tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24289173571076740302024-02-19T13:38:21.596-05:00THE PILGRIM'S WAY"my life is the life of the reaper and the sower; my prayers are prayers of earth's own clumsily striving (finding and losing and laughing and crying)children whose any sadness or joy is my grief or my gladness...i am a little church(no great cathedral)"
e e cummingsOphelia http://www.blogger.com/profile/15863617563488091909noreply@blogger.comBlogger65125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2428917357107674030.post-58151070229480078892018-12-25T22:02:00.001-05:002018-12-25T22:02:33.703-05:00Finding the Mountain of Moses: The Real Mount Sinai in Saudi Arabia<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/YjrxHqNy5CQ" width="480"></iframe>Ophelia http://www.blogger.com/profile/15863617563488091909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2428917357107674030.post-63965141846915906802018-07-20T23:09:00.001-04:002018-07-20T23:11:34.209-04:00Don't Despair<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Life is not easy, it has never been from time immemorial easy. We are pilgrims on this earth and in our sojourning we cross different paths some of which are rosy but then with the roses are thorns that prick and hurt us. Friends, I have been there, but by the grace of God in which I rely from day to day, I've been able to overcome and moved on. Daily crosses we must carry not in our own strength but by the help of the Great Spirit that lead us and guide us to the right path.<br />
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Along our life's journey we meet different kinds of people, some of which give us inspiration. One such lady that has been my inspiration for her unwavering faith is Lady Boyd (maiden name Christian Hamilton). I would that you get a hold of her diary and I'm sure you would get courage from her experiences as she carried her daily crosses.<br />
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Below are excerpts from her letter to Mr. Robert Boyd that mention about how our crosses should chase us to God.<br />
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" It is common to God’s children and the wicked to be under crosses, but crosses chase
God’s children to him. O that any thing would chase me to my God. But, alas! that which chases others to God,
by the strength of sin it holds me further from God; for I am seeking for comfort in outward things, and the Lord
will not let me find it there. When I should pray or hear God’s word, or hear it preached or read, then my mind
is possessed with thoughts how to eschew temporal grief, or how to get temporal contentment. But, alas! this
doing is a building up of mountains betwixt my soul and the sense of God’s presence, which only ministers contentment
to a soul; and by thus doing, I deserve to be plunged in infinite and endless grief. Now, Sir, I will not
trouble you longer with this discourse. Hoping to see you shortly,
“I rest your loving sister in Christ,
“Christian Hamilton.<br />
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Let us learn from this venerable Lady on how to deal with life's problems. Don't despair and hope in God and claim His promise in Deuteronomy 31: 6 , <span style="background-color: #fdfeff; color: #001320; font-family: "arimo" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: justify;">Be strong and of a good courage, fear not, nor be afraid of them: for the LORD thy God, he </span><i style="background-color: #fdfeff; color: #001320; font-family: Arimo, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: justify;">it is</i><span style="background-color: #fdfeff; color: #001320; font-family: "arimo" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: justify;"> that doth go with thee; he will not fail thee, nor forsake thee.</span><br />
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<br />Ophelia http://www.blogger.com/profile/15863617563488091909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2428917357107674030.post-34050388051478225772012-08-09T23:40:00.001-04:002012-08-09T23:42:44.964-04:00How Great Thou Art!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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"><span ><strong>"Have we trials and temptations?</strong><br /><strong>Is there trouble anywhere?</strong><br /><strong>We should never be discouraged,</strong><br /><strong>Take it to the Lord in prayer."</strong></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 127, 0); ">~~Scriven~~</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Ophelia http://www.blogger.com/profile/15863617563488091909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2428917357107674030.post-57906353716352060702010-08-13T00:07:00.005-04:002010-08-13T00:27:01.916-04:00Right Thought, Right Will<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpzWddnig94NQ2ODj3gL_c3uwVFZBd2NbCABBCPJDdvspholN1angMWXOU2IR9Bwhs_gJ3EDi8Orl_xl94uIpC10cB4v-1-26Ljs0zBMwOInc1oHfhG7SpFNfRxR7Ug6W0I6NcHRZ750I/s1600/praying+child+and+doll.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; 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New Year brings new hopes. But life hurts. We know it. I know it. Everyone around us knows it. The whole world has a lot of practice facing the trials of life. and it isn't fun, is it? There certainly isn't any joy to be found in our trials...is there? The truth is, no one has ever lived a life completely free from pain, uncertainty, stress and trials. Yes, life does hurt. But those of us in Christ will never face hardships alone. As we bow down before the Lord, we know that Jesus is with us in our trials. Moreover, He will take our mournful ashes and use them to paint a magnificent picture for His glory. </div>
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Ophelia http://www.blogger.com/profile/15863617563488091909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2428917357107674030.post-24151935276902590552009-10-17T01:41:00.004-04:002009-12-01T01:42:06.088-05:00Redeeming The Time<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGQcWU3_3cUlQEocvPyQGxqjqRZG7xlf-vwu6_IZSR836d-3CaYi4pI2B_yeYfbv38G5A_Pqof2Q7SFQJM3kl99a_vPTefmHY3AlzMUzuXXVjJJOpczsEaArjTNOQ23CsaTMF6e3XOTE0/s1600-h/clock.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393441661684916562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGQcWU3_3cUlQEocvPyQGxqjqRZG7xlf-vwu6_IZSR836d-3CaYi4pI2B_yeYfbv38G5A_Pqof2Q7SFQJM3kl99a_vPTefmHY3AlzMUzuXXVjJJOpczsEaArjTNOQ23CsaTMF6e3XOTE0/s400/clock.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Life's Clock</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">The clock of life is wound but once, </span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">And no man has the power</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">To tell just where the hands will stop — </span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">At late or early hour. </span></strong></div><div align="center"><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">To lose one's wealth is sad indeed, </span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">To lose one's health is more,</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">To lose one's soul is such a loss</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">As no man can restore.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />The present only is our own, </span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Live for Christ with a will;</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Place no faith in tomorrow, </span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">For the clock may then be still. </span></strong></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><img height="416" src="http://www.promiseofgod.com/youvegotmail/crossflarehg.gif" width="416" border="0" /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">"Redeeming the time, because the days are evil."