Anyways, now that there is this hiring freeze, as much as I would really like to have a job right now and start paying off my loans and get a start in “life”, there isn’t a more opportune moment to take a class or two right now at regent. I keep making excuses for myself to not go after these dreams that have been placed on my heart. What better time is there than now to take these classes? When I’m married? When I have children? When I am in more debt because of “life”? What is living? Life is truly lived when we live it in the fullness of God. It is often too easy to forget that our life is like a mist that is here and then vanishes away when we try to make our own story. Rather, may I take part in a bigger story, His story, the only story that will actually last.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4297701636239055575-4562337739759587508?l=paint-withme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paint-withme.blogspot.com/feeds/4562337739759587508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4297701636239055575&amp;postID=4562337739759587508' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297701636239055575/posts/default/4562337739759587508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297701636239055575/posts/default/4562337739759587508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paint-withme.blogspot.com/2010/08/update-part-2.html' title='update part 2'/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268093331699522717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xxBV08Mu4NY/R_LstiRp1eI/AAAAAAAAACI/qqfDXuf-uQE/S220/oi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4297701636239055575.post-440047607050121988</id><published>2010-06-10T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T18:04:01.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'>massive update 1</title><content type='html'>So I haven't really been keeping up to date on my blogspot about my journey with God but I am not even sure if anyone really comes on here except for the three people I know of already. But for the purpose of being up to date I shall update!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I have decided to reenter into the nursing program it has been challenging but super rewarding. Not only has my previous talent story, on one of my old blogs, prompted me to reenter but other huge confirmations/promptings. One of the biggest ones being God's reply to my thoughts of doubt regarding nursing as my career. I was unsure if this was really for me and whether this was really what I wanted to do with my life. He simply replied, "Grace, nursing will not be your identity. I give you your identity and I will use the skills and things you gain from nursing to do mighty things. Nursing is not the end goal. I have so much more in store. You can't even imagine. You must first take the first step of faith, trust and obedience. Then I will reveal the next step. Trust. Trust me. I love you. Trust me." Our pastor recently said to us at leadership retreat, "God reveals in the midst of obedience not beforehand" P.D. This has so far been true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sense of identity initially had come from this career that I had to choose and live with for the rest of my life. My identity hadn't come from God as my Father, whom I claimed to love and trust but it came from what I was able to make of myself. Everything I did was, I believed to be, out of my own effort including school, getting into University, and the first three years. School, friends, everything in my life generally came easily to me. I suppose I was one of those "hated" kids by others who experienced more difficulties in life. I never really took things for granted or at least I tried not to and was grateful for all that I had. I always wanted to serve God and others and make a difference BUT there was one fundamental thing that was missing. I was under the impression that everything flowed out of my effort. I was under the impression that I got into nursing and that I would use it to serve God and even use it to go on missions in the future. Even serving God I thought was out of my efforts. I did not fully understand trust, faith, dependence and obedience. It was by God's grace that He used my failure to bring about His good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in my life I failed a course. Now this may sound like nothing for many people and even for me at the time I brushed it off as, "oh it's no big deal in the big scheme of things" while trying to guard my emotions in my distorted thinking that I was protecting myself and being strong and moving on. But: 1. I had received a nursing scholarship the year before, 2. I have never failed in my life..I grew up in an asian family, what more can I say. jokes. Actually I usually gave up before having a chance to fail when I didn't have confidence in something which is actually worse than failing. It was to protect my insecurity and gave me a false sense of security. Anyways, and 3. The way the nursing program was structured I was unable to retake this course on the side while continuing on with my other classes with my classmates. But I had to retake it with a whole new class that was one semester behind me. Now the classes are pretty small, around 60 people, so basically everyone would know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now before this point I was actually already on the fence about nursing. Now this completely threw me onto the other side. I didn't think nursing was for me. I took "time off" with the intention of finding another career during my time off but still having nursing as a back-up in case I couldn't find anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During that year off I had plans to go on missions, perhaps go travelling, find a new career path, learn some more guitar and do all the things I've been wanting to do during school. None of it happened. It was perhaps one of the worst years of my life. I plummeted into depression. I had strange emotions and I would break out into crying for unknown reasons. My boyfriend thought I needed to see a therapist or counsellor because he sure didn't understand me. I would get mad at him for suggesting such things but the truth was, I didn't even know what was wrong with me. I was working three jobs and "doing church" and it wasn't until I came to a point of being honest with God about myself and how I felt, despite the logic I had been trying to drill into myself to protect myself and make myself feel better, when true healing and transformation began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was lost. I was burnt out. I didn't have any answers. I felt that everything I once believed in and held were slipping out of my hands. I didn't understand how to live as God wanted me to. I was upset about failing my course, extremely upset. I felt behind the rest of my classmates in life. I didn't know what I wanted to do with my life. I was upset with myself. I simply kept saying, "I just don't know". The only things that I really knew at that point were three things: 1. I did not want to go back into nursing, 2. I felt I needed to continue to work at one of my jobs, 3. I needed to trust one simple truth, that God is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By opening these things up God brought me to some uncomfortable but liberating realizations about myself. He asked me, "Why don't you want to return into nursing?" "Well, I don't want to bump into my old classmates at school and my other old classmates in the hospitals who would've graduated already. I would feel behind. I don't know if this is what I want to do. I'm afraid of failing again since then I'll really look like an idiot". I replied honestly. I realized I had some insecurity and identity problems. Then God said, &amp;nbsp;"Grace, nursing will not be your identity. I give you your identity and I will use the skills and things you gain from nursing to do mighty things. Nursing is not the end goal. I have so much more in store. You can't even imagine. You must first take the first step of faith, trust and obedience. Then I will reveal the next step. Trust. Trust me. I love you. Trust me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From this point on I dreaded absolutely dreaded every day that led me closer to returning to the program. Then I felt like a child again with worries about making friends with a new class who have already been together for a while. I was afraid of bumping into old classmates in the school or those working in the hospitals. I worried about how I would explain my situation to others. I worried about partner and group activities and who I would work with. A million thoughts and worries rushed through my head. But I chose to trust. I continued to remind God but moreso remind myself that there is a reason God wants me to do this even if I don't understand it. So I told God, "There is no way I can do this with my own strength. I've found that my efforts have failed me. I honestly have no motivation to be going back. I have absolutely no desire at this point. You're gonna have to work some magic God if I am really gonna do this. Only through You, can I do this. Only by You."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a 180 degree change. From, "I'm gonna do this and serve God with this" to "God, only by you. I need to depend on you every single day to do this".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first four months I depended on God for strength and courage to make friends, not get discouraged, get through difficult classes, and be able to face old classmates. And He did. He gave me strength and later seeing old classmates didn't even evoke any emotions inside because I found confidence and knew where I was. When I struggled with being behind in life, God simply said to me, "Grace, would you rather be done school and working but still living under the same impression that you were under, or would you rather be here right now doing and knowing what you know, and doing this because you know that I CALLED you here". It was amazing and He healed my hurts and wounds just like that.&lt;br /&gt;People from my new class liked me and from the beginning till this day I have always been asked to be someone's partner or work in a group together. God took care of even the smallest of my worries. Unfortunately I had been pretty anti-social, trying to find time to myself outside of school. Anyways, AND I developed an interest! I developed a keen interest and desire in mental health. It was amazing to see God come through in even the smallest things. I journaled almost every other day during these first few months to keep track of God's goodness and faithfulness in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then before entering the next four months I was paralyzed by fear. It was the very semester that focused on the very course that I had failed two years back but in a much "harder" version. Instead of subacute medical/surgical, it was acute med-surg. I hated it. I feared it. But I didn't really fear the clinical/practical aspect of it because I never really had problems in that area but just that one course aspect of it. I depended on God during these next four months to come through as well. I focused on my studies so that I wouldn't fail again. This time I had a hella clinical/practical experience. I thought I already experienced the worst clinical instructor the semester before during my geriatrics rotation but this instructor was so many times worse. My boyfriend said it was the first time he ever heard me call anyone a bitch and that she must really be one. I'm not proud of saying that. She gave me a tough time. She did it for the sake of the acutely ill patients but her brutal honest opinions mixed with her way of expressing it was extremely difficult to handle. I didn't always agree with her opinions and it was never stated constructively. I never thought an instructor could be so harsh. I remember going into a washroom stall one day after my mid-term evaluation before reading break and just crying when she gave me my evaluation and told me that I scared her. She didn't believe in me as a nurse. I just stood in the stall and before I knew it I had tears rolling down my face. In that stall I let out a prayer, "God, I am so sad. I am so hurt. This is so hard" and I weeped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my painful reading break I decided to really put my mind to turning things around but I have a problem with pressure. I have a tendency to crumble when I am under pressure. On my first day back I tried but I screwed up lots and of course my instructor noticed everything. But with continuous strength that came from my loving Father I made it through. She told me during my final evaluation that I really turned things around and stepped up my game after my mid-term evaluation. I passed clinical. All to my Father. I wouldn't have been able to do it without You. Then I somehow attained straight A's in all of my classes as well. God came through for me again and continued to remind me that He was with me and that there is a reason for all of this. During the midst of all this there have been many character building things. God was preparing me for something. I just didn't know what. But I discovered one simple statement that I began living by, "No matter what happens in life, there is nothing greater than walking with God". While walking with God I just fell more and more in love with Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before entering into my final practicum I had to choose my area of interest for my placements. Now this is significant because this placement also semi-predicts the area that you may go into after graduation. Now as I had mentioned before I grew a keen interest for mental health. I did not expect this when I first entered into nursing. But I was fascinated by how much power our mind and emotions have on our body and health, how mental health is on a spectrum from stress on one side to schizophrenia. I also couldn't believe how such a vital part of our health is neglected and separated by society. Everyone including a huge chunk of my class clearly expressed interest in the body and med/surg hoping to eventually move into other areas of nursing such as ER, cardiac, etc. I've heard statements from classmates such as, "I got to do trach care this week. It was so much