<?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-5178989680301279389</id><updated>2011-11-27T12:53:47.914+08:00</updated><category term='Worship.'/><category term='Vintageeeeee.'/><category term='Christian Blog. Beauty.'/><category term='What Draws MeTo People - John. C. Maxwell.'/><category term='Sand Painting - Nichkhun 2PM on Star King'/><category term='Beautiful'/><category term='Worship. Kim Walker'/><category term='Experiencing God. [Day by day]'/><category term='God&apos;s love.'/><category term='For all single woman.'/><category term='God&apos;s temple. Your body. Beauty.'/><category term='Seek Him First. 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Treasure it.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5178989680301279389/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>therebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17224151382928550160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/S4eC0mzF6vI/AAAAAAAACQo/ZKl4r_oKO3Q/S220/therebeeee.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>56</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178989680301279389.post-7875283800373103478</id><published>2011-08-18T15:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T15:30:28.077+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farewells. birthday. travel.'/><title type='text'>Months that past by like eh blink of an eye!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sam's farewell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yJDBpWB6Q8A/Tky8KEvg-yI/AAAAAAAAC-M/UQlQgjePmRE/s1600/P8140457.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yJDBpWB6Q8A/Tky8KEvg-yI/AAAAAAAAC-M/UQlQgjePmRE/s320/P8140457.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jO5bJk8Mv4o/Tky8HaeDuAI/AAAAAAAAC-I/TeCL24LwEjI/s1600/P8140456.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jO5bJk8Mv4o/Tky8HaeDuAI/AAAAAAAAC-I/TeCL24LwEjI/s320/P8140456.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VjE9EoDRU_U/Tky8FxSv2-I/AAAAAAAAC-E/o2bFyUy2Abo/s1600/P8140409.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VjE9EoDRU_U/Tky8FxSv2-I/AAAAAAAAC-E/o2bFyUy2Abo/s320/P8140409.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;Don't  be dismayed at goodbyes.&amp;nbsp; A farewell is necessary before you can meet  again.&amp;nbsp; And meeting again, after moments or lifetime, is certain for  those who are friends.&amp;nbsp; ~Richard Bach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Leonard's surprise birthday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UrU8rSakask/Tky7nEuLvDI/AAAAAAAAC94/HCP3GWgJ9ic/s1600/P8060338.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UrU8rSakask/Tky7nEuLvDI/AAAAAAAAC94/HCP3GWgJ9ic/s320/P8060338.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7pMFr-EABk/Tky7oxzh9bI/AAAAAAAAC98/MKIEOFtilrM/s1600/P8060382.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7pMFr-EABk/Tky7oxzh9bI/AAAAAAAAC98/MKIEOFtilrM/s320/P8060382.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v0DN5X7Fp-s/Tky7sIOK3EI/AAAAAAAAC-A/Z29LJAvWg84/s1600/P8060381.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v0DN5X7Fp-s/Tky7sIOK3EI/AAAAAAAAC-A/Z29LJAvWg84/s320/P8060381.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Happy blessed birthday, my dear friend! (: &lt;/div&gt;You've been such a great friend and blessing to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Julyyyy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uAwaPAlRW_4/Tky7P6YID5I/AAAAAAAAC9s/olu06H2BOTQ/s1600/P7200076.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uAwaPAlRW_4/Tky7P6YID5I/AAAAAAAAC9s/olu06H2BOTQ/s320/P7200076.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rVWqHNBEDfY/Tky7Sl4uQ0I/AAAAAAAAC9w/A9RBN_4PRXE/s1600/P7240117.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rVWqHNBEDfY/Tky7Sl4uQ0I/AAAAAAAAC9w/A9RBN_4PRXE/s320/P7240117.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w2oQ9GfD0zU/Tky7WKkXLyI/AAAAAAAAC90/ssi8rHD37GA/s1600/P7300231.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w2oQ9GfD0zU/Tky7WKkXLyI/AAAAAAAAC90/ssi8rHD37GA/s320/P7300231.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Everyday is a gift from God. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;March and June.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wsH0GCl-kOU/Tky6iqDQc-I/AAAAAAAAC9c/AunHSQRgXbc/s1600/AAA+Page+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wsH0GCl-kOU/Tky6iqDQc-I/AAAAAAAAC9c/AunHSQRgXbc/s320/AAA+Page+1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rMsw5IBxQ_M/Tky6jvKNBsI/AAAAAAAAC9g/wODLC2rfn7c/s1600/AAA+Page+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rMsw5IBxQ_M/Tky6jvKNBsI/AAAAAAAAC9g/wODLC2rfn7c/s320/AAA+Page+2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3lLzd9PAOdI/Tky6luPnz6I/AAAAAAAAC9k/Ocu3hr9XaTo/s1600/AAA+Page+4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3lLzd9PAOdI/Tky6luPnz6I/AAAAAAAAC9k/Ocu3hr9XaTo/s320/AAA+Page+4.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jaWDrTC5Hdg/Tky6l9ruN5I/AAAAAAAAC9o/Ta9HtjZM_lY/s1600/AAA+Page+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jaWDrTC5Hdg/Tky6l9ruN5I/AAAAAAAAC9o/Ta9HtjZM_lY/s320/AAA+Page+3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been really busy with birthday parties and farewell celebration. To be honest, life has been really tough for me but God has been helping me out. He never leaves you nor forsake you. Hebrews 13 : 5 says, Keep your lives free from the love of money and be content with what you have, because God has said, &lt;br /&gt;“Never will I leave you; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; never will I forsake you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm suppose to finish my nutrition course by this month and I only have a week left. And I've 4 segments to finish, I'm currently at segment 2. :( Do keep me in prayer. Thank you for taking your time off to read. Will keep you guys updated soon. &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178989680301279389-7875283800373103478?l=therebee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/feeds/7875283800373103478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/2011/08/months-that-past-by-like-eh-blink-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5178989680301279389/posts/default/7875283800373103478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5178989680301279389/posts/default/7875283800373103478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/2011/08/months-that-past-by-like-eh-blink-of.html' title='Months that past by like eh blink of an eye!'/><author><name>therebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17224151382928550160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/S4eC0mzF6vI/AAAAAAAACQo/ZKl4r_oKO3Q/S220/therebeeee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yJDBpWB6Q8A/Tky8KEvg-yI/AAAAAAAAC-M/UQlQgjePmRE/s72-c/P8140457.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178989680301279389.post-7170779215260381104</id><published>2011-07-14T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T22:11:32.491+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='7 reasons. Why you should keep a journal'/><title type='text'>7 Reasons, Why You Should Keep A Journal.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rafKeM2jRFg/Th74-3JOjAI/AAAAAAAAC9U/0AX7PaVT0R0/s1600/AAAAAAAA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rafKeM2jRFg/Th74-3JOjAI/AAAAAAAAC9U/0AX7PaVT0R0/s320/AAAAAAAA.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2 align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2 align="center"&gt;7 Reasons Why You Should Keep a Journal&lt;/h2&gt;Journal writing can be used as a powerful tool to help you accomplish your  goals and objectives in life. Most people who are truly successful, engage in  some form of journalizing. Here are 7 reasons you will want to keep a journal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Journal writing helps you clarify and solve problems. Let's say for example,  that some nights when you get home from work you feel extremely fatigued. By  journaling, you discover that the fatigue occurs on the days that you skip lunch  and that by eating regular meals you can prevent the extreme tiredness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Journaling is a way to keep your ideas and dreams alive until you can put  them in motion. You may wake up in the middle of the night with a brilliant idea  on how to earn extra money from home. Thankfully you have your journal on the  nightstand so you can write down your money making idea. Many great ideas are  lost because they were never written down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Writing in a journal is a great way to help you discover your God-given  destiny. What desires do you have on the inside of you? What talents do you  have? What are your goals? What would your dream life look like? Write it down.  