</span></strong></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ffff00;">~~Ephesians 5:16~~</span></strong></div>Ophelia http://www.blogger.com/profile/15863617563488091909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2428917357107674030.post-62422769136531837472009-08-30T08:04:00.003-04:002017-01-18T21:29:44.843-05:00A Balm For Every Wound, A Salve For Ever Sore<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5eCiJqvvIcnqNnw3Kb-M1MKvJIkpWTdBWSvrshyphenhyphen1m2_KjWrvzlu0edEAnpKXlxt-BX1lHx9GR-L4QhwAD7SfzSGNPqRlWtki1MoBRdpNgnD4qLh0npdo2-aC4737BLMOFlW3ECiYfZoQ/s1600-h/Bible.bmp"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375727113794946370" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5eCiJqvvIcnqNnw3Kb-M1MKvJIkpWTdBWSvrshyphenhyphen1m2_KjWrvzlu0edEAnpKXlxt-BX1lHx9GR-L4QhwAD7SfzSGNPqRlWtki1MoBRdpNgnD4qLh0npdo2-aC4737BLMOFlW3ECiYfZoQ/s400/Bible.bmp" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 275px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 360px;" /></a><br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: 130%;">"<span style="color: red;">Within the Scripture there is a balm for every wound, a salve for every sore. Oh, the wondrous power in the Scripture to create a soul of hope within the ribs of despair, and bring eternal light into the darkness which has made a long midnight in the inmost soul!" </span><span style="color: yellow;">(C. H. Spurgeon</span>)</span></strong></div>
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<strong><em>"Life hurts. You know it. I know it. Everyone around us knows it. The whole world has a lot of practice facing the trials of life. And it isn't fun, is it? There certainly isn't any joy to be found in our trials...is there? The truth is, no one has ever lived a life completely free from pain, uncertainty, stress, trials. The Bible makes this point abundantly clear. Therefore, it is important that we learn how to cope with these harsh patches of life. Yes, life does hurt. But those of us in Christ will never face hardships alone. As we bow down before the Lord, we know that Jesus is with us in our trials. Moreover, He will take our mournful ashes and use them to paint a magnificent picture for His glory. Thank you, Jesus."</em></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="color: red; font-size: 130%;">Have blessed days ahead Bloggers!</span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="color: red; font-size: 130%;">Sincerely,</span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="color: red; font-size: 130%;">Ophelia Jane Julia.</span></strong></div>
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Ophelia http://www.blogger.com/profile/15863617563488091909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2428917357107674030.post-39185070790642595682009-07-01T00:05:00.004-04:002009-07-01T00:27:28.907-04:00GOD IS STILL ON THE THRONE<div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 362px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353339077747263282" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3bBG0il_MFTdADR0GwaOkztBIbp-ugS2k-qNwLoR5O1U3FkctM0raZ6_jUv2aQfFVnNrhb3KUv9EUcTLJdA0bUSSnQyQ2qC26Hnul5OQTgRyJhbvUgywFITfxfwpfAg4457020vMq5hA/s400/2238356189_368c301f44.jpg" /></div><div align="center"><strong>"Great is Thy faithfulness, O God my Father</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>There is no shadow of turning with Thee</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Thou changest not Thy compassions they fail not</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>As Thou hast been Thou forever wilt be!"</strong></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 237px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 243px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353339745403973170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMDz0G_Fe8Z4rIOL2_z0bERyV_pugOJvjHVjMKRG64KJJHwGvzVD69KjseJoaXts_E-1Ff2OjQbqBlTg3uhD3kofyLxIHJPjFenXaI2hG0L3twJvoB2fkYeF3D94TDB0FU7IXaXj6_WXw/s400/2983081123_5a57b85eb5.jpg" /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ffff00;">" The Lord is the "same yesterday and today and forever" (Hebrews 13:8). Here is a stable rock on which to rest amid the changing billows of the sea of life. What awful alterations we are now witnessing in the world. Peace has given place to war, order to chaos, happiness to misery. The homes of millions cruelly broken up, the plans and prospects of countless young lives widely shattered, kingdoms overthrown, the most stable and ancient institutions are now in the melting pot. But none of this has affected God: it will never have to be said of Him that He began to build and was unable to finish. He is still on the throne "working all things after the counsel of His own will" (Ephesians 1:11). It is this which enables faith to say. "Therefore will not we fear, though the earth be removed and though the mountains be carried into the midst of the sea" (Psalm 46:2). It is this which assures the believer that no matter how he may waver or professing Christians apostatize, he shall not perish: "I am the Lord, I change not..." (Malachi 3:6). It is which causes the Christians to rely on the Divine promises: the knowledge that with God "is no variableness, neither shadow of turning" (James 1:17)...ARTHUR W. PINK</span></strong></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">WISH YOU BLESSED DAYS AHEAD BLOGGERS!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">BLESSINGS, </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">OPHELIA JANE JULIA<br /></span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div>Ophelia http://www.blogger.com/profile/15863617563488091909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2428917357107674030.post-39765255142083840392009-06-21T02:23:00.003-04:002009-06-21T02:32:58.616-04:00Keep Sweet<div align="center"><img class="reflect" title="" height="500" alt="The Blush by Eleanor Fortescue Brickdale by you." src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2103/2234625020_7ee8ff6870.jpg?v=0" width="255" onload="show_notes_initially();" /></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><strong>"It is not possible for us to know each other except as we manifest ourselves in distorted shadows to the eyes of others. We do not even know ourselves; therefore, why should we judge a neighbor? Who knows what pain is behind virtue and what fear behind vice? No one, in short, knows what makes a man, and only God knows his thoughts, his joys, his bitternesses, his agony, the injustices committed against him and the injustices he commits...God is too inscrutable for our little understanding. After sad meditation it comes to me that all lives, whether good or in error, mournful or joyous, obscure or of gilded reputation, painful or happy, is only a prologue to love beyond the grave, where all is understood and almost forgiven."</strong> <strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">(Seneca)</span></strong></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><img class="reflect" title="" height="243" alt="FOR 360 BLOG 4 by you." src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3009/2983081123_5a57b85eb5.jpg?v=0" width="237" onload="show_notes_initially();" /></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><strong>" KEEP SWEET "<br /></strong></span><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffff00;">How these words help us! Think of them when people rasp you, when the devil pricks you with his fiery darts, when your sensitive, self-willed spirit chafes or frets. Let a gentle voice be heard above the strife, whispering, "Keep sweet, keep sweet!" And, if you will but heed it quickly, you will be saved from a thousand falls and kept in perfect peace.<br />True, we cannot keep ourselves sweet, but God will keep us if He sees that it is our fixed, determined purpose to be kept sweet, and to refuse to bear a grudge or retaliate. The trouble is, we may at times enjoy a little irritation and morbidness. We want to cherish the little grudge, and sympathize with our hurt feelings and nurse our little grievance.