fun". In med school mental health is at the bottom of the list. Some nursing school don't even offer mental health. I hear story after story from patients about health care professionals who simply don't care and don't ever ask how they are feeling. We are too busy doing our tasks, achieving our goals, looking after too many patients, and looking at the illness that we forget the face and the person behind it all. My desire and spirit of advocating for mental health began to grow and grow. But I didn't want to pray about my placement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want to pray about it because I was afraid that if I did, God was going to "challenge me"by going into the very area that I did not want to go into, med-surg. So I put off praying about it and putting in my placements information until the night before the sheets were due. That night I struggled and fought and I knew I couldn't just put in what I wanted while feeling comfortable with it without talking about it with God and hear what He had in mind. Besides it was His idea. He wanted me back in nursing. I couldn't live the rest of my life without knowing what He had in mind. If that meant going into med-surg I was gonna have to obey. So I went to Him in prayer with my dilemma knowing that doing so I was allowing the possibility of doing my final placements in the area that I hated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4297701636239055575-440047607050121988?l=paint-withme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paint-withme.blogspot.com/feeds/440047607050121988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4297701636239055575&amp;postID=440047607050121988' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297701636239055575/posts/default/440047607050121988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297701636239055575/posts/default/440047607050121988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paint-withme.blogspot.com/2010/06/massive-update-1.html' title='massive update 1'/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268093331699522717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xxBV08Mu4NY/R_LstiRp1eI/AAAAAAAAACI/qqfDXuf-uQE/S220/oi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4297701636239055575.post-1995835432838927461</id><published>2010-04-09T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T23:16:49.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>INFP the Idealist</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Lucida Grande'; color: #444444"&gt;You are a special and sensitive individual that needs a career which is more than just a job. You need to feel that what you do everyday has special meaning and can live your life in accordance to your strong value system. You are focused on constant growth and have a positive outlook on life. Because you are driven to do find meaning and purpose in your work, you will be happiest in careers where you are allowed to work towards those values you hold and towards the greater good of humanity as a whole. Many of the great writers of the world have been INFPs. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Lucida Grande'; color: #444444; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Lucida Grande'; color: #444444"&gt;Some of your personality traits include: &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Lucida Grande'; color: #444444; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Lucida Grande'; color: #444444"&gt;* Strong value systems &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Lucida Grande'; color: #444444"&gt;* Warmly interested in people &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Lucida Grande'; color: #444444"&gt;* Service-oriented, usually putting the needs of others above your own &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Lucida Grande'; color: #444444"&gt;* Loyal and devoted to people and causes &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Lucida Grande'; color: #444444"&gt;* Future-oriented &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Lucida Grande'; color: #444444"&gt;* Growth-oriented; always want to be growing in a positive direction &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Lucida Grande'; color: #444444"&gt;* Creative and inspirational &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Lucida Grande'; color: #444444"&gt;* Flexible and laid-back, unless a ruling principle is violated &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Lucida Grande'; color: #444444"&gt;* Sensitive and complex &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Lucida Grande'; color: #444444"&gt;* Dislike dealing with details and routine work &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Lucida Grande'; color: #444444"&gt;* Original and individualistic - "out of the mainstream" &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Lucida Grande'; color: #444444"&gt;* Excellent written communication skills &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Lucida Grande'; color: #444444"&gt;* Prefer to work alone, and may have problems working on teams &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Lucida Grande'; color: #444444"&gt;* Value deep and authentic relationships &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Lucida Grande'; color: #444444"&gt;* Want to be seen and appreciated for who you are &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Lucida Grande'; color: #444444; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Lucida Grande'; color: #444444"&gt;Some of your suggested careers are: &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Lucida Grande'; color: #444444; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Lucida Grande'; color: #444444"&gt;* Writer &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Lucida Grande'; color: #444444"&gt;* Counselor / Social Worker &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Lucida Grande'; color: #444444"&gt;* Teacher / Professor &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Lucida Grande'; color: #444444"&gt;* Psychologist &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Lucida Grande'; color: #444444"&gt;* Psychiatrist &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Lucida Grande'; color: #444444"&gt;* Musician &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Lucida Grande'; color: #444444"&gt;* Clergy / Religious Workers&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4297701636239055575-1995835432838927461?l=paint-withme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paint-withme.blogspot.com/feeds/1995835432838927461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4297701636239055575&amp;postID=1995835432838927461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297701636239055575/posts/default/1995835432838927461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297701636239055575/posts/default/1995835432838927461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paint-withme.blogspot.com/2010/04/infp-idealist.html' title='INFP the Idealist'/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268093331699522717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xxBV08Mu4NY/R_LstiRp1eI/AAAAAAAAACI/qqfDXuf-uQE/S220/oi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4297701636239055575.post-3184292667665657625</id><published>2010-02-15T22:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T12:38:32.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a dreamm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxBV08Mu4NY/S3o_V5y_1DI/AAAAAAAAAGE/-jYHft6LM3A/s1600-h/beautiful_coffee_art_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxBV08Mu4NY/S3o_V5y_1DI/AAAAAAAAAGE/-jYHft6LM3A/s320/beautiful_coffee_art_5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438729145527817266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Coffee Shop:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You know there’s something special about coffee shops. There’s so much going on. People reading, people having conversations with one another, students studying, people relaxing, and all of this is going on inside of one shop. Sometimes I think of all the potential things that can happen in a coffee shop and I get so excited because there is so much within something so small…coffee. Creating relationships, sharing life, gaining information, ..over some coffee. I have a dream and desire is to maximize all that can happen within and out of a coffee shop. Maximize the potential for creation. Maximize the potential for deep relationships. I want to see what can happen when there is community and that community&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;is stirred and challenged and engaged. I want to see healing. Mmmm…just the thought of it makes my heart leap.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;If I could have it my way these are some of the things that I would want:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Fairtrade coffee (all coffee beans and espresso beans fairly traded. And public awareness)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Local art (selling canvas at the counter and having a space within the shop (like a corner or balcony section with supplies for art) and using this space to create and then using these community art pieces as decorations within the shop) and local musicians (once again the idea of community)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Vegetarian food- factory farming awareness (what it does to the animals, our health, and our environment; showing the public that there are other ways/alternatives)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Specializing in a certain type of food often times sells a business such as cupcake stores etc. Well....I would love this shop to specialize in Croissants! Vegetarian croissants, with spinach and feta inside, cheese, dessert croissants, original plain butter croissants, yummy vegetarian sandwiches made of croissants etc.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Eco-friendly cups (not only used recycled stuff for the paper to-go cups but also use that eco-friendly stuff for the plastic cups for cold drinks…like the candycane fiber…or something; Even selling knitted stuff for coffee such as coffee holders etc, cool mugs, etc. would be great&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Free wireless internet-available, student-friendly&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Close late—2am&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Donate all leftover food from that day to a homeless ministry or do a sandwich drive every night; and make a fresh batch of croissants the next morning! Mmm&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sundays-have church service right inside the coffee shop! It’s like a coffee shop ministry. Cooleos. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This is my dream. It’s been planted in my heart since 2007ish. The thing with dreams is it’s kind of funny. You can either keep it as a dream, far from reality or you can pursue it. The problem that I am finding is that you can’t pursue it simply with your own efforts. God has to lead it and there has to be collaboration with God. The hard part is to wait for his timing and not your own, to learn to be patient, to be stretched in all sorts of ways (because He wants to develop the right character for the job), to go through all sorts of, you think, unrelated events and processes. I know that this dream has been planted in my heart by Him, the one who gives us our desires. I’ve already learned once the hard way what happens when you start something with your own efforts and initiative without waiting for his green light, even though he is the one who gave me the heart in the first place...It’s bad news. I’m learning to wait. And I have no idea how on earth something like this will pan out. I just need to obey the small little steps in front of me. I just need to trust Him. And the most important thing is that my focus can’t be on the dream, and the end product/result. My focus, attention, and eyes need to be on Him. Because only He can make a way (the way it’s suppose to be) and in the end (the real end) it’s all about Him anyways, so all our efforts will be futile and pointless if it isn’t in Him. So I rest my case. I will no longer try to do things on my own. I wait. And I walk with the only One who can make a way for me. The point is the Who, it’s always been the Who, and will always be the Who. May all glory and honor go to Him, my Father. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Name of Coffee Shop: ...to be decided. Something along the line's of &lt;i&gt;Jasmine ministry&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Vision: ….to be decided. But I have a feeling it has something along the line’s of healing&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4297701636239055575-3184292667665657625?l=paint-withme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paint-withme.blogspot.com/feeds/3184292667665657625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4297701636239055575&amp;postID=3184292667665657625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297701636239055575/posts/default/3184292667665657625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297701636239055575/posts/default/3184292667665657625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paint-withme.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-have-dreamm.html' title='I have a dreamm'/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268093331699522717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xxBV08Mu4NY/R_LstiRp1eI/AAAAAAAAACI/qqfDXuf-uQE/S220/oi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxBV08Mu4NY/S3o_V5y_1DI/AAAAAAAAAGE/-jYHft6LM3A/s72-c/beautiful_coffee_art_5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4297701636239055575.post-8083916000994944387</id><published>2010-02-15T21:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T14:32:52.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fountain-living</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxBV08Mu4NY/S3o90MrsnoI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Irj2cXMzA1c/s1600-h/fountain72.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438727466970291842" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxBV08Mu4NY/S3o90MrsnoI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Irj2cXMzA1c/s320/fountain72.