As you read through your journals regularly you will see certain patterns emerge  and it will give you insights into your calling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Journal writing helps you remember important information. As you read books  and listen to CD's you will learn things that can help you succeed in your role  as a wife, mother, entrepreneur etc. but the fact is- we only hold on to about  20% of what we read. Writing it down and reading it regularly will insure that  you can retain and use this beneficial information. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. It helps you organize thoughts that may be cluttering your mind. For example  you may have an idea of how you want to decorate your house in a green and  yellow leaf theme and because you don't want to forget your great idea, you keep  mulling it over in your head. If you write your ideas in a journal, then you can  come back to them later. This will free your mind to focus on other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Journal writing helps you assemble your thoughts and express yourself when an  opportunity presents itself. If you have written about a particular subject in  your journal, it will be a lot easier to comment about it. Whether you are  writing a letter to your sister or participating in a church Bible study, you  will be able to communicate intelligently about the subject that's being  discussed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Your journal can be a source of encouragement and motivation- write down  compliments you received, goals you have reached, or good things that happened  to you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Journal writing is an effective means to help you achieve your God-given destiny  but it will only work if you regularly write down the things that are important  to you and read through them often. Why not buy a journal and get started today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4 align="center"&gt;By, Lorene Troyer  &lt;/h4&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178989680301279389-7170779215260381104?l=therebee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/feeds/7170779215260381104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/2011/07/7-reasons-why-you-should-keep-journal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5178989680301279389/posts/default/7170779215260381104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5178989680301279389/posts/default/7170779215260381104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/2011/07/7-reasons-why-you-should-keep-journal.html' title='7 Reasons, Why You Should Keep A Journal.'/><author><name>therebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17224151382928550160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/S4eC0mzF6vI/AAAAAAAACQo/ZKl4r_oKO3Q/S220/therebeeee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rafKeM2jRFg/Th74-3JOjAI/AAAAAAAAC9U/0AX7PaVT0R0/s72-c/AAAAAAAA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178989680301279389.post-6556913134066955960</id><published>2011-07-14T22:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T22:13:02.782+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='How to be confident. 10 ways. Self Esteem.'/><title type='text'>How to be confident: 10 Ways To Build Self - esteem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FEZltkYYBxs/Th75ZyDsSwI/AAAAAAAAC9Y/mSdGDEkhX-I/s1600/AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FEZltkYYBxs/Th75ZyDsSwI/AAAAAAAAC9Y/mSdGDEkhX-I/s320/AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2 align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2 align="center"&gt;How to Be Confident: 10 Ways To Build Self-esteem&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not let a lack of self-confidence prevent you from living a fulfilling life  and accomplishing your God-given destiny. Low self-esteem has its origin in  fear. It is a tool used by the devil to stop you from being effective as a  Christian and it manifests as depression, confusion, indecisiveness and lack of  faith. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Low self-esteem comes as a result of focusing on the wrong things. If you choose  to focus on negative circumstances-the bills that are due, your faults and  shortcomings, not to mention the 6 o'clock news-you will be seriously depressed  in a short amount of time. Here are 10 ways to boost self-esteem and have a  faith-filled outlook on life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Spend time giving God heartfelt praise. This puts your focus on Him and  releases your faith in His ability to help you succeed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Stop comparing yourself to others. God made you unique and you can never be  your best when you are trying to be like someone else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Meditate on scriptures that have the answers to what you want in life. This  will cause you to expect good things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Consistently speak positive, faith-filled words. You can not think negative  thoughts while you are speaking positive things out of your mouth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Don't say or think critical things about others. If you do, you may assume  that others are criticizing you behind your back-not one of the best ways to  build self-esteem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Write out a vision for your life. Proverbs 29:18 says that people with no  vision will perish. A vision will give you focus and cause you to be excited  about life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Learn to laugh at yourself when you make a mistake. Look at it as a learning  opportunity rather than a reason to beat yourself up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Exercise regularly. A good cardiovascular workout causes the brain to release  chemicals that lead to feelings of well-being and a more positive outlook on  life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Look your best. Wearing stylish clothes that flatter your figure and getting  your hair styled is a great way to improve self-esteem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Laugh, have fun and hang out with positive people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Low self-esteem will hinder or stop you from fulfilling your God-given destiny.  Take whatever steps are necessary to renew your mind and get rid of inferiority.  Choose to walk by faith and be the confident person you were meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By, the christian woman's blog. &lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178989680301279389-6556913134066955960?l=therebee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/feeds/6556913134066955960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/2011/07/how-to-be-confident-10-ways-to-build.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5178989680301279389/posts/default/6556913134066955960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5178989680301279389/posts/default/6556913134066955960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/2011/07/how-to-be-confident-10-ways-to-build.html' title='How to be confident: 10 Ways To Build Self - esteem'/><author><name>therebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17224151382928550160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/S4eC0mzF6vI/AAAAAAAACQo/ZKl4r_oKO3Q/S220/therebeeee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FEZltkYYBxs/Th75ZyDsSwI/AAAAAAAAC9Y/mSdGDEkhX-I/s72-c/AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178989680301279389.post-526246937005263361</id><published>2011-07-06T16:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T16:07:35.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>13 June 2011: Monday, Day 1 in Jakarta, Indonesia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/265025_10150219820206682_503526681_7587551_4320644_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/265025_10150219820206682_503526681_7587551_4320644_n.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 290px; margin: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 220px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hi CI Readers!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We  have arrived safely in this beautiful country of Indonesia. The culture  and the people here are so different. They live such a simple life  &amp;amp; they have such a big smile on their faces. Their simplicity taught  me to be grateful and satisfied with the things I have. I have  everything I need, and yet I complain &amp;amp; compare with others, never  thanking God for it. So, from today onwards, I would like to be grateful  and thank the Lord for everything He has provided and given to me. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;The view of the city from our hotel&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;A glimpse of Large Group, Jakarta CI 2011:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="350" src="http://uploadpic.org/storage/2011/28WDkPEU9w8V1ORyRYdAQpYN4.jpg" width="550" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Children of the Jakarta CI 2011! :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="350" src="http://uploadpic.org/storage/2011/78McDtVpP1WlAgcuWwiJ5L5Q.jpg" width="550" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mr Konner telling a story in a&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt; "Space Ship" designed building in Jakarta&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today  we had our first Children Institute in a big space ship. It was fun and  cozy! Anyway, I'm supposed to share on design, so here it goes. I  taught the kids about design and how we're all so different. God made  each and everyone of us unique and special in our own way. I gave an  example on how each of our thumb prints are not the same. Then I made  each of them stamp their thumb prints on a piece of paper to make them  realize how creative our God is and much detail He puts even in the  little things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/264206_10150219504291682_503526681_7587325_7115820_n.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 340px; margin: 0 0 10px 10px; width: 250px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I  shared my personal story with the kids of how God taught me about  design. When I was twelve years old, I got eczema, a skin allergy. As I  grew up, I started to question God, of all people, why me? There were  times when I didn't want to see anyone because of what they said. It was  very hurtful. Because of that, one day, I decided to pray for people to  get eczema, hoping that they will be more understanding. But obviously,  God didn't answer my prayer. Praise God for that, because I had the  wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mindset.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Pic Right) Author Debbie &amp;amp; little Kaela in Jakarta&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until  today, I still have eczema and I have been learning so much about  design and other character qualities through this experience. The Lord  has humbled me and taught me to love others for who they are, and this  experience taught me to be more understanding..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/265036_10150219839211682_503526681_7587578_5379499_n.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 340px; margin: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 250px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It  taught me to rely on God at the same time because there were no  medication or cure for it. It also drew me closer to God. When I was 14,  I felt the Lord calling me to do missions and guess what! My skin  allergies has opened so many doors for me to share my life and Christ  with others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God can use us, if we are willing to be used  by Him. Accepting who I was in Christ was never easy. It's a daily  decision. The little steps we take can make a whole lot of difference in  the future! We don't always see the big picture in the beginning. But  the beautiful part is, it teaches us to rely and draw closer to God in  prayer, knowing that He is in control at the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taddaaa.  That's what I shared with the kids. And oh, do keep us in prayer! Pray  that God will use us to share what He want us to share with the kids and  that it may it be about Him and not us. Please keep us in prayer. Thank  youuu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless,&lt;br /&gt;Debs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do visit this link below for more testimonies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://thechroniclesofci.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://thechroniclesofci.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178989680301279389-526246937005263361?l=therebee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/feeds/526246937005263361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/2011/07/13-june-2011-monday-day-1-in-jakarta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5178989680301279389/posts/default/526246937005263361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5178989680301279389/posts/default/526246937005263361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/2011/07/13-june-2011-monday-day-1-in-jakarta.html' title='13 June 2011: Monday, Day 1 in Jakarta, Indonesia'/><author><name>therebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17224151382928550160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/S4eC0mzF6vI/AAAAAAAACQo/ZKl4r_oKO3Q/S220/therebeeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178989680301279389.post-5839289407354571985</id><published>2011-03-07T14:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T16:11:41.306+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;ll be back.'/><title type='text'>I'll be back.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Hi. Hi. Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Happy Blessed Chinese New Year &amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; Happy Valentines Day. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How're you doing? I have been really busy with studies and events. But I will try my best to always update my blog when I'm free. EHEHEHE. Here are some pictures of valentine's day event &amp;amp; Chinese New Year visitation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great week ahead. God bless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178989680301279389-3222088353810270612?l=therebee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/feeds/3222088353810270612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-ever-after.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5178989680301279389/posts/default/3222088353810270612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5178989680301279389/posts/default/3222088353810270612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-ever-after.html' title='Happy ever after.'/><author><name>therebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17224151382928550160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/S4eC0mzF6vI/AAAAAAAACQo/ZKl4r_oKO3Q/S220/therebeeee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sKJtO1xdEXg/TVjBfFPjSEI/AAAAAAAAC8I/crRMTvsDETc/s72-c/DSC09515.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178989680301279389.post-1424146448940000582</id><published>2011-01-06T12:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T12:27:14.888+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Why compare.'/><title type='text'>Why Compare?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TSVEdgrK69I/AAAAAAAAC3k/ojhWip89CEQ/s1600/why+compare.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TSVEdgrK69I/AAAAAAAAC3k/ojhWip89CEQ/s400/why+compare.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178989680301279389-1424146448940000582?l=therebee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/feeds/1424146448940000582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/2011/01/why-compare.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5178989680301279389/posts/default/1424146448940000582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5178989680301279389/posts/default/1424146448940000582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/2011/01/why-compare.html' title='Why Compare?'/><author><name>therebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17224151382928550160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/S4eC0mzF6vI/AAAAAAAACQo/ZKl4r_oKO3Q/S220/therebeeee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TSVEdgrK69I/AAAAAAAAC3k/ojhWip89CEQ/s72-c/why+compare.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178989680301279389.post-1132896368841904410</id><published>2011-01-06T12:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T12:25:46.699+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seek Him First. Max Lucado.'/><title type='text'>“A woman’s heart should be so hidden in Christ that a man should have to seek Him first to find her…” —  Max Lucado</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TSVEHJ12tuI/AAAAAAAAC3g/WA-mTPElwJI/s1600/love.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="275" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TSVEHJ12tuI/AAAAAAAAC3g/WA-mTPElwJI/s400/love.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178989680301279389-1132896368841904410?l=therebee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/feeds/1132896368841904410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/2011/01/womans-heart-should-be-so-hidden-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5178989680301279389/posts/default/1132896368841904410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5178989680301279389/posts/default/1132896368841904410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/2011/01/womans-heart-should-be-so-hidden-in.html' title='“A woman’s heart should be so hidden in Christ that a man should have to seek Him first to find her…” —  Max Lucado'/><author><name>therebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17224151382928550160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/S4eC0mzF6vI/AAAAAAAACQo/ZKl4r_oKO3Q/S220/therebeeee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TSVEHJ12tuI/AAAAAAAAC3g/WA-mTPElwJI/s72-c/love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178989680301279389.post-352149756435635441</id><published>2011-01-06T12:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T12:16:58.597+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='For all single woman.