<br />God will give us all the love we really want and honestly choose. We can have our grievance, or we can have the peace that passeth all understanding, but we cannot have both.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ffff00;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"> <img height="46" src="http://www.fathershands.com/eveningprayer/starnew.gif" width="47" border="0" /><img height="46" src="http://www.fathershands.com/eveningprayer/starnew.gif" width="47" border="0" /><img height="46" src="http://www.fathershands.com/eveningprayer/starnew.gif" width="47" border="0" /></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Wish you the most blessed of days ahead Blogger Friends!</span></strong></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">Yours,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">Ophelia Jane Julia</span></strong></div>Ophelia http://www.blogger.com/profile/15863617563488091909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2428917357107674030.post-63360300308318724732009-06-07T01:10:00.005-04:002009-06-08T03:03:43.880-04:00When I Was A Child....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI3pobc7xRSktXaYXuInSCyH8fH0ak_tG_a1O_UIXpWjfox58BIexwUj-Gaemg4k1Uc-n0opwHHdOdrIiL0W9qoSbkQuK2RgDoJbRordmF9r6OosKn98xd-FO2NYH7n1Q0QWrfUVq17Ow/s1600-h/3464439523_e0156bd90b.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 250px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI3pobc7xRSktXaYXuInSCyH8fH0ak_tG_a1O_UIXpWjfox58BIexwUj-Gaemg4k1Uc-n0opwHHdOdrIiL0W9qoSbkQuK2RgDoJbRordmF9r6OosKn98xd-FO2NYH7n1Q0QWrfUVq17Ow/s400/3464439523_e0156bd90b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344450481938262690" border="0" /></a><br /><p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>DEEP, DEEP THINGS!</strong></span></p> <p><strong>When I was small, I used to ask this question to my dad, " Daddy, where did God come from and where is heaven?"<img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/tsmileys2/01.gif" alt="Image" /> A simple question from a small child but to have to attain the answer to it, one has to deal with the profound things and mysteries of faith. I have always been deep into spiritual things since small whic</strong><strong>h I simply couldnt hide. Life is not just "eat, drink and be merry" but deeper than that is the soul's yearning for its rest. For in the center of every man's heart is a great void which no one or nothing can fill but the Almighty. No matter how </strong><strong>successful, contented or happy a person can be, that deep spiritual void is ever present awaiting to be filled. <span style="font-size:130%;">I have always been a lover of nature and i always find solace in its glory, the bright skies, the star-filled sky at night, the cold breeze</span></strong><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">, gentle and fierce winds, swaying leaves, sunrise and sunset. I can find beauty in everything even in a withered leaf. I can make out a paradise out of a solitary and lonely place. I am thankful I am blessed with this keen and positive perception of things.</span>As to the deep and mysterious and spiritual things I have always been unceasing in seeking answers to all the profound questions seated deeply in my mind. I could still remember myself trying to absorb the following excerpts at</strong><strong> the age of 11!</strong></p><p><strong><br /></strong></p><p><strong></strong><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW1ahAL7ZyI-e7egoyQdSlwpjAj7ShRaaK22Bhuio445vVkzFGSgfyMBrgBLYFwSE98KleqlFE3ftVF44qLtLRz62F7jeUH747KkrkbBszT0ZZApPNBXQm40-k19aQG-UFbp8nZc15hZk/s1600-h/286739326_1c4b04f5e1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW1ahAL7ZyI-e7egoyQdSlwpjAj7ShRaaK22Bhuio445vVkzFGSgfyMBrgBLYFwSE98KleqlFE3ftVF44qLtLRz62F7jeUH747KkrkbBszT0ZZApPNBXQm40-k19aQG-UFbp8nZc15hZk/s400/286739326_1c4b04f5e1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344452321293466434" border="0" /></a></p><p><strong></strong></p><p><br /></p> <p><strong>"In the beginning God..." There was a time, if "time" it could be called, when God in the unity of His nature (though subsisting equally in three divine person) dwelt all alone. "In the beginning God" There was no heaven, where His glory is now particularly manifested. There was no earth to engage His attention. There were no angels to hymn His praises; no universe to be upheld by the word of His power. There was nothing, no one, but God; and that, not for a day, a year or an age, but "from everlasting." During eternity past, God was alone: self-contained, self-sufficient, self-satisfied, in need of nothing! Had a universe, had an</strong><strong>gels, had</strong><strong> human beings been necessary to Him in any way, they also had been called into existence from all eternity. The creating of them when He did, added nothing to God essentially. He changes not (Mal. 3:6), therefore His essential glory can neither be augmented nor diminished.</strong></p><p><strong></strong><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX8p0rw7hiqUnnsEwGC76fWF9rxFdCf2FGrnzoM164JgKRB8Sg8U93r0NrbMi_SAeBW3DHELX9teS3acknXXNldfdPQ6xGDEZ_ONSUBl-Qzj2LdsAGBkHQb7hZPAzXPep2OYY7hTovDFc/s1600-h/creation.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX8p0rw7hiqUnnsEwGC76fWF9rxFdCf2FGrnzoM164JgKRB8Sg8U93r0NrbMi_SAeBW3DHELX9teS3acknXXNldfdPQ6xGDEZ_ONSUBl-Qzj2LdsAGBkHQb7hZPAzXPep2OYY7hTovDFc/s400/creation.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344451515228697202" border="0" /></a></p> <p><strong>God was under no constraint, no obligation, no necessity to create. That he chose to do so was purely a sovereign act on His part, caused by nothing outside Himself, determined by nothing but His own mere good pleasure. That He did create was simply for His manifestative glory. God is no gainer even from our worship. He was in no need of that external glory of His grace for He is glorious enough in Himself without that! Had God so pleased, He might have had continued alone for all eternity without making known His glory unto creatures. Whether He should do so or not was determined solely by His own will. He was perfectly blessed in HImself before the first creature was called into being. Such an One is to be </strong><strong>revered, worshipped, adored. He is solitary in His majesty! unique in His excellency! peerless in His perfections! He sustains all, but is Himself independent of all. He gives to all, but is enriched by none!"</strong></p> <p><strong>Excerpts taken from "The Attributes of God" by Arthur W. Pink</strong></p><p><br /><strong></strong></p><p><strong><br /></strong></p><p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghZhTofmgGWVWFtnGfFSD0L7JTDJTbfTZhhzS_DCwvxhQXWOxyGdosYd39J1ioeexTJTwqzjFu045mfetEp2JqahQespWKBmcfjVVjkC-au5ds5fqUe4U6Q_ZFcmlIB8tqHeLufuS2rD4/s1600-h/3336258371_eec56d13d3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghZhTofmgGWVWFtnGfFSD0L7JTDJTbfTZhhzS_DCwvxhQXWOxyGdosYd39J1ioeexTJTwqzjFu045mfetEp2JqahQespWKBmcfjVVjkC-au5ds5fqUe4U6Q_ZFcmlIB8tqHeLufuS2rD4/s400/3336258371_eec56d13d3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344453945608551810" border="0" /></a></p> <p><strong></strong> </p> <p style="font-weight: bold;"><strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);">DEEP THINGS ABOUT PRAYERS</strong> (Auntie, check this out<img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/tsmileys2/09.gif" alt="Image" />...these excerpts are good for your HPN...means, HYPERanxiety tension...lol)</p> <p style="font-weight: bold;">"Prayer is a disinfectant and a preventative. It purifies the air; it destroys the contagion of evil. Prayer is no fitful, short-lived thing. It is no voice crying unheard and unheeded in silence. It is a voice which goes into God's ear, and it lives as long as God's ear is open to holy pleas, as long as God's heart is alive to holy things. God shapes the world by prayer. Prayers are deathless. The lips that uttered them may be closed in death, the heart that felt them may ceased to beat, but the prayers live before God, and God's heart