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 257px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;One day I was sitting in the pews at church and God flashed a beautiful picture of a fountain at me. This picture unravelled some truths in my life that I hadn't realized. So I started writing on it. I don't have very much, but this is what I have so far. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The Order of God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; Have you ever thought about what happens when we live life out of order? When following the order of a recipe what happens when we put the pan full of ingredients into the oven before actually mixing it altogether? I’ve never done this before but I would imagine parts of the “baked good” would become burnt, other parts out of place, the eggs would be completely cooked, and it would look like one big giant mess. For some reason when we follow the order of the recipe, even though we use all the same ingredients, the baked good comes out exactly the way the maker (of the recipe) intended it to be. In the same way God is the Creator, Maker of the Universe, and he is a God of order. There is an order and a way this life was meant to be lived. Unfortunately we have missed the mark and messed up real bad. We are that big unmixed baked mess. Fortunately Jesus lived in the rightful order of the way God intended every human being to live. This order is what I will call the “fountain-way”. Before I begin discussing the various parts of the fountain, I will begin by stating something that someone taught me during my work in the Downtown Eastside (DTES) of Vancouver which I will never forget. I believe it is a pretty well-known theological? model used. I worked at a drop-in center in the DTES called the Living Room which is a huge room that people in the DTES with severe mental illness can access for services, activities, food, or just sit down to play a game of scrabble and crib. During my work there I had a lot of free time and opportunity to talk to many people including this one man I cam across. &amp;nbsp;He was one of those rare deep thinkers. He has read so many books and thought of so many things, 50% of the time I could not follow what he was saying. Not because he didn’t make any sense but because his thinking was too deep. I used to begin by making a conscious effort to try and follow what he was saying but about halfway through a philosophy or concept I would lose him and just sit there nodding my head and sitting in complete confusion. Among the many many many things that he shared with me, one thing that stuck out for me was the concept of the vertical and horizontal cross. Up until that point I have never heard or thought of this before. He told me that one of the reasons that he lived in this neighbourhood as one of "these people" was due to the horizontal aspect of the cross. He went on to say much more; unfortunately the only thing I remember is the fact that the vertical line represents our relationship with God, whereas the horizontal line represents social justice and our relationship with others around us. Both are needed to make the cross and what he was saying was that for many Christians, the horizontal line is missing and unless we have both we don't really understand the meaning of the cross. In other words you aren't really a follower of Christ, you are only "labelled one" unless your life reflects both lines of this cross. This line of thinking is in fact one of the reasons I even began exposing myself to different works in the DTES. I grew up in a safe church and in a Christian family and I knew there was much more to what God had in mind when he sent his Son. I too believed this to be doing something about the social injustices of this world. I was yearning to know God’s heart and what He was all about and surprise surprise, he showed it to me. He showed me his heart for mankind, his heart ache and tears upon injustice, and his unconditional love for the very people in my backyard, the Downtown Eastside. I could not contain myself upon this truth. I could not turn my eye. I could not ignore what I had just learned. Immediately I acted upon this revelation of truth. I felt like I had finally realized the purpose of my life. At that point in my life I did all that I could do, unfortunately I could not give more than I wanted due to the nursing program at school that I was in, but I did what I could. I knew there was some major injustice even within our city when I walked down east hastings. I helped out at Beauty Nights for the women in the DTES, I volunteered at a clinic, I volunteered at a Christian organization, and eventually I began working in the DTES at the Living Room and Mission Possible. I learned a lot. The hard way. In many ways I am glad I did because God knew I was yearning for truth. I learned from people’s stories and my heart broke and cried out for this neighborhood. The history, the physical and sexual abuse that many of these people experienced, the way some lives spun out of control, the rejection people have received from family and society, and the coping strategy of drugs and alcohol some of these people used to escape from the hurt and pain only to find themselves spinning into a deeper and darker vicious cycle. The injustice tore my heart and like many others I could not understand how mainstream church could also turn a blind eye to these people. As time went by however, my heart ran dry, my efforts seemed pointless, my love for people began to feel fake, and I kept saying to myself over and over, "Love is an action, not a feeling", "Faith is an action, not a feeling". I continued to chug along until I hit.. depression, apathy, loss of motivation, bitterness, and periods of overwhelming emotions to no emotions whatsoever. What is this? Why is this? I asked God. He said, “Grace, you wanted to know my heart and I shared with you my heart. I also gave you this heart for people for a reason. But you missed the mark." "What do you mean?" I asked him. "That is very superwoman of you to act upon the truth that I revealed to you; however, first of all, I never asked you to be superwoman but more importantly I didn’t say yes. I didn’t give you the green light. Yes I gave you this special heart but you weren’t ready to go out for what I have in store for you.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Fountain-living&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; There are those of us who act with zeal without the preparation or foundation and green light that has been given to us, and there are those of us who wait and wait even when God has given us the green light and wait our lives away. This is specifically referring to a situation post-accepting Christ as your Lord and Savior. In one of my favorite books by Shane Claiborne, he stated, “Jesus taught us how to live”.  Yes, he did. I also agree with the vertical and horizontal aspect of the cross and that both are needed to worship God. Our love for others is also considered our worship to God. Our love for God is also reflected in our love for others. I just want to emphasize that accepting Christ as the only way to God comes before the second part of Christianity, “how to live”. The "how to live" does not come as a means to God. It enhances our relationship with God because we are living the way God wants us to and God is showing us more of himself when we are living in the order of the way they ought to be. This brings me to this fountain. I believe this picture is a representation of how life is meant to be lived. This fountain is comprised of four different parts.  The image of this fountain came to me during the middle of service. This whole idea of God’s order continued to pop up every once in awhile particularly after hitting dead dry land following my (it felt like endless) service in the DTES, and then everything clicked together during this service when a picture of a beautiful fountain flashed in my head. From the top of this fountain water was flowing out filling the first basin and as the first basin filled it overflowed into the slightly larger basin beneath it filling that basin up and so on until the very last very large basin. This last basin was filled with dried up soil that had cracks and punctures in it all over the place. The soil looked pretty much useless. As the water poured out into this last basin the dried soil began sucking every bit of this water but the water continued to flow into this soil. There was a never-ending supply of water from the point that overflowed from the top all the way to the bottom until the soil in the last bowl began to moisten. Soon enough little spurts of green life started popping here and there. There it was. God showed me a picture of the order, the way Jesus lived his life, and the way each and one of us are to live this life. It was the fountain-effect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; The very top of the fountain was a tiny point out of which water came from. This point represents the never-ending and everlasting supply of God’s love. Water, love, joy, goodness, grace, mercy overflows out of the point and begins to fill up the first basin. The first basin represents the relationship I have with God, my Father and the love that I share with my Father. Out of the overflow of that relationship, the love and all the goodness of God overflows into the second slightly larger basin which represents my relationship with my family. The closest I can define this family is to compare it to a cell in our body, a unit, the people we would consider to be moving in unison with us. For instance a wife and a husband are to be one. It is the smallest unit that works with you along this life’s journey. For Jesus the unit was his disciples. The third cup represents our love and our relationship with other believers, the body of Christ, the Church. The last basin containing the dried and punctured soil represents the world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;God helped me to realize that all this time I had it really mixed up. I had the most love, tolerance and compassion for the world. And then I judged the church and particularly church leaders or pastors for not being the church and the light in this world. I had higher expectations and I believed that the church ought to be more like this and this. So I tried being what I believed the church ought to be.. But God was saying to me, "Grace, I'm going to use the body of Christ to bring restoration and life into this world. It is through the "church", through this community of people who have chosen to surrender their lives to Jesus and allow Jesus to work through them, through a people who realize they don't have it altogether but recognize the One who does, through a body of believers who learn to love and be united with one another recognizing the different roles everyone plays in my kingdom, I am going to use them to bring life, healing and restoration into this world. Can you accept this? Will you be a part of this?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I don't have it altogether. I mess up. I make mistakes. My efforts fail me. My love runs dry. But I know someone whose love never runs dry, who has it altogether, and who knows what it means to live. So I surrender myself to the only One who can make a way. I allow Jesus to possess me completely and give me true life.  I am learning to love and be part of a community and I am finding more and more how each person plays such a valuable part in the body of Christ, each with different roles. Truly, "By this all men will know that you are my disciples, if you love one another" (John 13:34). There's a reason that the filling and the love and unity within the church basin comes before helping and loving the world basin. I am truly finding more and more that evangelism is a byproduct of being in relationship with the Father/allowing Christ to possess you. Out of that overflow eventually comes the healing of this broken and dried up land. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 17px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4297701636239055575-8083916000994944387?l=paint-withme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paint-withme.blogspot.com/feeds/8083916000994944387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4297701636239055575&amp;postID=8083916000994944387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297701636239055575/posts/default/8083916000994944387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297701636239055575/posts/default/8083916000994944387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paint-withme.blogspot.com/2010/02/fountain-living.html' title='Fountain-living'/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268093331699522717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xxBV08Mu4NY/R_LstiRp1eI/AAAAAAAAACI/qqfDXuf-uQE/S220/oi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxBV08Mu4NY/S3o90MrsnoI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Irj2cXMzA1c/s72-c/fountain72.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4297701636239055575.post-3550689079917284949</id><published>2008-10-11T16:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T16:40:31.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gratefulness to 'oh boy oh boy'</title><content type='html'>I just came back from Mission Possible and it feels weird working as staff now. I had been volunteering there for the last 2 years and I just recently started working there. I received a cheque today which felt so odd because I don't think of it as work when I am there but rather a service to God. And so when I received the cheque I was extremely grateful. It was like a bonus on top of serving God rather than a "I worked for this" kind of attitude. I wonder if that is the kind of attitude we ought to take when we work or shall I say serve...b/c we are to serve God in all we do right?&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I am grateful to be working at an awesome place interacting with beautiful people all around me. I hope and pray they realize that God thinks they are beautiful and valuable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also made a decision. As I was talking with God this morning while driving I have come to a decision about nursing. And as much as I hesitate to write this here I think I probably should...it will keep me accountable to my decision and the conversation I had with my lovely and honest Friend in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as I was thanking my Friend for all sorts of opportunities, he started sharing with me his wonderful little talent story which I wanted to brush off so badly.