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TSVBIPraHYI/AAAAAAAAC3c/rDJv9Tpk61E/s1600/single+woman.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="224" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TSVBIPraHYI/AAAAAAAAC3c/rDJv9Tpk61E/s320/single+woman.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://viewer.zoho.com/docs/qScEO"&gt;For all single woman.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Click on the word above&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;amp; be bless by it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178989680301279389-352149756435635441?l=therebee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/feeds/352149756435635441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/2011/01/for-all-single-woman.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5178989680301279389/posts/default/352149756435635441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5178989680301279389/posts/default/352149756435635441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/2011/01/for-all-single-woman.html' title=''/><author><name>therebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17224151382928550160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/S4eC0mzF6vI/AAAAAAAACQo/ZKl4r_oKO3Q/S220/therebeeee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TSVBIPraHYI/AAAAAAAAC3c/rDJv9Tpk61E/s72-c/single+woman.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178989680301279389.post-7334363532090290434</id><published>2011-01-06T12:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T12:01:46.550+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s temple. Your body. Beauty.'/><title type='text'>God's temple.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TSU9TDo00PI/AAAAAAAAC3U/2D26XUIzSd4/s1600/hilary.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TSU9TDo00PI/AAAAAAAAC3U/2D26XUIzSd4/s400/hilary.jpg" width="290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;m:smallfrac m:val="off"&gt;    &lt;m:dispdef&gt;    &lt;m:lmargin m:val="0"&gt;    &lt;m:rmargin m:val="0"&gt;    &lt;m:defjc m:val="centerGroup"&gt;    &lt;m:wrapindent m:val="1440"&gt;    &lt;m:intlim m:val="subSup"&gt;    &lt;m:narylim m:val="undOvr"&gt;   &lt;/m:narylim&gt;&lt;/m:intlim&gt; &lt;/m:wrapindent&gt;  &lt;/m:defjc&gt;&lt;/m:rmargin&gt;&lt;/m:lmargin&gt;&lt;/m:dispdef&gt;&lt;/m:smallfrac&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Microsoft PhagsPa&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Microsoft PhagsPa&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;The problem with trying to measure up to the images we see on TV and in movies is that often girls do harmful things to their body. Too many young women are starving themselves or making themselves throw up to try to achieve the look they want. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Microsoft PhagsPa&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Others cut themselves to get attention, express hurt, or just feel something. If you or someone you know is dealing with any of these issues, remember that if you are a Christian, your body belongs to God-it is not your own (see 1 Corinthians 6:19-20). When you hurt yourself, you hurt him too. During those times when you are feeling particularly low about yourself that should be focusing on your God worth, not yourself worth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Gabriola; font-size: 20pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;“YOU ARE HIS TREASURE, HIS PRINCESS.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TSU965cFLXI/AAAAAAAAC3Y/c03dzJStZyA/s1600/pretty.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="260" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TSU965cFLXI/AAAAAAAAC3Y/c03dzJStZyA/s320/pretty.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Microsoft PhagsPa&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;The Bible was way ahead of us in exposing the beauty myth for what it is. It points out the &lt;i&gt;vanity, danger, temporary&lt;/i&gt; quality of mere personal attractions and instead calls attention to the higher and more permanent beauties of &lt;i&gt;mind, character, and personality&lt;/i&gt;. It’s called outward versus inward beauty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Microsoft PhagsPa&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt; The Book puts it this way:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Don’t be concerned about the outward beauty of fancy hairstyles, expensive jewelry, or beautiful clothes. You should clothe yourselves instead with the beauty that comes from within.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;1 PETER 3:3-4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Microsoft PhagsPa&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Yeah, but……&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;·&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Microsoft PhagsPa&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;I won’t be accepted for who I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;·&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Microsoft PhagsPa&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;I will still be compared to others and not measure up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;·&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Microsoft PhagsPa&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;People judge me by how I look before they get to know me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;·&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Microsoft PhagsPa&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Others______________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Microsoft PhagsPa&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;We know you’ve heard this talk about the inside package versus the outside package before. But our guess is that none of it has yet to change your beauty response. And we know you’re probably thinking, inside beauty? Try telling that to the guys. They avoid describing us on the outside by saying we’ve “got a great personality” or we’re “really nice”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Microsoft PhagsPa&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;The Bible is not saying that the outer appearance doesn’t matter. It’s saying:&lt;br /&gt;Don’t be concerned about the outer beauty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Microsoft PhagsPa&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Don’t let it define you. Don’t let it cause you undue stress. Don’t make it your most important priority. Don’t let it replace the more important parts of your life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Microsoft PhagsPa&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Outer beauty is nothing more than packaging. And unless the inner content is good too, the outer display won’t make any lasting differences. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Microsoft PhagsPa&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Do&lt;b&gt; BE KNOW &lt;/b&gt;for the inner beauty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Microsoft PhagsPa&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Outer beauty is the first impression someone gets of you: inner beauty is the second and lasting impression. We call it holistic beauty, and it’s real, honest, and lasting. It reveals the contents on the inside of the package that enhance the outer. You can’t fake holistic beauty- it’s the way women look, feel, think, and act. It’s the whole beauty shebangs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Gabriola; font-size: 20pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;The more we live our life out before God, the more beautiful we become.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Gabriola; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Sue Cary Mayer, makeup artist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178989680301279389-7334363532090290434?l=therebee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/feeds/7334363532090290434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/2011/01/gods-temple.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5178989680301279389/posts/default/7334363532090290434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5178989680301279389/posts/default/7334363532090290434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/2011/01/gods-temple.html' title='God&apos;s temple.'