is set on them and prayers outlive the lives of those who uttered them; outlive a generation, outlive an age, outlive a world. The possibilities of prayer are the possibilities of faith. Prayer and faith are Siamese twins. One heart animates them both. Faith is always praying. Prayer is always believing. Faith must have a tongue by which it can speak. Prayer is the tongue of faith. Faith must receive. Prayer is the hand of faith stretched out to receive. Prayer must rise and soar. Faith must give prayer the wings to fly and soar. Prayer must have an audience with God. Faith opens the door, and access and audience are given. Prayer asks. Faith lays its hand on the things asked for. When God's promise and man's praying are united in faith, then ...."nothing shall be impossible!" <strong>(E.M Bounds)</strong></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>"Pray alone. Let prayer be the key of the morning and the bolt at night. (Philip Henry)</strong></span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold;"> </p>Ophelia http://www.blogger.com/profile/15863617563488091909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2428917357107674030.post-2009869701758656762009-05-22T02:45:00.007-04:002009-05-22T04:12:03.266-04:00<div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 237px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 243px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338538430845965298" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJzan4IMmfVsOyC34LVsuCKzlGJ-vVL9i9q_Qbk9pU2T-zJ3vle1FCrfO34yalH1Rd6lTtCpE4jkojOwCCv1EAAPIB2LDYo108rVsLCFzT6e54pUW9WrIAK8T4CIpnxuWW3R2rQ8B3so4/s400/2983081123_5a57b85eb5.jpg" /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ffff00;">I had passed through experiences that only thought me one truth that's clear as crystal and that is....that through all of life's joys and happiness, loneliness and sorrows, troubles and pressures, victories and defeats, life has no meaning until it is surrendered to Jesus. I realized that there is not one moment in my life in which I can do without Christ. There is really a rest in a conscious grasp of Christ, a rest of contentment with Him as my all in all.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ffff00;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ffff00;">The slogan "If it feels good, do it" is pure <em><span style="color:#ff0000;">hedonism - the philosophy that pleasure is the chief good of man. </span></em>Although pleasure in itself is not wrong, it can lead to moral and spiritual ruin if it is not controlled by God's Spirit. Take the natural longing for physical, emotional and spiritual intimacy. We all desire and need it. It's natural to seek pleasure and avoid pain, so it's easy to believe that if something feels right it can't be wrong. But feelings are NEVER a reliable guide to morality. Because all of us are sinful human beings, we need one all-encompassing good desire that is stronger than any others. When we experience God's love through faith in Jesus Christ, something wonderful is born within us - a desire to love and please God for all He has done for us. This desire may grow faint at times, especially when other passions clamor for fulfillment. But the Lord is always working in us "both to will and to do for His good pleasure" (Philippians 2:13). When we realize that He always desires our good, we will want to live for His glory. My friend, what is your greatest desire?</span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffff00;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPA_0QFuxQIijmfx9jY85fLWx0jKB3TACofc3CWxk78RdOZoZacyVvNnaCC7cbL_GbBVWgbb7v00u5q9dP-AfzbYdSqk1SCcTxd5gf0YrUp1kHuh2FSmJvCR-LL-j8Nneu2gDAqXIcAlw/s1600-h/ClytiebyLordFredricLeighton.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 362px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338538530325387762" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPA_0QFuxQIijmfx9jY85fLWx0jKB3TACofc3CWxk78RdOZoZacyVvNnaCC7cbL_GbBVWgbb7v00u5q9dP-AfzbYdSqk1SCcTxd5gf0YrUp1kHuh2FSmJvCR-LL-j8Nneu2gDAqXIcAlw/s400/ClytiebyLordFredricLeighton.jpg" /></a><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"> "I love to dwell upon the thought</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">That Jesus cares for me;</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">It matters not what life may bring -</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">He loves me tenderly."</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong>~~Adams~~<br /></strong></div><div align="center"><br /><br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjD9Q-Cs8Hy4gIz7rLKDzdt_DStvqYvs2nBedmARPOLdGZepbcaNBPokDdrkiE4g_HqrMq3Je0DWHB0AcK80jS2Gla0kzqiBn7IO4JCVQYBvKgZ8o6ohyphenhyphenQMFUm8BsrMiGrKscvWiSfbFM/s1600-h/3484883953_52c028a12c.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 217px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338538015331802674" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjD9Q-Cs8Hy4gIz7rLKDzdt_DStvqYvs2nBedmARPOLdGZepbcaNBPokDdrkiE4g_HqrMq3Je0DWHB0AcK80jS2Gla0kzqiBn7IO4JCVQYBvKgZ8o6ohyphenhyphenQMFUm8BsrMiGrKscvWiSfbFM/s400/3484883953_52c028a12c.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color:#ffff00;"><strong>When we're feeling alone or overwhelmed by</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ffff00;"><strong>our circumstances, we often cry out, "Lord, don't You care?"<br />But when Jesus calms our storm and speaks our name, we realize that we have much more to learn about His compassion for us, and we long to trust Him with all our cares.</strong></span><br /><br /><img border="0" src="http://www.fathershands.com/eveningprayer/starnew.gif" width="47" height="46" /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">a c k n o w l e d g e m e n t s</span></strong> </div><div align="center"><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">middle image: clytie by Lord Fredric Leighton (oil on canvas)</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">bottom image: Storm by William-Adolphe Bouguereau</span></strong> <strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">(oil on canvas)<br /></span></strong><br /><img border="0" src="http://www.fathershands.com/eveningprayer/starnew.gif" width="47" height="46" /> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;">I'll be off here for a while but I encourage you to read all my blogs on yahoo 360, blogger, multiply and live journal (I blog for Jesus and for His glory)....Below are the links to these blogs, you can just click on them, thank you...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><a href="http://janejulia1128.livejournal.com/"><span style="font-size:130%;">http://janejulia1128.livejournal.com/</span></a></div><div align="center"><a href="http://360.yahoo.com/janejulia1128"><span style="font-size:130%;">http://360.yahoo.com/janejulia1128</span></a><span style="font-size:130%;">)</span></div><div align="center"><a href="http://opheliajane.multiply.com/journal"><span style="font-size:130%;">http://opheliajane.multiply.com/journal</span></a></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">Have a blessed weekend bloggers!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">Ophelia Jane Julia<br /></span></strong></div>Ophelia http://www.blogger.com/profile/15863617563488091909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2428917357107674030.post-50954576285581903882009-05-11T10:00:00.007-04:002009-05-15T20:48:07.189-04:00HE WILL CARRY YOU<div align="center"><img height="442" src="http://denimandlace.50megs.com/2006denimandlacesite/He%20Will%20Carry%20You/hewillcarryyou3.jpg" width="302" border="0" /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">~~~***~~~</span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ffffcc;">There is no problem too big God cannot solve it</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ffffcc;">There is no mountain too tall He cannot move it</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ffffcc;">There is no storm too dark God cannot calm it</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ffffcc;">There is no sorrow too deep He cannot soothe it</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">~~~***~~~</span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#33cc00;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ffffcc;">And if He carried the weight of the world upon His shoulders</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ffffcc;">I know my brother that He will carry you</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ffffcc;">And if He carried the weight of the world upon His shoulders</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ffffcc;">I know my sister that He will carry you</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ffffcc;">He said....