&lt;br /&gt;He was telling me that I've been given a certain number of talents which include the opportunities I have in front of me. I can either throw it away, an opportunity that not everyone can have, or I can take it and allow it to be used in the mighty ways he wills it and allow the talents to multiply. I was asking him, "why me God? why am I responsible for these talents? it's not like I am any better than anybody else." And he answered, "that is exactly why you must do it. You are not any better than anybody else. You have this opportunity that not everybody gets. So now, with what you know and have, what are you going to do with it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, God. JEepers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4297701636239055575-3550689079917284949?l=paint-withme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paint-withme.blogspot.com/feeds/3550689079917284949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4297701636239055575&amp;postID=3550689079917284949' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297701636239055575/posts/default/3550689079917284949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297701636239055575/posts/default/3550689079917284949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paint-withme.blogspot.com/2008/10/gratefulness-to-oh-boy-oh-boy.html' title='Gratefulness to &apos;oh boy oh boy&apos;'/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268093331699522717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xxBV08Mu4NY/R_LstiRp1eI/AAAAAAAAACI/qqfDXuf-uQE/S220/oi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4297701636239055575.post-7441242167091653606</id><published>2008-10-10T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T07:28:08.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You're funny</title><content type='html'>So, the day after God asked me to call me his friend, before running off to work my dad wanted me to have a quick family service and I was like, “I don’t have time” and he was like “It’ll take 10 minutes” So we started off with singing a song…and it was in korean …and it was about Jesus being my friend. I just thought it was kinda funny. So I was like, “haha God, you’re very funny”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4297701636239055575-7441242167091653606?l=paint-withme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paint-withme.blogspot.com/feeds/7441242167091653606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4297701636239055575&amp;postID=7441242167091653606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297701636239055575/posts/default/7441242167091653606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297701636239055575/posts/default/7441242167091653606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paint-withme.blogspot.com/2008/10/youre-funny.html' title='You&apos;re funny'/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268093331699522717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xxBV08Mu4NY/R_LstiRp1eI/AAAAAAAAACI/qqfDXuf-uQE/S220/oi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4297701636239055575.post-2470574959395087069</id><published>2008-10-10T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T07:23:06.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exciting game</title><content type='html'>Still October 3rd before bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I think I got excited and as I was going to the washroom I just started thinking about the game and also how scared I was. I’m such a scaredy cat. I’m scared when I  wash my face because of what might happen when I close my eyes, I am scared when it is pitch dark… I get quite scared easily. And I found you. I found you in my blanket. You are my blanket that covers my scared little feet and protects em from all the nibblers under my bed when I go to sleep. You are my protector.&lt;br /&gt;I also found you in my ideal husband who awakens me delightfully and spends the morning hours with me either lying silently, talking, making coffee, eating breakfast, reading, or listening to music before I start my day.&lt;br /&gt;Although this one hasn’t happened…for some reason I believe I can find you in that, but I guess I’ve been scared to experience you that intimately although every part of me wants to. I want to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4297701636239055575-2470574959395087069?l=paint-withme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paint-withme.blogspot.com/feeds/2470574959395087069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4297701636239055575&amp;postID=2470574959395087069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297701636239055575/posts/default/2470574959395087069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297701636239055575/posts/default/2470574959395087069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paint-withme.blogspot.com/2008/10/exciting-game.html' title='Exciting game'/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268093331699522717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xxBV08Mu4NY/R_LstiRp1eI/AAAAAAAAACI/qqfDXuf-uQE/S220/oi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4297701636239055575.post-6262007004532818888</id><published>2008-10-09T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T17:02:45.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A little journey</title><content type='html'>October 3, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have finally decided to do this. It’s late and I should be going to sleep since I have work 8:00 in the morning, but I would be up watching episodes of the OC anyways. And I know that this is important. Knowing I’ve realized is not enough for there have been far too many times I have known but have not done. So it was a pretty big struggle to actually pull out my laptop and start writing this as the excuses came pouring into my head, “you need to work tomorrow and get a goodnights rest so why don’t you do it during the day when you have time (which you occupy doing a million other time consuming things)”. The fight has been going on everyday and continues and today I decided to give in to the “other” voice. Holy Spirit? Perhaps. It’s been awhile since I’ve listened to that voice. Anyways, soo I know I need to be doing this. This knowledge comes from that voice, and this ‘this’ is keeping record of my life so that perhaps I can see the hands of God at work in my life. To see what happens to a completely broken, messed up, in need of fixing life. You see I believe in God. Not only do I believe in God, but I know that God works, he is love, he changes lives, he restores, he heals, etc. I know all this and I believe all this, I’ve seen this, I’ve gotten a glimpse and some taste of this, and I even claim to be his daughter, yet I haven’t experienced the abundance and fullness of the life that he has given me…only to a certain extent…to the extent I want him to and then I take over. So perhaps keeping record will not only keep me accountable for the decision that I have made today to not only know what that abundant life is or looks like but to actually live it to the fullest he has designed me to be. Is that possible? I don’t know, but I think it’s worth trying because this depression thing is not working out for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boyfriend helped me today in making this first step, this decision. He doesn’t know about it yet, and I’m not exactly planning on telling him, hopefully my life will show it. I’ve only told two people that I have been crying before going to bed every single night. It’s this feeling of frustration, trappedness, meaninglessness, hopelessness, and I don’t know just tears. So he prayed for me yesterday. And yesterday for the first time in awhile I did not cry before going to bed. I think there is power in his prayers. So on our way home just a little while ago after we went out for some McD’s I asked him to pray for me again…which has I believe already helped me…in bringing me here. I’m not sure if it is me listening to his prayer, the fact that he is hoping and praying for me, the Holy Spirit at work, or whatever that has caused me to start writing this, but whatever it is…is kinda working for now. At least I won this fight…I’m writing, rather than watching the OC, which I haven’t done in ages. I usually write things to convict or challenge others because I’ve heard, realized, or discovered things that have convicted or challenged me, so this writing is a little different. I’m putting myself out there, out …on this piece of laptop paper, to see what God is made up of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s an interesting section in this book I’m reading called the Shack where Mack, the main character is having a conversation with God in the shack and God describes how Jesus like this bird whose nature is to fly, chooses only to walk and remain on the ground. The bird however never stops being the bird. He explains to Mack that although by nature Jesus is fully God, Jesus is fully human and lives as such. While never losing the innate ability to fly, he chooses moment-by-moment to remain grounded and thus the name Immanuel. Mack then asks about Jesus’ ability to heal the blind, etc. and God interestingly says, “Jesus is fully human. Although he is also fully God, he has never drawn upon his nature as God to do anything. He has only lived out of his relationship with me, living in the very same manner that I desire to be in relationship with every human being. He is just the first to do it to the uttermost—the first to absolutely trust my life within him, the first to believe in my love and my goodness without regard for appearance or consequence..So when he healed the blind, he did so as a dependent, limited human being trusting in my life and power to be at work within him and through him. Jesus, as a human being, had no power within himself to heal anyone. Only as he rested in his relationship with me, and in our communion—our co-union—could he express my heart and will into any given circumstance. So, when you look at Jesus and it appears that he is flying, he really is..flying. But what you are actually seeing is me; my life in him. That’s how he lives and acts as a true human, how every human is designed to live—out of my life.” And it goes on. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;I guess that is what this is all about. I want to be in relationship with him to the uttermost, to absolutely trust God’s life within me, to believe in his love and goodness, and to live out of my relationship with God. Ultimately when I die and I have lived this life, the one thing I want people to say about me is God’s life in me. To see His fingerprints written all over me, his workings, and to leave his fingerprints with those I’ve lived with, those I’ve interacted with, those I’ve come in contact with. That’s my desire. There I said it. That is my desire!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;So where do I begin, well….I’ll start off with one thing…something my friend suggested to me today…listening prayer. You ask God a question and you listen to his answer.&lt;br /&gt;So here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, first of all, what would you like me to call you? I’ve been wondering this because ever since I started reading the shack I thought it was kinda interesting how Mack’s wife calls you Papa…although she is not a real person.. anyways, I want to know what you would like me to call you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;Friend.&lt;/span&gt; (So interesting how this is the answer. Completely not what I was thinking. I was thinking something more like Poppy or dad or something…I don’t even know if it’s “right” but I guess it works. I mean God is God, Jesus, and Holy Spirit…and we call Jesus, friend right? Anyways…here I go again, justifying what I’ve heard to make sure it fits and is okay.)&lt;br /&gt;Why do you want me to call you ‘friend’?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;You say you want to be in uttermost relationship with me. I know that you know that you are my daughter and that I love you dearly, but I don’t think you completely understand that you can have a beautiful friendship with your father. I want you to call me your friend so you can understand that better. I want to be in on your problems, struggles, convictions, excitement, and more. I want to enjoy life with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, Friend. I just had to go back and capitalize the ‘f’ on friend…I don’t know I guess it still just doesn’t feel right. I guess this will take some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;Whenever you’re ready.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Friend, what do you wanna do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;I wanna play a game with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Again? I’ve done this one with you already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;Almost a decade ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, what game?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;First of all I want you to stop looking up when you talk with me. I’m not way up there in the sky.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;This game is called, “I spy with my little eyes something that is Me”. I want you to look for me in your everyday life. Is it this? And I will answer you. And then record it. You will find me (not to your surprise because you already “know” this) that I am not way up there. So stop looking up. Be freed from your routine and religious acts. Yes there may be reason which is good to understand but I want you to live free in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4297701636239055575-6262007004532818888?l=paint-withme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paint-withme.blogspot.com/feeds/6262007004532818888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4297701636239055575&amp;postID=6262007004532818888' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297701636239055575/posts/default/6262007004532818888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297701636239055575/posts/default/6262007004532818888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paint-withme.blogspot.com/2008/10/little-journey.html' title='A little journey'/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268093331699522717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xxBV08Mu4NY/R_LstiRp1eI/AAAAAAAAACI/qqfDXuf-uQE/S220/oi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4297701636239055575.post-7405121600434847415</id><published>2008-06-26T13:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T13:20:53.