/><author><name>therebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17224151382928550160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/S4eC0mzF6vI/AAAAAAAACQo/ZKl4r_oKO3Q/S220/therebeeee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TSU9TDo00PI/AAAAAAAAC3U/2D26XUIzSd4/s72-c/hilary.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178989680301279389.post-497568015093734840</id><published>2011-01-04T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T22:36:02.013+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian Blog. Beauty.'/><title type='text'>The Beauty That Lies Before Us</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TSMwRg1bFyI/AAAAAAAAC3I/aKK8oXijeXQ/s1600/cross.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="252" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TSMwRg1bFyI/AAAAAAAAC3I/aKK8oXijeXQ/s320/cross.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 14px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We live in a world full of death and heartache&lt;br /&gt;Tragedy before our eyes&lt;br /&gt;We get so wrapped up in the inconceivable &lt;br /&gt;With dreams that seem impossible&lt;br /&gt;We forget to see the beauty that lies before us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfair, unspeakable things happen&lt;br /&gt;Families divorce, people die&lt;br /&gt;God seems distant in a world full of pain&lt;br /&gt;Tears only leave a stain&lt;br /&gt;On your already shattered heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expectations fail&lt;br /&gt;Love seems impossible&lt;br /&gt;Healing isnt a thought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cant see the nails in His hands&lt;br /&gt;The price He paid to set you free&lt;br /&gt;The cost of healing tears&lt;br /&gt;But just let go and breathe&lt;br /&gt;Youll see the beauty that lies before you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon it wont be long&lt;br /&gt;Youll see the life from the death&lt;br /&gt;Youll be standing strong&lt;br /&gt;Youll see the beauty from ashes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is full of beauty&lt;br /&gt;But is hidden in unspeakable tragedy&lt;br /&gt;Under the thorns the rose is hidden&lt;br /&gt;Under the dirt the flower unfolds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you cant see the nails in His hands&lt;br /&gt;The price He paid to set you free&lt;br /&gt;The cost of healing tears&lt;br /&gt;Just let go and breathe&lt;br /&gt;Lift up your hands&lt;br /&gt;And youll see the beauty that lies before you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you willing to take His hand?&lt;br /&gt;Follow Him where He leads&lt;br /&gt;Let Him show you the beauty He created.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much beauty awaits us in this world&lt;br /&gt;But our eyes are blinded by the pain&lt;br /&gt;We cant get past what we dont understand&lt;br /&gt;When were standing in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The places youll go&lt;br /&gt;When you let Love lead&lt;br /&gt;When youre still before the One&lt;br /&gt;Who breathed life into your soul&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that His love&lt;br /&gt;Brings the inconceivable to life&lt;br /&gt;And makes the impossible possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ssee the nails in His hands&lt;br /&gt;The price He paid to set you free&lt;br /&gt;The cost of your healing tears&lt;br /&gt;Just let go and breathe&lt;br /&gt;See the beauty that lies before you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We live in a world full of death and heartache&lt;br /&gt;Tragedy before our eyes&lt;br /&gt;With dreams that seem impossible&lt;br /&gt;We get so wrapped up in the inconceivable &lt;br /&gt;That we forget to see the beauty that lies before us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earth has no sorrow &lt;br /&gt;That Heaven cant heal&lt;br /&gt;-Thomas Moore         ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178989680301279389-497568015093734840?l=therebee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/feeds/497568015093734840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/2011/01/beauty-that-lies-before-us.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5178989680301279389/posts/default/497568015093734840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5178989680301279389/posts/default/497568015093734840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/2011/01/beauty-that-lies-before-us.html' title='The Beauty That Lies Before Us'/><author><name>therebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17224151382928550160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/S4eC0mzF6vI/AAAAAAAACQo/ZKl4r_oKO3Q/S220/therebeeee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TSMwRg1bFyI/AAAAAAAAC3I/aKK8oXijeXQ/s72-c/cross.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178989680301279389.post-7649799476072596796</id><published>2011-01-04T22:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T22:30:33.089+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian Blog. Mother day tribute.'/><title type='text'>The Lord set an example of His love for His earthly mother</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TSMu6g6QCmI/AAAAAAAAC3E/FCl_HKtCob4/s1600/mothers_day_7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="248" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TSMu6g6QCmI/AAAAAAAAC3E/FCl_HKtCob4/s320/mothers_day_7.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TSMujcFYWBI/AAAAAAAAC3A/qQtP58wuHCM/s1600/Mothers-day1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TSMujcFYWBI/AAAAAAAAC3A/qQtP58wuHCM/s320/Mothers-day1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 14px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 14px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Mother's Day Tribute--Jesus sets an example of love for His mother&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A MOTHER'S DAY TRIBUTE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;The Lord set an example of His love for His earthly mother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is Mother's Day this weekend . I  want to share one revelation which shows that our Lord Jesus loved His  earthly mother when he was on earth, and He is our best example of a  son's love towards his mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here in Singapore, it has become a common trend for some children to  place their parents in old folk's home. The old folk's home here are not  the same as those abroad, which are well planned, well equipped and  with good environment. Not here! Those here are not conducive at all ,  some of them so filthy , so hot , so cramped. I have seen a few of them  and it was shockingly apathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet some children would desert their parents after placing them at these  folk's homes and then disappeared , refusing to pay their bills. So  much so that the Government has to implement a law to protect the  parents . Children have to take care of them or the law will be  enforced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Timothy 5: 4 says "put their religion in practice by caring for their  own family and so repaying their parents and grandparents, for this is  pleasing to God."€&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whilst many Christians care and look after their parents, there are some  who believe that doing God's work is of utmost importance and they  would overlook caring for their parents. Maybe they thought that it was  wrong to put their parents before God's work .Hence they must serve God  first and let other children or even other relatives take care of their  parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I struggled in the past with this kind of conflicting interpretations of  the Christian practices. Luke 14 : 26 says " If anyone comes to me and  does not hate his father and mother, his wife and children, his brothers  and sisters-- yes, even his own life-- he cannot be my disciple."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that why some Christians ignore taking care of their elderly parents?  I was puzzled over this for a long time. Does God want us to stop  taking care of our parents? Are we to follow this verse so strictly that  we would stop to be their caregivers ?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my mum very much. She is the reason why I came back to the Lord.  It is because of her baptism that brought me back to the church after 3  years of leaving the Lord, and eventually I returned to Jesus . My mum  is instrumental to what I am today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is my prayer partner , we would spent time praying about many prayer  items . I would pray in English and she is Hokkien , a Chinese dialect.  