</span></strong></div><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="color:#ffffcc;">"Come unto me, all who are weary and I will give you rest"</span></strong></em></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">~~~***~~~</span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#33cc00;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ffffcc;">There is no problem too big God cannot solve it</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ffffcc;">There is no mountain too tall He cannot move it</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ffffcc;">There is no storm too dark God cannot calm it</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ffffcc;">There is no sorrow too deep He cannot soothe it</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">~~~***~~~</span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#33cc00;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ffffcc;">And if He carried the weight of the world upon His shoulders</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ffffcc;">I know my brother that He will carry you</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ffffcc;">And if He carried the weight of the world upon His shoulders</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ffffcc;">I know my sister that He will carry you</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">~~~***~~~</span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#33cc00;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ffffcc;">I know my brother......</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ffffcc;">And I know my sister.....</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ffffcc;">That He, He's going to carry you</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ffffcc;">Oh yes, He will...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ffffcc;">He's going to carry you</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">~~~~~~~~~~</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ffff66;">Performed by</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ffff66;">Steve Green and</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ffff66;">Linda Randle</span></strong></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">~~~~~~~~~~</span></strong></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><img height="442" src="http://denimandlace.50megs.com/2006denimandlacesite/He%20Will%20Carry%20You/hewillcarryyou3.jpg" width="302" border="0" /></div>Ophelia http://www.blogger.com/profile/15863617563488091909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2428917357107674030.post-22977261530327810432009-04-19T03:23:00.009-04:002009-04-19T07:35:53.167-04:00<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqxGdgtCK1_hL4urMHcukBxHDlD-Gt_v4FI_71SIgJvHQs3WskmmPxfriD-LhHd6vIoH7i1MAbTDSu9kNYFo-JU-sgLW9RdZSnBUYBVjuGuyTYLRgV26pDbiRyqI7tdpJxRUEWIb03Esk/s1600-h/Ophelia-Waterhouse-L.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326301807466880482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqxGdgtCK1_hL4urMHcukBxHDlD-Gt_v4FI_71SIgJvHQs3WskmmPxfriD-LhHd6vIoH7i1MAbTDSu9kNYFo-JU-sgLW9RdZSnBUYBVjuGuyTYLRgV26pDbiRyqI7tdpJxRUEWIb03Esk/s400/Ophelia-Waterhouse-L.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">" I arise from dreams of thee</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">In the first sweet sleep of night</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">When the winds are breathing low,</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">And the stars are burning bright</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">I arise from dreams of thee,</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">My cheek is cold and white, alas!</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">My heart beats loud and fast:--</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Oh! press it to thine own again,</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Where it will break at last."</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">~~Percy Bysshe Shelley~~</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326302827525986386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 185px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWOX1Ad6-kk-8nJQ99EHl0qyZvUXpUZHkhPNMYS3tWnstmMbrVwEVFGAOHPmh75GQQKZviqVcFV-9XA31jnf4BL_f4ZzjvG_IOmEKzLdXYSbN1V6Iw2oCrkC0Sl6zN8izSevcUea4y6pc/s400/6214.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;">Hola bloggers! Allow me for some reminiscing this time. I still remember my childhood days, we lived around the rolling hills and near a river with lots of cedar and bamboo trees. I was living with my grandparents and I used to spend just about everyday at the river, fishing and swimming and playing in the park. I specially loved it when we were sitting on the rocks, the sun was going down and it was a bright orange. It was very beautiful lookin' over the river at it! </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;">I don't know how we did it but grandfather and I used to walk over town to mow yards to make money for fishing. We would mow people's yards and take the money to the hardware store and buy what we needed to fish, go to the state park and fish with an old man for hours at a time. Oh, boy, but we caught mostly rainbow trout! We wanted to buy bait and hooks and we spent a lot of time making little forts and camping at grandpa's friend's house to fish. We never caught too much, but we had fun. At grandpa's friend's place, there were a lot of bamboo patches and we would take a machete and cut trails and have a pretty big room. We tried to camp in there but we were too scared to stay whole night in there because of snakes, yes and yikes, we came close many times to getting bit! But oh, it was so much fun for me! Anyway, this is just one of my fondest memories of childhood days.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;">The whole time in high school, I would go to school and would go to work at our grocery store right after. Unlike other teenagers, I didn't go out much for fun, instead I worked because I wanted to help mom with the bills. I seldom went out to any parties but my friends understood why. I was a bookworm with the capital B. I love reading, I read everything, from books, to magazines, to mom's grocery list. I was so much fascinated with the classic authors, Jane Austen, the Bronte sisters, Louisa May Alcott and I had heaps of volumes of English and American poetry and spanish poetry as well. I used to spend all my savings on books. High school was pretty easy, and yes, I was very shy, painfully shy. I always wanted to go to the school where my grandmother went to.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;">In college I went to an all-girls university for my Bachelor's Degree in Communication Arts under university scholarship as a student assistant. I would work at the University Treasurer's Office in the morning and would attend classes from afternoon till early evening. This time I had overcome my shyness. During summer it was sooooo hot and right after work, I went to class where the teacher kept the room at about 65 degrees. Every night after class, I was very tired and the temperature change even made me more tired. One night after class while driving towards home, I almost had a wreck........