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Precious Gem</title><content type='html'>One of my friends whom I met while volunteering a year ago in the DTES sent me a message. And in that message one of the things she wrote was:&lt;br /&gt;"You will learn many things that are not written in the textbooks. It is written in the hearts of the people (patients) you will meet. You take care coz the world needs somebody like Grace."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe the amount of impact those words are having on me right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gain soooo much from her and her life story. She's been through heck of a lot and has been quite hurt by the church and is having a hard time believing there is a God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is so beautiful and I know God loves her soooo much. Please pray for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm meeting her in two hours! I'm sooo excited to see her!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4297701636239055575-7405121600434847415?l=paint-withme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paint-withme.blogspot.com/feeds/7405121600434847415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4297701636239055575&amp;postID=7405121600434847415' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297701636239055575/posts/default/7405121600434847415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297701636239055575/posts/default/7405121600434847415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paint-withme.blogspot.com/2008/06/precious-gem.html' title='Precious Gem'/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268093331699522717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xxBV08Mu4NY/R_LstiRp1eI/AAAAAAAAACI/qqfDXuf-uQE/S220/oi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4297701636239055575.post-153286947014734717</id><published>2008-06-24T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T17:03:39.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A couple of lyrics</title><content type='html'>I just wanna share the lyrics to a couple of songs I wrote a while ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Walking&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking through each day, wonderin where I'm going&lt;br /&gt;The sun is down before I even know what I'm doing&lt;br /&gt;So I close my eyes and I shut my ears&lt;br /&gt;Turn off my mind and just keep on walking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desensitize me so I don't gotta think no more&lt;br /&gt;Desensititize me with shows, clothes and booze&lt;br /&gt;Desensitize me with another cup of coffee please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look to the east and the west&lt;br /&gt;Lectures and theories, philosophies&lt;br /&gt;Where are the answers to my hearts condition&lt;br /&gt;Scared to see what I will find so subconsciously I shout&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desensitize me so I don't gotta think no more&lt;br /&gt;Desensitize me with busy-ness, no time to spare&lt;br /&gt;Desensitize me with another cup of coffee please...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking just walking just walking...&lt;br /&gt;Walking and walking just walking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will your Kingdom Come?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hear the world cry out, injustice all around me&lt;br /&gt;But I keep on walking as none's wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see my friend choke down, people dying 'round me&lt;br /&gt;But I close my eyes to see no one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't do this longer now, I've become a corpse&lt;br /&gt;Strip me to the core so I can breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to breathe want to be free&lt;br /&gt;To live a life created for me&lt;br /&gt;Oh God break me apart&lt;br /&gt;Help me to see your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hear the world cry out, injustice all around me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see my friend choke down, people dying 'round me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I choose to be a part of Kingdom Come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4297701636239055575-153286947014734717?l=paint-withme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paint-withme.blogspot.com/feeds/153286947014734717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4297701636239055575&amp;postID=153286947014734717' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297701636239055575/posts/default/153286947014734717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297701636239055575/posts/default/153286947014734717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paint-withme.blogspot.com/2008/06/couple-of-lyrics.html' title='A couple of lyrics'/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268093331699522717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xxBV08Mu4NY/R_LstiRp1eI/AAAAAAAAACI/qqfDXuf-uQE/S220/oi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4297701636239055575.post-7783680975569332579</id><published>2008-06-24T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T17:34:49.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry 2</title><content type='html'>What we say, what we do, what we wear, what we eat is what we promote with our lives whether it is what we want to promote or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every action has so much meaning, probably more than we know. For example something as simple as going to tim hortons and purchasing coffee. I'm guessing that tim hortons coffee isn't fair trade. Just the act of buying that coffee says "I am okay with purchasing something that might not have been ethically traded." Or "I'm okay that maybe some people may not have been paid properly (or treated properly)" because I continue to promote this with my dollars. And although it is not something we would deliberately do, we are continuing the problem with our money and by saying it is okay to others around us (b/c we just bought it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mean to be all ethical and "lets change the world". But do we think about the clothes we buy? Where it was made or how it was made? Some people argue that if it weren't for sweat shops people would be jobless or would end up in prostitution and what not. So does that mean sweat shops are okay b/c it's the lesser of the evils??&lt;br /&gt;Do we think about the impact of eating meat, not just for how the animals are treated in our factory farms (although that is unbelievably bad enough) but also on our environment (factory farming) and how our north american meat consumption affects our health?&lt;br /&gt;Choosing to spend more of our time in entertainment over family? Or bf over friends? It's not that they're bad but that what we do is a representation of our state...the state of our heart..the state of our priorities. It isn't necessarily what we want, but it represents what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find sometimes the person I want to be seems so far, idealistic, impossible, or difficult. I look around me and there are problems everywhere. Where do I start? I think a lot of us also have a tendency not to do something unless it's perfect or there are results. For me living as the person God wants me to be while living in this world seems impossible. So what then? Do nothing about it? In one of my classes I learned that this is called naturalistic fallacy-when we don't move to the 'ought' b/c it's always been like this or there is nothing you can do. It's pretty much an invalid arugument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, so I decided..fine...I'll do what I can within what I can do. So I began buying fairtrade coffee and tea. When I go to starbucks I will ask if they have their fairtrade coffee (which are Estima, Verona, and Organic mexican something--&amp;gt;they are starbucks' certified fairtrade coffees. Their other ones are apparently fairly traded but haven't been certified yet b/c of costs.)I don't buy meat when I go grocery shopping and try to buy free range eggs (altho i'm a little iffy about that too now). I've purchased bags that can be used over again (made from recycled material) for grocery shopping, shopping etc. I'm trying to buy fairtrade stuff...clothing being the most difficult b/c there is barely anything in Canada and the U.S. I'm having a hard time going to thrift stores instead (I should try more). And there is still so much more I can do. It's an uphill battle sometimes because it's not like you see changes and differences being made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know what..just because I can't change the world or make a difference does not mean I should give up. Why? B/c God looks at your heart. What are you going to do about the things you can do? Can I see that you're trying to live it out? B/c God uses very non-special unexpecting people with the right heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my life to reflect the kind of person I want to become. I want to become a woman who gives some crap about God's creation (his people, the environment, and even the animals--&amp;gt;watch earthlings). I want to reflect a life that isn't consumed by me. When I've lived this life I want people to say I cared. I want people to see that even though I didn't have much, there was life and an undying hope to me that could only come from God. I want to have lived an abundant life. I want people to say “Her heart was taken by God” “She was all about the kingdom of God on earth and she didn’t choose to be discouraged by what she saw around her…she had an ongoing hope even when things seemed hopeless or impossible."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still so far from who I want to become but that doesn't mean I don't do anything about it. Even if I fail to live in the way I want over and over again, I get back up, learn, get better, keep going, trusting and hoping in God and becoming the woman he created me to be consumed by His will, His kingdom (what He wants).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Hillsong said when they came to Tbird..my life is like a guitar and when it's in the right hands beautiful music can be made from it. I give my life to you God to play beautiful music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So these were my thoughts from awhile ago which I just haven't had time to blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4297701636239055575-7783680975569332579?l=paint-withme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paint-withme.blogspot.com/feeds/7783680975569332579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4297701636239055575&amp;postID=7783680975569332579' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297701636239055575/posts/default/7783680975569332579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297701636239055575/posts/default/7783680975569332579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paint-withme.blogspot.com/2008/06/entry-2.html' title='Entry 2'/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268093331699522717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xxBV08Mu4NY/R_LstiRp1eI/AAAAAAAAACI/qqfDXuf-uQE/S220/oi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4297701636239055575.post-2610765696809743044</id><published>2008-06-15T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T17:28:14.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cry</title><content type='html'>So I wanted to write my next blog on some of the amazing things God's been doing in my life. But I'm not exactly in the state to do so. Sigh. I think I need to get this off my chest first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart feels like it's been ripped out of me. It hurts so much. I don't know how and when I let myself become this vulnerable...it hurts. I know it was the right thing and I know that God is breaking me apart so that I can be more fully dependent on Him. And I know that this is good and that it'll all be more than okay. And I know he wants me to live the abundant life he has for me. And I'm so grateful that God still wants my heart and he wants to work good in my life even though my heart was somewhere else. And I'm super blessed by all the support and love I know I have around me. But it still hurts. I'm screaming and crying my heart out. I guess it's all part of the healing process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a part of me that wants to go back.But God keeps crying out to me to look forward and look at Him.  I'm fighting. I'm fighting so hard. But I feel so weak. If it came back to me right now, I would crumble at any moment. So I've been praying not only for strength and peace but to keep me from going back. B/c I want to, there's a part of me that wants it back so bad. But another part of me that's been crying quietly wants me to want what God wants more than anything else. So I'm refraining and I'm fighting and in the process I believe I am being healed to the core from this aching pain that doesn't seem to be leaving the left side of my chest.&lt;br /&gt;All I can do right now is just cry. And it's okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4297701636239055575-2610765696809743044?l=paint-withme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paint-withme.blogspot.com/feeds/2610765696809743044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4297701636239055575&amp;postID=2610765696809743044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297701636239055575/posts/default/2610765696809743044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297701636239055575/posts/default/2610765696809743044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paint-withme.blogspot.com/2008/06/cry.html' title='cry'/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268093331699522717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xxBV08Mu4NY/R_LstiRp1eI/AAAAAAAAACI/qqfDXuf-uQE/S220/oi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4297701636239055575.post-6780089342109349173</id><published>2008-03-13T03:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T17:30:24.