And we saw many prayers answered in the past. She was there for me in  many crisis of my life, my support, my strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been many years since. Now she is 86. Last year, she was admitted  to the hospital 6 times within a year, once even for one long month. It  caused so much stress to my family and , needless to say, also having  to deal with the financial burden. Though I could not help out much, my  other brothers and sisters who are wealthier helped out , as the  hospital bills were very hefty .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she was in the hospital last year, I agonised over her health. Is  her day near? Is she going home to the Lord? I love my mum very much,  she is more than a mum to me, she is my friend, someone I share my life  with, I tell her my secrets too, she is also a very supportive mum, I  just love her so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when she was at the hospital , I cried to God. I asked him, "Please  extend her life, I need her very much. I can't bear to let her go. Lord,  I don't think you would understand about my love for my mum. Your time  with your earthly mum was so short , you may not love her as much as I  love my mum."€&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry , but I questioned Jesus about His love for His own earthly mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img align="absmiddle" alt="" class="ImageBBCode" src="http://www.quotesarcade.com/graphics/mothers_day/mothers_day_quotes_graphics_01.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few days, the Lord gave me a surprise. He led me to John 19: 21.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John 19 : 25 to 27 Near the cross of Jesus stood his mother, his  mother's sister, Mary the wife of Clepoas, and Mary Magdalene. When  Jesus saw his mother there, and the disciple whom he loved standing  nearby, he said to his mother, "Dear woman, here is your son, and to the  disciple,"Here is your mother." From that time on, this disciple took  her into his home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me explain the scenario of this scene. Imagine you were the person  who was going to die ahead of your mother and you loved your mother very  much and you could not bear to leave her behind. Yet you had to leave  this earth because of something more important you had to do. So what  was the next best thing for you to do? You would entrust her to some one  that you trusted most or someone closest to you. You would want to  entrust her to someone you trusted and whom you knew would take care of  your mother after you had left this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was actually what the Lord did at the cross. Before His last  breath, He did the last thing that He knew He had to do, He entrusted  His earthly mother to His most trusted disciple and most loved disciple,  John . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did not entrusted his mother to just anybody or even an old folk's  home or anyone else?. He entrusted her to someone whom He knew that He  could depend on and whom He trusted and loved very much. He chose the  best person to take care of His mother !!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord was so patient and so kind to reveal this to me, that even the  cross when he was dying and breathing His last breath, he cared  tremendously for the future well being of His earthly mother.&lt;img alt="" class="ImageSmilies" src="http://www.christianblog.com/_images/smilies/flower.gif" style="vertical-align: middle;" title=":flower:" /&gt;  As He had to leave ahead of her to return to the Heavenly Father, Jesus  did the next best thing any good loving son would do, that is to  entrust her to someone He trusted and whom He loved most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this wonderful and enlightening revelation, I felt so comforted  that our Lord loved His earthly mother and therefore He would understand  my love for my mum. Because of this revelation, I also knew that God  wanted us to love our parents and to take good care of them and also to  provide for them to the best of our abilities, even to their old age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends here at CB and all Christians, It will be Mother's and  Father's Day soon. Go and honour them, go and love them . Our Lord Jesus  Himself has loved His too. He had set us an example for us to follow ,  the Lord loved His mother as in John 19. May He be our eternal Example  and our Guide always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last point, please read these verse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Exodus 20 : 12 &lt;/span&gt;-Honour your father and your mother, so that you may live long in the land the Lord your God is giving you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ephesians 6: 1-3 &lt;/span&gt;--Children  ,obey your parents in the Lord, for this is right. "Honor your father  and mother" which is the first commandment with a promise that it may go  well with you and that you may enjoy long life on the earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May we honour our father and our mother whilst they are still alive. AMEN &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Hwa Silverpen &lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178989680301279389-7649799476072596796?l=therebee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/feeds/7649799476072596796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/2011/01/lord-set-example-of-his-love-for-his.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5178989680301279389/posts/default/7649799476072596796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5178989680301279389/posts/default/7649799476072596796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/2011/01/lord-set-example-of-his-love-for-his.html' title='The Lord set an example of His love for His earthly mother'/><author><name>therebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17224151382928550160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/S4eC0mzF6vI/AAAAAAAACQo/ZKl4r_oKO3Q/S220/therebeeee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TSMu6g6QCmI/AAAAAAAAC3E/FCl_HKtCob4/s72-c/mothers_day_7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178989680301279389.post-2455060019300684734</id><published>2011-01-04T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T22:23:43.029+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian Blog. Difference.'/><title type='text'>What is the difference</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TSMtZ6nR8vI/AAAAAAAAC28/5lwhp6UAR-A/s1600/differences.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="173" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TSMtZ6nR8vI/AAAAAAAAC28/5lwhp6UAR-A/s320/differences.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 14px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I am truly hard pressed to find much difference between how  most Christians and worldly people think, act and behave. By and large I  see more similarities than I see differences in how people view life,  work and raising their families. The unfortunate reality is that what  the vast majority of Christians think separates them from their worldly  friends is in reality nothing more than religion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two people show up at work on a given day at the same time. They both  drive the same make and model car, wear pretty much the same clothes and  have within their lunch pails the same meal to eat during their lunch  break. These two people go to their jobs and do them equally well. At  the end of the day they clock out and go home to houses that look the  same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of these people sit down to eat dinner with their family and then  spend the evening watching television or playing on their computers.  