</span></strong></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">T o B e C o n t i n u e d</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><br /><div align="center"></div>Ophelia http://www.blogger.com/profile/15863617563488091909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2428917357107674030.post-47434224781822579522009-04-11T00:20:00.005-04:002009-04-11T00:33:14.549-04:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXC9Vn51M8u6VIKwYKZvg39P0DqaYvI7yVcrQwhaYqlc-YRrg2wXwFZgXu3iai_U4A9iXCsHiRBCTNjJtRqakyi0UQu6fAQQdNBQQ-IDvFTGAFdJoOJacS_YPyywJ9KE9Uld2CWC2GAgU/s1600-h/i_asked_jesus_hahlbohm_l.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 276px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXC9Vn51M8u6VIKwYKZvg39P0DqaYvI7yVcrQwhaYqlc-YRrg2wXwFZgXu3iai_U4A9iXCsHiRBCTNjJtRqakyi0UQu6fAQQdNBQQ-IDvFTGAFdJoOJacS_YPyywJ9KE9Uld2CWC2GAgU/s400/i_asked_jesus_hahlbohm_l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323284022125971250" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">"Up from the grave He arose,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">with a mighty triumph o'er His foes;</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">He arose a Victor from the dark domain,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">And He lives forever with His saints to reign!"</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);">~~Lowry~</span>~<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM5ngfpB8ItnpPeZYsdrBNVqMKxdiGLf8lIi3QxqT747PoskIxK4UhuUyN-vuzCTwfmJlYYs83SIm0Q0odYsy-5e6tHEUbOEoViUkfy1sbqZFyXqVf5lUtzlEAA9V9y8IET5ptVrIkLwo/s1600-h/6214.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 190px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM5ngfpB8ItnpPeZYsdrBNVqMKxdiGLf8lIi3QxqT747PoskIxK4UhuUyN-vuzCTwfmJlYYs83SIm0Q0odYsy-5e6tHEUbOEoViUkfy1sbqZFyXqVf5lUtzlEAA9V9y8IET5ptVrIkLwo/s400/6214.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323284214238016882" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">"The resurrection of Jesus Christ is the cornerstone of the Christian faith. Without it, we have no hope for this life nor the life to come. That's why it is important to recognize that our belief in Christ's resurrection is not based on some religious feeling, nor on unfounded rumor but on historical fact with solid evidence to support it. Historical evidence and countless changed lives testify that the resurrection of Jesus is a fact, not a fable. If God could take some dust and breathe life into it to create a man (Genesis 2:7), why would anyone think it incredible for this same God to raise His Son from the dead?"</span><br /><img src="http://www.promiseofgod.com/hope/cros_anm.gif" border="0" height="75" width="55" /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Christ's resurrection is a factor in salvation because it is a fact of history.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Only a living Savior could rescue a dying world!<br /><br /></span></span><img src="http://www.fathershands.com/eveningprayer/starnew.gif" border="0" height="46" width="47" /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">HAVE A BLESSED AND HAPPY EASTER SUNDAY TO ALL!</span></span><br /></div>Ophelia http://www.blogger.com/profile/15863617563488091909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2428917357107674030.post-76190763878809050852009-04-08T04:06:00.002-04:002009-04-08T04:26:16.313-04:00<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggJ5RbshrCKZGfUJ7p8JfT6pIby0GZDjUa065zJdcRFRIIAniSx3Q4rVq3YlXYHEsMLWVL-3WIqNLCScQ7jahMMQM8dzDRZuzrkbUVaaZpTqz3_GO8ruUm_dH-WyLiuaw5D3ctLCjtuyA/s1600-h/3051463875_c9a3a67c80.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322230353623491730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggJ5RbshrCKZGfUJ7p8JfT6pIby0GZDjUa065zJdcRFRIIAniSx3Q4rVq3YlXYHEsMLWVL-3WIqNLCScQ7jahMMQM8dzDRZuzrkbUVaaZpTqz3_GO8ruUm_dH-WyLiuaw5D3ctLCjtuyA/s400/3051463875_c9a3a67c80.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">"Was it for crimes that I have done</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">He groaned upon the tree?</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">Amazing pity! grace unknown!</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">And love beyond degree!"</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">~~Isaac Watts~~<br /></span></strong></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUZlK1VWDXhLH_fPvGswx_kbw0cr7Od6l56z1RD_TuqZ4PYbpk5NHEzdTZcxldXCgXjG4-ph1d72vNFhrHpmJB_v2GkjkD6kDAqe38fFGygSS96r05F_iNEgvP0Xz6XWDua4eA6Ni7Uzc/s1600-h/2983080999_eaa1fc7b93.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322230261265085746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUZlK1VWDXhLH_fPvGswx_kbw0cr7Od6l56z1RD_TuqZ4PYbpk5NHEzdTZcxldXCgXjG4-ph1d72vNFhrHpmJB_v2GkjkD6kDAqe38fFGygSS96r05F_iNEgvP0Xz6XWDua4eA6Ni7Uzc/s400/2983080999_eaa1fc7b93.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"> "When Jesus hung upon that accursed tree of Calvary,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;">When His precious hands were pierced, when; -</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;">From His head, His hands, His feet,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;">Sorrow and love flowed mingled down,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;">There was nobody to help Him;</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;">He was "all" in the work of salvation."</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong>~~C.H Spurgeon~~<br /></strong><br /><img height="75" src="http://www.promiseofgod.com/hope/cros_anm.gif" width="55" border="0" /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">"I am the good shepherd; the good shepherd layeth down his life for the sheep."</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">~~John 10:11~~</span></strong></div><div align="center"></div>Ophelia http://www.blogger.com/profile/15863617563488091909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2428917357107674030.post-53188906816552252102009-04-05T23:19:00.004-04:002009-04-05T23:49:59.283-04:00<div align="center"> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321416580216478210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 201px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnC-E3pUj-3r1D9mkM1eeGv8Em0UC0AUVhijgqb2Y2IKMa6awH-3prsdZjOTfaojs3v-e1drbJ94DS3_5Bu9A8kdC-fp5RUhee6XnjtVbGDPyzHLvbJl-fr8z19yFDtIP0wzx9L6ZTeJA/s400/Christ-Vrubel-L.jpg" border="0" /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">"Ride on! Ride on in majesty!</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">In lowly pomp ride on to die,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">O Christ, Thy triumphs now begin</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">O'er captive death and conquered sin!"</span></strong></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321417127693187234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 185px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVJTaThJI-WPsFKejV5IpgPzTRdwF4sRZzBe-3AjMMBx0b_eF43Xf-xZWgCrdTN40D2W8o0aqPv0U7BaDSuFN-pKwa5WZ27K3VWLdxQgWENbhLp9p4jpHJ-00sDhvhrON0IwODUDwY4Og/s400/6214.jpg" border="0" /></div><div align="center"><strong>"The cheering crowd that surged around Jesus on that first Palm Sunday recognized that He had no equal, yet there was something unsettling about Him. Jesus rode calmly into Jerusalem on a donkey although a stately war horse might have better suited the occasion. They recognized that Jesus had come from God, but they completely misunderstood His spritual mission. Do we pay tribute to Jesus because of who He is or just from what He can do for us? To honor Him means to obey Him and to die to our self-centered nature. On that first Palm Sunday, the crowd saw Him as their deliverer, but we are called to submit to Him as King, the One who has come to rule in our hearts."