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry 1</title><content type='html'>March 13, 2008, 4:00am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought process/Attempt at figuring out and organizing the crazy information floating around in my head:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thy Kingdom Come: Hmmm…I think it has a lot to do with Namaste-Respecting the spirit dwelling in the temple of God (the person). Although this term is used a lot by Buddhists and other religions, it should be quite relevant to the Christian faith. In other words treating each person as the most precious being in the world (treating people as though they were Jesus) or seeing God’s image in each person we encounter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me try to explain why I think "living namaste" has a lot to do with "thy kingdom come". We live in a world/society that has dehumanized people: we lust (ex. look at posters of people as if they’re objects), we kill, lie, cheat, steal, gossip, greed for more, and grumble to better ourselves usually being completely oblivious to who it impacts and what kind of impact our actions may have on society, the marginalized, and the world. In a world that tells us we can do whatever we want, in a world that tells us anything is achievable if we put our minds to it, in a world that essentially dehumanizes us (without us knowing), we find a Jesus who came to show us another way to live. He told us to open our eyes because the kingdom is near. The kingdom is in our midst, we just need to open our eyes to see God’s image in each person. What does this mean? Do we see how valuable each being is and treat them with worth just for the mere fact that they are God's creation? Jesus essentially comes to a dehumanized world that has made a hell out of God’s creation and tells us that this wasn’t how God intended us to live. We get mixed confusing messages, but essentially Jesus is telling us that it is hypocritical to spend hundreds of dollars on a church stained glass window while the hungry are starving to death. It is not just an issue of poverty and hunger, but the issue is the fact that we have become dehumanized enough to care less about God’s precious creation (human beings). Why do we love to watch movies? why do we love people’s stories? why do we love to have more than surface level conversations? It makes us human again…it touches the core of our being…we weren’t meant to be people who treat each other like animals or objects. So why am I so passionate about the homeless and the poor? Because in my world around me of consumerism, self-servism (made up word), and a lot of the times a day full of busyness with little of what’s real, talking with the homeless and poor humanizes me again. It’s weird because I used to think and people think that when I go and volunteer in the DTES, I am helping them, but selfish as it is, I am drawn to them because as I listen to these people with little else to lose vulnerably pour out their stories, I am touched again and I feel my heart being changed. And I begin to see Jesus in these intriguing people (who move hearts). They are the most precious beings in the world.. how can I selfishly ignore their cries and their hurts. And I want the world to see and hear their cries; I want the world to listen, to be touched, and to become human again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that’s why people say they see God when they go on mission trips because when we're with the hurting and the poor we're humanized and touched by people’s stories and we see just how real and precious people are. When we realize that people are not just objects or to be treated like garbage, or criminals or "they deserve it" kind of attitude, but see that people are bearers of God’s image, we understand that it's not just about being a "good person" with a "special gift" or a "special heart" but we understand that God is just.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the question isn't whether we believe in God or not, because whether you do or not, it doesn't change anything.. God is who he is. The question is, will you take part in Jesus' invitation to take part in his kingdom (an invitation to be a people set apart from a life of self-servism and dehumanization into a kingdom or lifestyle or way of seflessism and humanization).&lt;br /&gt;Can we live this kingdom namaste without God? Essentially can these high morals stand alone apart from the Creator?&lt;br /&gt;Time and time again we've seen leaders and religions with these morals...but why have they failed? why have they become corrupted? Many times people (christians included) start off with good intentions.. equality, selflessness, etc..but with human ability alone, we are prone to fail...due to our limited knowledge, our feelings, our nature when temptations creep in.... basically we're not God. That's why those good things (as attractive as they are) anytime it stands alone/apart from God... doesn't work. We need to know who our Creator is in order to know how to properly live a life intended by Him. The two need to go hand in hand because it is God who has unlimited knowledge, it is Jesus who loved perfectly (unconditionally).&lt;br /&gt;I personally don't think that God's kingdom is a far away thing, I believe that we become a part of his kingdom when we join in on the work that God has begun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is Almighty..Yes.. and he does have the power to do whatever he wants, such as getting rid of hunger and disease and pain. Jesus and his followers have healed the sick and raised the dead…but eventually the people that have been healed by the miracles of Jesus will eventually get sick from something else and die from something else (can’t remember where I read this). It isn’t the miracles and power that makes God God. When the people asked Jesus to save himself, Jesus had the power to save himself. When Satan tempted Jesus to make stones into bread (probably a huge temptation to get rid of hunger in the world) Jesus had the power to do so, but Jesus knew that it wasn’t an issue of hunger but rather an issue of whether his people (anyone willing to follow him) were willing to give a shit about these people who’ve been forgotten and treated like nothing. When Satan tempted Jesus to jump off in the center of the Roman Empire and prove to the world and the religious powers that he is God, Jesus could have done so, and may have been very tempted to do so. But if at any time Jesus gave into the self-idolizing act and greed for power with the world, he would have failed to relay the point. It is not that Jesus healed the leper, it was that Jesus touched someone that nobody dared to go near. It was that Jesus accepted the prostitute that the religious folks had judged. It was that Jesus accepted the tax collector (the “bad” one). We remember the Jesus who loved the loweliest, the judged, the marginalized, the forgotten, the unloved, those yearning to be loved. Jesus was teaching his people (whoever is willing to follow) to stop dehumanizing God’s creation, stop violence, and stop treating people like shit. He calls his people (whoever is willing to follow) to truly live as we were intended to live set apart from the ways of the devil (power, pride, greed....etc)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why we don’t find God at the top (the place with all the pride, the money, greed, usually success) or even on the road that leads to that path is because on that road people have ignored God’s intended way of living, loving, and sharing and have chosen to live lives apart from God and don’t want anything to do with him (usually these are the people who “have it altogether” and know it all) and in Romans 1:18-32 God reveals his wrath to them. The funny thing is..God’s wrath/condemnation isn’t what we think it is. God's wrath is by letting them go to live as they wish (if you don’t believe me..read it). He pretty much says, “If you don’t care, there’s nothing else I can do, I’m not going to force you to do anything (b/c that will only make you into robots), so fine go and live and do as you please” …resulting in a people making a hell of God’s creation by hoarding, lusting, sexually confused, hurting each other, and walking through a downward spiral of dehumanization and negatively impacting society’s marginalized, forgotten, and making the gap between the rich and poor greater and greater and then wondering how God could do such a thing to the poor and the suffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Jesus calls us to live set apart from this kind of hell. He calls us to live as heaven on earth, to pray for his kingdom come (impacting people with love and inviting people to live as heaven on earth), to only take our daily bread (only what we need…so that we don’t walk down that road of greed, hoarding, gluttony).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of times the reason why so many “Christians” are dry, empty, and in need of something to fill them up again and again is because we ourselves are confused with Jesus’ teachings and the world we live in. I guess the question to ask is, is it possible to follow Jesus (to show people a life that values humans) while holding on to stuff? I personally think that is why Jesus was poor. It just seems a little hypocritical to say we love God and cause someone to suffer because we value that new gadget over a person…a real person..yes real…maybe that’s what we don’t get. Maybe people aren’t real to us when we don’t see them or interact with them…maybe that’s why our hearts are changed when we encounter the suffering, the orphans, the widows, the poor….b/c we see that they are real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We say we love God…but God says... how can you love the Creator if you treat His creation like nothing? We say we love Jesus, but Jesus tells us that whatever we do for the needy we have done for Jesus himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If religious people are merely gathering among themselves and creating their own “Christian culture” they are no followers of Jesus. It is on that ironic road that Jesus walked of selflessism and humanization (through sacrificial love), we find life, humans, God, a kingdom. This kingdom is already in the midst of us. Since the beginning of time, God has called his people over and over to live a life set apart, and Jesus comes to show us how to live that set apart life and invites us to join in this kingdom characterized by seeing the divine nature in each human and treating them as God’s precious creation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m a little biased…so to compensate for it I’m gonna pretty much quote a huge section out of the new book I’m reading called Jesus for President by Shane Claiborne P.95. This section is talking about the Sermon on the Mount (read it first if you don’t know it).&lt;br /&gt;“If the people of God were to transform the world through fascination, these amazing teachings had to work at the center of these peculiar people. Then we can look into the eyes of a centurion and see not a beast but a child of God, and then walk with that child a couple of miles. Look into the eyes of tax collectors as they sue you in court; see their poverty and give them your coat. Look into the eyes of the ones who are hardest for you to like, and see the One you love. For God loves good and bad people. Even God doesn’t grasp for the knowledge of good and evil but sends rain to water the fields of both the just and the unjust. That’s why enemy love is the only thing that Jesus says makes a person like God---perfect.” (side note: Yoder notes that the word perfect here doesn’t mean “without blemish” but means “unconditional” (Politics of Jesus, 117))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Prayer:&lt;br /&gt;God, I don’t know what to do with all this stuff around me right now. I want to follow you but because of the messed up and confused life that I have lived with mixed messages coming from all over I have gotten myself into a bit of a trap and I don’t know where to begin and what to do. My heart still aches as I look at this world and I am frustrated by my own selfishness and greed. Help me God to live a life set apart for you. If there is something that you want me to let go of, would you show me what it is, and then open another (your) door for me. If you want me to give away my jacket would you show me where to give it? If you want me to let go of my dresser, would you show me where you want me to give it to. Open these doors for me, I am willing to give You (for your kingdomàyour creation) anything. I just need to start somewhere. I will take time right now to pause and think of what you want me to let go of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My books? Seriously? Interesting…not what I had imagined. book according to the person who needs it? with a message in the cover of each book, “…pass this book on to the next person needed”&lt;br /&gt;Ummmm…okay if that’s the first step you want me to take….I’ll do it…..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4297701636239055575-6780089342109349173?l=paint-withme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paint-withme.blogspot.com/feeds/6780089342109349173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4297701636239055575&amp;postID=6780089342109349173' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297701636239055575/posts/default/6780089342109349173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297701636239055575/posts/default/6780089342109349173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paint-withme.blogspot.com/2008/03/march-13-2008-400am-thought.html' title='Entry 1'/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268093331699522717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xxBV08Mu4NY/R_LstiRp1eI/AAAAAAAAACI/qqfDXuf-uQE/S220/oi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4297701636239055575.post-7463788413871318981</id><published>2008-03-06T22:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T22:58:01.