Sometime late in the evening they both brush their teeth, set the alarm  and go to bed. The next morning their alarms go off at the same time and  they rush to get dressed and get to work on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two people do this same routine five days per week. They both  receive their paycheck on Friday for equal amounts. On Saturday they  both spend time watching their kids play soccer or baseball and on  Saturday night they go out with their wives to a movie. The only  difference between these two people comes on Sunday when one of them  drags the family to church and the other goes to play golf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one who goes to church spends most of his time dreaming about the  golf course where he would rather be while the one playing golf doesn't  think at all about missing church. By Sunday afternoon both of these  people settle down to watch NFL football and pig out on pizza and  nachos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are my questions: Is the person in the above example who went to  church on Sunday a Christian JUST because he went to church? Is the  person who played golf on Sunday automatically a heathen because he  didn't go to church? Is one's Christianity really determined by how one  spends a couple of hours per week? What really is the difference between  these two people other than religion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God did not so love the world that He gave His only Son to promote a new  religion. Jesus did not lay down His life so that two thousand years  later people would show up at a building once a week and somehow  magically be His people by doing so. The Holy Spirit was not given on  the Day of Pentecost to be stuffed in a closet and forgotten until one  is on their deathbed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christianity is a relationship between a person and their Savior and has  little, if anything, to do with the carrying out of traditions or the  showing up at meetings or the singing of songs or even the praying of  certain prayers. All these religious things mean nothing unless there is  a real, true and vital spiritual relationship in a person's heart with  their Lord and Savior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the time comes when the two people mentioned in the story above  stand before God, I wouldn't be a bit surprised to see the golfer have a  better eternal lot than the other. God doesn't like hypocrites and He  certainly isn't interested in people just going through motions and  assuming they are His own. God looks on and desires our whole heart and  it is our heart that He will use to determine our eternal destiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray we all spend much more time building our relationship with the  Lord and much less time washing the outside of our tabernacles to make  them look all clean and white. There are 168 hours in a week. Isn't God  worthy of more than just ONE of those hours? Something to think about.          &lt;/span&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christian Blog.&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178989680301279389-2455060019300684734?l=therebee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/feeds/2455060019300684734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/2011/01/what-is-difference.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5178989680301279389/posts/default/2455060019300684734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5178989680301279389/posts/default/2455060019300684734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/2011/01/what-is-difference.html' title='What is the difference'/><author><name>therebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17224151382928550160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/S4eC0mzF6vI/AAAAAAAACQo/ZKl4r_oKO3Q/S220/therebeeee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TSMtZ6nR8vI/AAAAAAAAC28/5lwhp6UAR-A/s72-c/differences.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178989680301279389.post-1543615315012805150</id><published>2011-01-04T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T22:16:15.005+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian Blog. faith in God.'/><title type='text'>Step out in faith and the path of God will open unto you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TSMrVo7DgvI/AAAAAAAAC24/I7G-m-5AjNE/s1600/faith.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="118" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TSMrVo7DgvI/AAAAAAAAC24/I7G-m-5AjNE/s320/faith.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 14px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Recently I read one blog here by one young lady, &lt;a class="NormText" href="http://www.christianblog.com/bio/ladyvogue"&gt;ladyvogue &lt;/a&gt;, who celebrated her birthday and  she mentioned about fear of the future and the uncertainties of the  path for her to take. Many Christians are like her, often unsure where  to walk and which path to take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also not an exception and also have the same question and query. I  asked the Lord many times in the past and especially at crossroads of my  life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many years ago when I was at a crossroad of my career, having left a  bitter business partnership and then started a small business , but the  new business was not doing well initially. Of course, I sought the Lord  and asked Him ," Should I go and work for someone and which one? Or  should I continue this business ?" &lt;br /&gt;And I sought and waited upon the Lord for a while. In my mind , I wanted  the Lord to show me the path ahead of me and to show the type of path,  is it good? , is a plain sailing one or is it a difficult one? In my  simple thinking , I thought if the path that the Lord showed me is a  good one , then I would walk in it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that how we always think , we are so afraid of making mistakes ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't this the type of mind-set that we have? Every time when we are at a  crossroad, we want to know that whether we are going to take a gold  trodden path ahead of us and we want an assurance that the path that we  set out to take will be peaceful and plain sailing. Right? We wanted to  know that the path ahead for the future would be rosy before we stepped  out and walked towards that goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't this what you visualize, because I definitely visualize it this way!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want to make any mistakes, I didn't want to walk a difficult  road, I didn't want to have troubles, heartaches and worries , anxieties  and any complications. I didn't want to waste any time, for sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what the Lord revealed to me, a valuable lesson for the rest of  my life. The Lord, instead of showing which path I should take, told me  a very important principle, which even though was revealed to me 10  years ago, is still relevant to all our daily lives and especially when  we want to make decisions at crossroads in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord said, "Step out and walk , and walk in faith and a Path will open unto you ".  The Lord further revealed to me that just like the Israelites when they  crossed the Red Sea, the Red Sea was not opened all the way to the bank  on the other side. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord said ," The Red Sea only opens up as they walk out in faith .  As they walk out and in faith, the Red Sea begins to open , just a few  steps ahead of them. The Red Sea was not opened all the way to the other  bank, but only as they walked out in faith, step by step , the path to  the other bank will begin to open unto them! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin Luther King Jr says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Take the first step in faith. You don't have to see the whole staircase. Just take the first step."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is in only in our walking out in faith and walking out step by step ,  that the path of God will open ahead of us , and will be revealed to  us, line upon line, percept upon percept. Start walking out in faith  step by step, and a path will open unto you! The path of God will  definitely open unto you! That is how God leads us , line upon line,  percept upon percept. And only if we step out in FAITH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my friends here at CB and all Christians , wherever you are now in  your life, if you are at a cross road regarding any decisions that you  have to take, be it career, business or relationships or even marriage,  step out in faith and walk ,step by step ,do not fear , but trust the  leading of our God and the path of God will open unto you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quote from Isaiah 43: 1-2 as an assurance from God;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear not, for I have redeemed you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have summoned you by name; you are mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you pass through the waters,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be with you ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you pass through the rivers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They will not sweep over you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you walk through the fire,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will not be burned;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flames will not set you ablaze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For I am the Lord, your God, the Holy One of Israel , your Saviour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEP OUT IN FAITH AND WALK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Hwa Silverpen &lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178989680301279389-1543615315012805150?l=therebee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/feeds/1543615315012805150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/2011/01/step-out-in-faith-and-path-of-god-will.