</strong></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> <img height="14" src="http://www.lovethissite.com/rainbow/bar4.gif" width="432" /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Top image:</strong> </span><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;">Christ by Mikhail Alexandrovich Vrubel<br /></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div>Ophelia http://www.blogger.com/profile/15863617563488091909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2428917357107674030.post-24012246515179869172009-03-30T21:57:00.003-04:002009-04-01T04:11:07.972-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX4-blZwGAA28-xBRWIkCTZypqR_Sf1mmwv0tQzMRr_sTIJ-EjpTCIU099QRqND1S63rQDgzJkSqOU2-tm4XQ7TO_-qL2cOQM4_gLb2d73U-7ojYcXZsar9dyTp0bGc7GsLfeIgQcL2lk/s1600-h/hope-L.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX4-blZwGAA28-xBRWIkCTZypqR_Sf1mmwv0tQzMRr_sTIJ-EjpTCIU099QRqND1S63rQDgzJkSqOU2-tm4XQ7TO_-qL2cOQM4_gLb2d73U-7ojYcXZsar9dyTp0bGc7GsLfeIgQcL2lk/s400/hope-L.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319632261283254642" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong></strong><strong><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:130%;" >"Your hand shall lead me,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:130%;" >and Your right hand shall hold me."<br /><br /></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">~~Psalm 139:10~~<br /><br /></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><img src="http://www.fathershands.com/eveningprayer/starnew.gif" border="0" height="46" width="47" /><img src="http://www.fathershands.com/eveningprayer/starnew.gif" border="0" height="46" width="47" /><img src="http://www.fathershands.com/eveningprayer/starnew.gif" border="0" height="46" width="47" /><br /><br /></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong> </div><div align="center"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDjc8NlCMtkbHfOXs6jHu2DRfGQU-zwQNrNHMDU5jJBJU1Hj1L0rBY_wQuMtksOEmQiyaGdEJkDqNA0n0nYWe6n5DbfTSyxjC1tpl0-dRWUU-8bNkjYdq_x00Qpk_bFcUf1wP6t3QaZyc/s1600-h/19c3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 209px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDjc8NlCMtkbHfOXs6jHu2DRfGQU-zwQNrNHMDU5jJBJU1Hj1L0rBY_wQuMtksOEmQiyaGdEJkDqNA0n0nYWe6n5DbfTSyxjC1tpl0-dRWUU-8bNkjYdq_x00Qpk_bFcUf1wP6t3QaZyc/s400/19c3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319632187473248178" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">"Life holds no surprises for God. No path is unknown to Him - no circumstance unsettling. Because the future is perfectly clear to our Father, Christians have the full assurance that we can follow where God leads, whether the way is marked by calm or storm. We can confidently put our hand in God's for He forgives the past, controls the present, and holds the future."<br /><br /></span></strong></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><img src="http://www.lovethissite.com/rainbow/bar4.gif" height="14" width="432" /></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);">NO ONE IS HOPELESS WHOSE HOPE IS IN GOD.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><img src="http://www.lovethissite.com/rainbow/bar4.gif" height="14" width="432" /><br /><br /></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">a c k n o w l e d g e m e n t</span></strong></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><strong>Top image</strong>: <strong><em>Hope </em>by George Frederick Watts</strong></div>Ophelia http://www.blogger.com/profile/15863617563488091909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2428917357107674030.post-55783308836879522152009-03-21T21:37:00.005-04:002009-03-21T21:55:09.977-04:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNiBDrnA3LL9-tRff1ybaX3_kP1LYFhi-x9fBgmn1pAk4IUzvsER262aCapyeMzZrnmZgh62MIQoQP_7p_hQ8WV_xxczehfBNjTo3HzhJPLXRII7lvXO7q7YDzrs8ra8pveEyDdTyg1ZQ/s1600-h/Clytie-L.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 362px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNiBDrnA3LL9-tRff1ybaX3_kP1LYFhi-x9fBgmn1pAk4IUzvsER262aCapyeMzZrnmZgh62MIQoQP_7p_hQ8WV_xxczehfBNjTo3HzhJPLXRII7lvXO7q7YDzrs8ra8pveEyDdTyg1ZQ/s400/Clytie-L.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315820358405996402" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">"Look now toward heaven and count the stars..."</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">"Genesis 15:5"</span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzkU5sqqN8FzLVSzkOIfTFBpuM4oRiIZNBdXwOXNz3oIqBwzLrLpULfxIzzaOpqrMbgne_NMJU9_Kdd0XRMFZcqNgqy7CggEVyz7woLMfn4UzikxuWKuxxVkZHNVd95Gv1fm6794NdWG0/s1600-h/3007864766_ebd98a2f6b.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 191px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzkU5sqqN8FzLVSzkOIfTFBpuM4oRiIZNBdXwOXNz3oIqBwzLrLpULfxIzzaOpqrMbgne_NMJU9_Kdd0XRMFZcqNgqy7CggEVyz7woLMfn4UzikxuWKuxxVkZHNVd95Gv1fm6794NdWG0/s400/3007864766_ebd98a2f6b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315820300823333266" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);">When we have trouble believing God for the solution to some pressing problem, we can enter the classroom of creation and observe the wonders of nature. Doing so strengthens our faith in the promises found in the Bible.</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mr. T.C Roddy, Jr. from Rusk, Texas wrote,</span> <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">"In my front yard are six huge oak trees that must be over 100 years old....I ponder as I look at them and realize that the leaves must have barrels of fresh water each day to stay green. As a retired engineer, I know that no pump ever devised or designed by man could force that amount of water through the dense wooden trunk of these trees. Yet God causes their roots to gather all the water these trees need... To do this, these roots must exert a working pressure of more than 3,000 pounds per square foot just to move the water up to the leaves - not considering the resistance of the wood in the tree trunk. That is just another of God's miracles that occur every day unnoticed."</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">"All I have seen teaches me to trust the Creator for all I have not seen."</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">~~Ralph Waldo Emerson~~</span><br /></span><br /></div>Ophelia http://www.blogger.com/profile/15863617563488091909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2428917357107674030.post-68380961584739215152009-03-13T02:24:00.003-04:002009-03-13T02:46:12.198-04:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ2x73jgXSrO5f9inlMjlaZyai_l7G62zbK5WCdB2npTtYj-cAzCwWwIeb9hvwP6GDR428KwLRXu2-2GiiIceNqLQQHT2dAnwDzwRkA92dR193AMW04j0mrnXRyTKmxxHv7YMJl8x8YFQ/s1600-h/Clytie-L.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 362px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ2x73jgXSrO5f9inlMjlaZyai_l7G62zbK5WCdB2npTtYj-cAzCwWwIeb9hvwP6GDR428KwLRXu2-2GiiIceNqLQQHT2dAnwDzwRkA92dR193AMW04j0mrnXRyTKmxxHv7YMJl8x8YFQ/s400/Clytie-L.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312554801840713570" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">"I wanna hold you till I die!</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Till we both break down and cry!</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I wanna hold you,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Till the fear in me subsides!"</span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVsk5Nb3P9Ixm2f9g9MA-PYAf67-ftdUmIg68f9ZGZ5lG7ABwFgGKXulftOosKzCpLa4eKQomSeyqJRbc9ETltUq9vv6_GHe1E-AYyu9_AdAckp_2_ehHegr2ssE_iysb0PdoHf5mFSeI/s1600-h/3076976458_56a82c4482.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 209px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVsk5Nb3P9Ixm2f9g9MA-PYAf67-ftdUmIg68f9ZGZ5lG7ABwFgGKXulftOosKzCpLa4eKQomSeyqJRbc9ETltUq9vv6_GHe1E-AYyu9_AdAckp_2_ehHegr2ssE_iysb0PdoHf5mFSeI/s400/3076976458_56a82c4482.