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I bought Shane Claiborne's new book "Jesus for President" !!&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited! I decided that I need to savour it... I shouldn't read it all at once... i m gonna read it a bit at a time. plus it's probably better to absorb that way... considering my memory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4297701636239055575-7463788413871318981?l=paint-withme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paint-withme.blogspot.com/feeds/7463788413871318981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4297701636239055575&amp;postID=7463788413871318981' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297701636239055575/posts/default/7463788413871318981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297701636239055575/posts/default/7463788413871318981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paint-withme.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-bought-shane-claibornes-new-book.html' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268093331699522717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xxBV08Mu4NY/R_LstiRp1eI/AAAAAAAAACI/qqfDXuf-uQE/S220/oi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4297701636239055575.post-3984473415658653161</id><published>2008-02-20T21:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T21:24:30.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love your enemies</title><content type='html'>I found this on &lt;a href="http://blog.ministrygrowers.com/2008/02/13/can-you-love-your-enemies/"&gt;http://blog.ministrygrowers.com/2008/02/13/can-you-love-your-enemies/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a pretty strong statement to make. I say before we can even love anyone, we need to know what it means to love. What does this love look like? And that's when we look at the sacrificial and selfless love that  Christ displayed. A love that only gives (undeservingly) yet does not expect anything in return. It's love for no other reason than just love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxBV08Mu4NY/R70Hqw1tssI/AAAAAAAAAA0/9trvG4VeqTw/s1600-h/hitler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169296378537292482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxBV08Mu4NY/R70Hqw1tssI/AAAAAAAAAA0/9trvG4VeqTw/s400/hitler.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169296095069450930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxBV08Mu4NY/R70HaQ1tsrI/AAAAAAAAAAs/9NwW3eLo-YQ/s400/loveyourenemy-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxBV08Mu4NY/R70G-g1tsqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/X9R3vNhHHBo/s1600-h/loveyourenemy-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169295618328081058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxBV08Mu4NY/R70G-g1tsqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/X9R3vNhHHBo/s400/loveyourenemy-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.ministrygrowers.com/2008/02/13/can-you-love-your-enemies/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4297701636239055575-3984473415658653161?l=paint-withme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paint-withme.blogspot.com/feeds/3984473415658653161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4297701636239055575&amp;postID=3984473415658653161' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297701636239055575/posts/default/3984473415658653161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297701636239055575/posts/default/3984473415658653161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paint-withme.blogspot.com/2008/02/love-your-enemies.html' title='Love your enemies'/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268093331699522717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xxBV08Mu4NY/R_LstiRp1eI/AAAAAAAAACI/qqfDXuf-uQE/S220/oi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxBV08Mu4NY/R70Hqw1tssI/AAAAAAAAAA0/9trvG4VeqTw/s72-c/hitler.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4297701636239055575.post-8274290764207417281</id><published>2008-01-24T18:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T18:55:25.051-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Church</title><content type='html'>So I started reading this book called Revolution by Barna and it has touched basis on a lot of things that’s been on my heart lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attend this leadership/prayer group regularly and one of the girls in the group one week was sharing some of her struggles about how her mom was in the hospital sick and she was drained with taking care of her younger siblings, making dinner, as well as going to school. We prayed that God would give her strength, peace, and comfort.&lt;br /&gt;But then God convicted me. If we are the church, the body of Christ, if we are truly to be Jesus’ body, what could we have done to meet her needs? Some of us could have helped her make dinner for her family, we could’ve written her notes of encouragement, or taken her out to relieve her from the stress that she experiences at home, or those closer to her family could have visited her mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then God suddenly brought my attention to a close friend who had been struggling financially. And I clearly remember her sharing this with us (group of friends) with tears in her eyes. And I regret that we didn’t do anything as sisters in Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I realized that the reason why the world can’t tell the difference between a Christian and a non-believer is because we aren’t being the church, we are merely church-goers, or Jesus-admirers. We make no effort to advance his kingdom, or put down or own will and take up His.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do we act in love as Jesus did without expecting anything in return? How are we supposed to love our enemies and love strangers if we don’t even know how to love our own brothers and sisters?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if small groups shared their needs and thought of ways they could be the church and meet that need? And once the needs within the group are met, what if each person in that small group advanced God’s kingdom by bringing in the need of someone they knew outside the church to the group and thought of ways they could meet that need by being the living body of Christ? What if the money given to the church was distributed within small groups as needed to advance his kingdom, loving and meeting the needs of those around us before spending it on better sound systems and buildings? When somebody asks us why we do what we do, what if we are able to say that God wants you to know that he loves you, or that we want to love in the same way God loves, or that we are called to be the hands and feet of Jesus, rather than debating and muttering theology and empty words? What if people outside of church began to praise God because Jesus is alive?! What if people began to share testimonies of how the living church has changed their lives? What if the praise time that occurs at church once a week becomes a time of praising a God who is alive, taking joy and giving thanks that lives are changed? What if we invited people to take part in this kind of ministry?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I look around me and look at myself, I see that things are messed up. But there is a groaning within me that things don’t have to stay that way. We can criticize the church all day…but the truth is church is made up of people and we don’t have it altogether, but God hasn’t given up on the church rather he died for the church. Rather than criticizing the church, maybe we can think of ways of being the church…even if it starts with two or three people…inviting others to be a part of advancing God’s kingdom. I asked someone what God’s kingdom looks like to him, and he responded, “A bunch of ordinary, imperfect people following a perfect God.” What does it mean to follow a God who sacrificed and bled for the church? What does it mean to follow Jesus? What was Jesus trying to say to the world when he proclaimed a love that goes beyond culture, ethnicity, and family to strangers and enemies? What does it mean to bleed for the church?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is, the kingdom of God is among us (Luke 17:21). And His kingdom/God’s story will come to completion whether we like it or not. His Will will be done whether we take part in his story by advancing his kingdom or not. God wants us to be a part of his story, but that choice is in our hands. The gospel invites us to follow in the way of Jesus who embodies for us the way of the kingdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to leave this post with one last comment. I’m reading this book called Mere Discipleship by Lee Camp and I’m just going to quote a section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We might summarize Revelation this way: in the ring of human history, there’s a bleeding Lamb in one corner and a dragon in the other. “Common sense” would tell us we should place our bet on the dragon—but there’s a new common sense, a new reality, in which the Lamb turns out victorious. It’s the people of God, the church, who are supposed to know that secret because the mystery has been revealed in Christ.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“John’s Revelation proclaims that the continuity of the church’s witness in martyrdom, in participation in the blood of the Lamb, leads to victory (12:11).”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that’s the case….maybe church is far from what it’s supposed to be. But it doesn't have to stay that way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4297701636239055575-8274290764207417281?l=paint-withme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paint-withme.blogspot.com/feeds/8274290764207417281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4297701636239055575&amp;postID=8274290764207417281' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297701636239055575/posts/default/8274290764207417281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297701636239055575/posts/default/8274290764207417281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paint-withme.blogspot.com/2008/01/church.html' title='Church'/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268093331699522717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xxBV08Mu4NY/R_LstiRp1eI/AAAAAAAAACI/qqfDXuf-uQE/S220/oi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4297701636239055575.post-8305271399994013675</id><published>2008-01-15T01:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T01:59:03.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>narrow path</title><content type='html'>You know it's kind of scary. I've been seeking after the meaning of Christianity, life, truth, and the more I read into it, the more freaked out I get about where I am, where this world is at, and where the church is at.&lt;br /&gt;I mean the church tells me what Christianity is, I've heard things from people since I was little, but my ears have actually only opened to the truths only about 10 months ago. When I was first challenged, I couldn't even open the bible because the words scared me too much. It was as if not knowing was better than knowing and not doing...which is I think kinda true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I seek after truth, I become more and more aware that I am not living a life that God wants me to be living. The Bible is so clear, Jesus' calling to discipleship is so clear, God's calling to living for his kingdom is soooo frickin clear! And I live and pull through each day pulling my hair with something bubbling within me ready to explode. But I keep it in...I have to...I have to maintain and stay cool and just keep going right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news/gospel is not about "God I believe in you. Thank you Jesus for washing my sins away. Period"&lt;br /&gt;The good news proclaimed by Jesus is "Repent, for the kingdom of heaven is at hand."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Repentance, metanoia, does not mean feeling badly about one's sins, kicking or shaming oneself for one's wrongdoing. Instead, repentance means change, and without change, without deep, thoroughgoing change, one could not enter and participate in the kingdom." Lee Camp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark 1: 15 "The time has come," he said. "The kingdom of God is near. Repent and believe the good news!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The "kingdom" announced by Jesus was no mere "spiritual" idea or a new "religion" or a new "personal relationship with God" or even an "opportunity to go to heaven" but a kingdom that threatened the very fabric of the political and social and religious status quo." Lee Camp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The quotes that I have written down below are some of the examples of words that challenge me and open my eyes and my ears.&lt;br /&gt;What does it mean to be a follower of Christ? to take up the cross? to live as Christ lived?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the path down that road is narrow afterall...and few find it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4297701636239055575-8305271399994013675?l=paint-withme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paint-withme.blogspot.com/feeds/8305271399994013675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4297701636239055575&amp;postID=8305271399994013675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297701636239055575/posts/default/8305271399994013675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297701636239055575/posts/default/8305271399994013675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paint-withme.blogspot.com/2008/01/narrow-path.html' title='narrow path'/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268093331699522717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xxBV08Mu4NY/R_LstiRp1eI/AAAAAAAAACI/qqfDXuf-uQE/S220/oi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4297701636239055575.post-9000922262020583662</id><published>2008-01-15T00:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T01:22:05.275-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorite quotes...actually quotes that make me think is a better way of puttin git</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Jesus was not simply a missionary to the poor. He was poor...That is the Jesus we follow." Shane Claiborne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Not saying that we all need to be poor, but what does this mean to us as followers of Christ? Does it mean anything? Could possibly living with so much stuff  in this life make it more difficult to follow Jesus who had nothing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Today, as in days past, there is no way to tell from a person's life, from his deeds, whether or not he is a believer." Leo Tolstoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Christianity without discipleship is always Christianity without Christ." Dietrich Bonhoeffer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Whosoever boasts that he is a Christian, the same must walk as Christ walked" Menno Simons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kinda harsh, direct...kinda scary eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"As we consider what it means to be "born again"...we must ask what it means to be born again into a family in which our sisters and brothers are starving to death...It also becomes scandalous for the church to spend money on windows and building when some family members don't even have water. Welcome to the dysfunctional family of Yahweh." Shane Claiborne"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"The man that can spend money in extending his already broad acres, while his brother and his brother's children cry for bread--the woman that can spend money in purchasing a stylish bonnet, an expensive cloak, or a fine dress, merely to appear fashionable, while her sister and sister's children are shivering with cold and scarce able to cover their nakedness, are no Christians... they are on the broad road that leads to death." (David Lipscomb quoted by Lee Camp)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I think these two quotes really illustrate how being rich really does not make sense as a true disciple of Christ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;"But if we are the bodyWhy aren't His arms reaching?Why aren't His hands healing?Why aren't His words teaching?And if we are the bodyWhy aren't His feet going?Why is His love not showing them there is a way?" Casting Crowns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;I love these lyrics b/c they really emphasize what it means to be the church, to be the body of Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Jesus came not just to prepare us to die but to teach us how to live."&lt;/em&gt; Shane Claiborne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I totally agree. I don't believe that being a Christian is just about being saved and going to heaven when we die. To be honest if our lives aren't transformed or being transformed and if we're not living for God's kingdom now, I'm not quite sure if we've really met Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;"The greatest cause of atheism is Christians who acknowledge Jesus with their lips, then walk out the door and deny him with their lifestyle. That is what an unbelieving world simply finds unbelievable." Brennan Manning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I believe that Jesus should be evident in a Christians life. This is my prayer. That people may see God evident in my life by the way I live. If I am truly a part of the body of Christ, then people should be encountering Jesus when people encounter me. This is my prayer. That I may carry the good news wherever I go by the way I live and bring God's kingdom everywhere with me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"Love God, love people, and follow Jesus" Simple Way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I believe church needs to keep it simple...like this. It is simple and to the core. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"Love is a harsh and dreadful thing to ask of us, but it is the only answer" Dorothy Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"This love is not sentimental but heart wrenching, the most difficult and the most beautiful thing in the world." Shane Claiborne.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Christianity is not easy...b/c we must rise above human nature and everything this world our body and mind tells us to do... and just love in a way that makes no sense at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;"The call to "radical discipleship" is thus not a call to a burdensom moral perfectionism, but a call to leave the old ways of death and darkness, and walk in the new way of abundant life and glorious light, with the Christ who is Light and Life. There, on the path with Christ, we are loved even when we do not deserve to be loved. And there, on the path with Christ, we too are called to love those about us who do not deserve to be loved." Lee Camp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Loving the unlovely, the undeserving, the annoying, the difficult to love, the enemies. We are called to love them ('like' is a feeling. 'love' is an action) just as Christ loves us. hmmm.... He calls us to do some crazy difficult things... but if you say so... since you tell me that this is the way to living an abundant life! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"I'm not too concerned about what I am going to do. I am more interested in who I am becoming. I want to be a lover of God and people." Shane Claiborne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;This is very challenging...especially in a society where our career, education and jobs are....essentially everything...how else do you survive? how else do you make money? what else would you do? If our career or achieving our career is consuming us and preventing us from becoming the person God created us to be, would God ask us to give it up and trust Him? Would God really provide for our needs when we choose to become more like him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"When the poor meet the rich, riches will have no meaning. And when the rich meet the poor, we will see poverty come to an end." Shane Claiborne&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So true. Read his book...so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"It is among the wealthy that we can find the most terrible poverty of all---loneliness." Mother Teresa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The best thing to do with the best things in life is to give it away" unknown&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"There is something scandalous about grace. It's almost embarrassing that God loves losers so much." Shane Claiborne.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Don't spin today away, cuz today will soon be gone." Switchfoot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Oh remind me that I have not reached home" Downhere&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4297701636239055575-9000922262020583662?l=paint-withme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paint-withme.blogspot.com/feeds/9000922262020583662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4297701636239055575&amp;postID=9000922262020583662' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297701636239055575/posts/default/9000922262020583662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297701636239055575/posts/default/9000922262020583662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paint-withme.blogspot.com/2008/01/favorite-quotesactually-quotes-that.html' title='Favorite quotes...actually quotes that make me think is a better way of puttin git'/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268093331699522717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xxBV08Mu4NY/R_LstiRp1eI/AAAAAAAAACI/qqfDXuf-uQE/S220/oi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4297701636239055575.post-6416366530153503705</id><published>2008-01-07T11:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T17:08:59.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart</title><content type='html'>Romans 12:9 “Run for dear life from evil; hold on for dear life to good.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is good?&lt;br /&gt;God called his creation good several times. “He saw that it was good”&lt;br /&gt;Why? I believe it is because everything before the fall was the way God intended it to be. I think clinging onto good then means when we are clinging onto and living in the way God intended things to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can we know God’s intent and his heart? When we read the word, we see that God’s heart is for his kingdom where brokenness of humanity is restored and healed to the way he intends things to be. I believe that is why God has such a heart for humanity, the lost, the broken, the hurting, the hungry, the orphans, the widows. We are living in a world that isn’t the way God intends things to be, and although it was entirely due to mankind’s choices, God doesn’t want to leave us like this.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, back to the verse…so “hold on to dear life to good” I believe that in order to even do this we need to bear God’s heart. The same heart that breaks and cries and mourns for the things that God cries for. The same heart that leaps with joy when the lost are found, and when the hungry are fed. Like Mark Buchanan says in his book ‘Your God is too safe’, “He (Jesus) knows our drowsy indifference to matters of highest importance, our rabid passion for matters that are trivial. He knows we get angrier at missing a bus or being delayed on a runway than we do at crimes of genocide. He knows we rejoice more in winning a game of pinochle than we do in the news that the hungry are fed, the lost are found. So Jesus doesn’t entrust Himself to us.” (Read John 2:25) This is truly how far our heart is from God’s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the church we are to be God’s hands and feet. But how can we be the church/the body of Christ if we don’t bear God’s heart. If our gifts, talents, and lives aren't used for God's kingdom then it truly amounts to nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This New year, I pray that God would stretch and break my heart. I pray for a heart of compassion and for a heart that beats for the same things God’s heart beats for. I don’t want to ask for forgiveness because I did something wrong but I want to cry for breaking God’s heart and ask that He would change my heart, transform me, refine me, and mold me into the way he created me to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4297701636239055575-6416366530153503705?l=paint-withme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paint-withme.blogspot.com/feeds/6416366530153503705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4297701636239055575&amp;postID=6416366530153503705' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297701636239055575/posts/default/6416366530153503705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297701636239055575/posts/default/6416366530153503705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paint-withme.blogspot.com/2008/01/heart.html' title='Heart'/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268093331699522717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xxBV08Mu4NY/R_LstiRp1eI/AAAAAAAAACI/qqfDXuf-uQE/S220/oi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4297701636239055575.post-2401015835500261131</id><published>2007-12-21T14:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T15:08:25.754-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This thing called Christianity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxBV08Mu4NY/R2xHT_RvdZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/RxB9IYNMeMk/s1600-h/background+amazing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146566882906568082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxBV08Mu4NY/R2xHT_RvdZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/RxB9IYNMeMk/s400/background+amazing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a funny thing. It saves people and it scares people, it's about peacekeeping yet it starts fights and wars, it is attractive and it turns you off, some people call it lifestyle, some people call it relationship, some people call it religion. What is this funny thing called Christianity? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel that what Christianity has become is far from what Christianity was intended to be. Not everything, but there are so many ideas, myths, and stereotypes associated with "Christianity" or "Christians". And I feel that we "Christians" spend most of our life defending "Christianity". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I seek to find the meaning of not what it means to be a christian, but what it means to be human. What it means to be this being that God created us to be. What does it mean to be a human being? What is at our core? What were we created for? ...or are we just another passing flower, here today and gone tomorrow? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4297701636239055575-2401015835500261131?l=paint-withme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paint-withme.blogspot.com/feeds/2401015835500261131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4297701636239055575&amp;postID=2401015835500261131' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297701636239055575/posts/default/2401015835500261131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297701636239055575/posts/default/2401015835500261131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paint-withme.blogspot.com/2007/12/this-thing-called-christianity.html' title='This thing called Christianity'/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268093331699522717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xxBV08Mu4NY/R_LstiRp1eI/AAAAAAAAACI/qqfDXuf-uQE/S220/oi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxBV08Mu4NY/R2xHT_RvdZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/RxB9IYNMeMk/s72-c/background+amazing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