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312556449253669618" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">In love, it is the principle I hold that we must remain SEMPER FIDELIS (<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);">always faithful</span>) and SEMPER IDEM (<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);">always the same</span>)....the keys to everlasting love.</span><br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Have a blessed and fruitful weekend bloggers!</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Ophelia http://www.blogger.com/profile/15863617563488091909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2428917357107674030.post-26636030201312413462009-03-10T05:00:00.004-04:002009-03-10T05:24:12.449-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxpn8cbdhfmk39TvfJF14nFZnFTvNvWQtoJNo2r5j3ZuZVbKo1zDhaujWW-HI93unTcBjhwtsuMOSSGAllS4EvTJ-9ZsAAOY7tzMvvWAv_Tw-oGCnQciVQvgez7FUVnfb2HB9VcH0OOrA/s1600-h/Clytie-L.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 362px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxpn8cbdhfmk39TvfJF14nFZnFTvNvWQtoJNo2r5j3ZuZVbKo1zDhaujWW-HI93unTcBjhwtsuMOSSGAllS4EvTJ-9ZsAAOY7tzMvvWAv_Tw-oGCnQciVQvgez7FUVnfb2HB9VcH0OOrA/s400/Clytie-L.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311481779862929170" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">I have found the place where I can hide,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">It's safe inside Your arms of love.<br />Like a child who's held throughout the storm<br />You keep me safe in Your arms of love.<br />You're always here,<br />Even when my skies are far from gray.<br />I can stay, teach me to stay there,<br />In the place I've found where I can hide.<br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span><br /><img src="http://f3.yahoofs.com/mingle/430290baz2b351c39/profile/__sr_/10ac.jpg?mgA1jtJBNPmei2.Z" height="190" width="185" /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">"Thou are my hiding place; Thou shalt preserve me from trouble;</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Thou shalt compass me about with songs of deliverance."</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">~~Psalm 32:7~~</span><br /></div>Ophelia http://www.blogger.com/profile/15863617563488091909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2428917357107674030.post-26096155290344435642009-03-07T20:42:00.006-05:002009-03-07T21:04:37.520-05:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9Tj63AWmRM80tHS7M5kMNFBOhPaz33k_k0V1oXBItBcaqgAuAwL5w8UrWQUwU3N2OAKjyy4WWTRJ6noFoY0qRwwW6FOvqb0XV1H2i2kRZrHtgyu4emcNSSIoMRXFsIj5dVbJokh7UICg/s1600-h/fg1662.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 384px; height: 252px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9Tj63AWmRM80tHS7M5kMNFBOhPaz33k_k0V1oXBItBcaqgAuAwL5w8UrWQUwU3N2OAKjyy4WWTRJ6noFoY0qRwwW6FOvqb0XV1H2i2kRZrHtgyu4emcNSSIoMRXFsIj5dVbJokh7UICg/s400/fg1662.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310627636775925842" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">"Thy mercy, O Lord, is in the heavens;</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">and Thy faithfulness unto the clouds."</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;">~~Psalm 36:5~~</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpDBunUieFwimN8BSMJMpsZTCdDkyGVsfN4krakczQ9ScsTfxTDjCIllzWNjqkUoqUtxMA_OrMfIaXK2H_WMkv_CYcoAzOYzI012f5SvAB18InEYqsUT5gYFSJPBVjpOvFCv92BXld6Jc/s1600-h/2227115888_d807662967.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpDBunUieFwimN8BSMJMpsZTCdDkyGVsfN4krakczQ9ScsTfxTDjCIllzWNjqkUoqUtxMA_OrMfIaXK2H_WMkv_CYcoAzOYzI012f5SvAB18InEYqsUT5gYFSJPBVjpOvFCv92BXld6Jc/s400/2227115888_d807662967.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310629336405498194" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">"Thy righteousness is like the great mountains;</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Thy judgments are a great deep O Lord,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Thou preservest man and beast."</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);">~~Psalm 36:6~~</span><br /><br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZc7sHA1UNG5-gGg_E-7Sifpi_u4NfuuZqc9kniOnRdGFklRr92NN7AGPq2FofN57qXcEK6tPp0_hSA5qOiQ6g7zYU_fqjSlFIPlLKX8uj6A7KinffVV6nCP88Xn1tZh1GS-cZ-xpn_ks/s1600-h/2977967846_6b73140554.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 278px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZc7sHA1UNG5-gGg_E-7Sifpi_u4NfuuZqc9kniOnRdGFklRr92NN7AGPq2FofN57qXcEK6tPp0_hSA5qOiQ6g7zYU_fqjSlFIPlLKX8uj6A7KinffVV6nCP88Xn1tZh1GS-cZ-xpn_ks/s400/2977967846_6b73140554.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310630441824104850" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">"God's promises remain the same no matter how we feel. We should rest in His Word - not in our feelings. Emotions change. The tides of enthusiasm are often controlled by the current of daily happenings. But based on what Christ has done and what the Bible says, we can have a settled assurance about our relationship with God."</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">"It is of the Lord's mercies that we are not consumed. They are new every morning. Great is Thy faithfulness."</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">~~Lamentations 3:22-26~~<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" >Have fruitful and blessed days ahead bloggers. God bless us all!</span><br /></span></div>Ophelia http://www.blogger.com/profile/15863617563488091909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2428917357107674030.post-21552805433597498182009-02-26T20:24:00.004-05:002009-02-28T21:07:13.009-05:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZHcCZ7g4iCgVILleAXw-BpsEhvQ7Kdd7SGCsjbNednxrc1NgGv5IfLhiM-KVicyjaVg5EItMURHfFxMZa17krk1VqPPbJq8sFLuPLhjvpwBfXFt2u8ywCWUf6sw9ftTx7WvrwuBncchw/s1600-h/Clytie-1892-Leighton-L.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 242px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZHcCZ7g4iCgVILleAXw-BpsEhvQ7Kdd7SGCsjbNednxrc1NgGv5IfLhiM-KVicyjaVg5EItMURHfFxMZa17krk1VqPPbJq8sFLuPLhjvpwBfXFt2u8ywCWUf6sw9ftTx7WvrwuBncchw/s400/Clytie-1892-Leighton-L.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307283176132784274" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">"Though earth and man were gone</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">And suns and universes ceased to be</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">And thou were left alone</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Every existence would exist in thee!"</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">~~Emily Bronte~~</span><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZEC7v1wUbPTMcWQzThE0kuHMMzTEM1_j9mo7Cv8Qt4u1gsBpVda_BCQ6majVcHMifLIuE8LK20sOuzC_TOiUV5iKPvaxzq5S2zxfFnzfZJXdTVuYYA1MeVoC8qhaqf2An0DPtuD01CMg/s1600-h/2983937582_73b483bf8e.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 278px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZEC7v1wUbPTMcWQzThE0kuHMMzTEM1_j9mo7Cv8Qt4u1gsBpVda_BCQ6majVcHMifLIuE8LK20sOuzC_TOiUV5iKPvaxzq5S2zxfFnzfZJXdTVuYYA1MeVoC8qhaqf2An0DPtuD01CMg/s400/2983937582_73b483bf8e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307285069013311362" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">I am someone who still believe in eternal love if we pray God to bring it to us. Somewhere out there, under the same star with me is someone who was born to love me, born for me and I for him. It's worth the wait. I don't want anybody else but him, him whom God has prepared and chosen for me to share my journey from here till eternity....</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">"Herbs, scentless in their entire, give off their precious scents when they are bruised."</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">~~Charlotte Bronte~~</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:130%;" >Have a grrrreat and blessed weekend Bloggers!</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Sincerely,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Ophelia Jane Julia</span></span><br /></div>Ophelia http://www.blogger.com/profile/15863617563488091909noreply@blogger.com