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5178989680301279389/posts/default/1543615315012805150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5178989680301279389/posts/default/1543615315012805150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/2011/01/step-out-in-faith-and-path-of-god-will.html' title='Step out in faith and the path of God will open unto you'/><author><name>therebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17224151382928550160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/S4eC0mzF6vI/AAAAAAAACQo/ZKl4r_oKO3Q/S220/therebeeee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TSMrVo7DgvI/AAAAAAAAC24/I7G-m-5AjNE/s72-c/faith.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178989680301279389.post-2056584639471001653</id><published>2011-01-04T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T22:06:57.240+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian Blog. Salvation.'/><title type='text'>Salvation - So Simple A Child Can Understand</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TSMpcyxlYUI/AAAAAAAAC20/POIrawUks6A/s1600/l_c44aa3fceddee2c196646535eb1eb61a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TSMpcyxlYUI/AAAAAAAAC20/POIrawUks6A/s320/l_c44aa3fceddee2c196646535eb1eb61a.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was writing my rather lengthy three-part blog explaining a  proper understanding of predestination and free will (The Tale of 2  Doctrines vs. Scripture &lt;a class="NormText" href="http://www.christianblog.com/blog/arisensleeper/the-tale-of-two-doctrines-vs-scripture-part-1/"&gt;Part 1&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="NormText" href="http://www.christianblog.com/blog/arisensleeper/the-tale-of-two-doctrines-vs-scripture-part-2/"&gt;Part 2&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a class="NormText" href="http://www.christianblog.com/blog/arisensleeper/the-tale-of-two-doctrines-vs-scripture-part-3/"&gt;Part 3&lt;/a&gt;),  one particularly painful yet joyful event 11 years ago in my life kept  coming to mind. I am not ashamed to say that I cried throughout the  entire time that I wrote those 3 blogs. I began the 3-part series  primarily to help a young lady who had recently accepted the Lord as her  Saviour. For me this was powerfully poignant because 11 years ago, I  was asked by another young lady for help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madison was a cheery 7 year old whose parents attended the church where I  attended and volunteered as a children's ministry leader. Three days  after her 7th birthday she was diagnosed with leukemia. Madison fought  the disease for two years with all the pain and suffering, ups and downs  that that process involved. I made it a point to visit her at least  once a week. One Sunday after church her parents pulled me aside and  told me that the cancer had returned and Madison was loosing the battle  and wanted to see me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That afternoon I found myself sitting next to the bed in which a tiny  pale little girl was lying. "Chris, I want Jesus in my life and I want  to be baptized." she said, her blue eyes piercing into my soul.  Instinctively, Madison knew that she did not have much time left and she  wanted to spend eternity with Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lump that would not go away formed in my throat and my eyes filled  with tears. Choking back sobs, I tried to reply but could not. "Don't  cry Chris, it is ok. I know what is going to happen and I want to be  with Jesus when I go." she said, taking my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Remember when we were at family camp and you were teaching about Jesus?  You told us that if we wanted Jesus in our hearts, all we had to do was  to come to you and you will help us? I want Jesus in my heart, can you  help me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pulling myself together, I said a silent prayer and tried hard to put a  smile on my face and said, "Of course Munchkin I will help you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot remember the exact words I used but I remember every one of  hers as if it was yesterday. For the next hour we talked. I asked her  why she wanted Jesus in her heart and she said, "I don't know Chris, but  when mommy and daddy prays with me, I can feel Him calling to me and  when I have my pain I feel Him too and it always makes me feel better.  Chris I want to go to Him"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those words nearly destroyed me but this time, I was able to hold back  tears and sobs. I told her that Jesus loves her and wanted to take away  her sins. "Do you remember what sins are?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To that her face somehow got more serious and she said, "Yes, I  remember, Mrs Jones talked about that in Sunday School. It is like when I  poured syrup down Billy's pants because I got mad at him and when I  sneaked some of mommy's cookies and when we stole your glasses and hid  them when you were sleeping at camp." As she recounted her litany of  "sins" we began to giggle and laugh because most of them were the  mischievous pranks of a fun loving little girl. By the time she finished  the mood was infinitely lighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she was done, I asked her if she was sorry for them and in complete  honesty she said, "Yes, except for pouring syrup down Billy's pants, he  deserved it, he pulled my hair, but yes I suppose I am." I knew it was a  formality but I asked her if she knew who Jesus is and she recounted  her Sunday School lessons, that "He is the Son of God who loves us so  much that He got nailed up on a cross by bad people so He can die for  our sins." She told me that the "bad people" did not succeed because  Jesus "got back up and went up to heaven so He can get it all ready for  us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I explained to her that all she had to do was to pray to Jesus to ask  Him into her life. I asked her if it is what she wanted to do. I cannot  describe the beam on her face and the change that came over her when she  clapped her hands and said yes. I led her in the sinner's prayer and  when we were done I told her that she was saved and God is her daddy in  heaven. "That was so easy!" She exclaimed, "Now can I get baptized?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next two days involved talk with our Pastor and getting the hospice  to let us use the therapy pool for the Baptism Ceremony. I Baptized  Madison three days later in the pool with over 100 family and friends in  attendance. I had Baptized several people before that and many others  since but Madison's baptism remains the highlight of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madison went to be with the Lord two months later and I visited her  everyday and was there with her parents when she peacefully closed her  eyes and went to sleep one last time. In the intervening time we talked a  great deal and I was amazed by her innate, simple, and uncomplicated  understanding of the significance of her act of acceptance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brothers and sisters in Christ, I write this to share with you the  simplicity of God's plan of Salvation for everyone of us. After writing  three lengthy blogs defending the simplicity and truth of that plan, the  memory of Madison reminded me that God did not make our Salvation a  difficult thing to understand and comprehend. It is so simple that a  child can understand it and receive it. Deep theological expositions on  election and free will are only footnotes that should never take  precedent over that simplicity. I look to the day when I will join  Madison in heaven and even though I will have a perfect body with  perfect eyesight, I will make sure that I have glasses that she can hide  again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shared with the Love of Christ which passes all understanding,&lt;br /&gt;Arisen&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178989680301279389-2056584639471001653?l=therebee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/feeds/2056584639471001653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/2011/01/salvation-so-simple-child-can.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5178989680301279389/posts/default/2056584639471001653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5178989680301279389/posts/default/2056584639471001653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/2011/01/salvation-so-simple-child-can.html' title='Salvation - So Simple A Child Can Understand'/><author><name>therebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17224151382928550160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/S4eC0mzF6vI/AAAAAAAACQo/ZKl4r_oKO3Q/S220/therebeeee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TSMpcyxlYUI/AAAAAAAAC20/POIrawUks6A/s72-c/l_c44aa3fceddee2c196646535eb1eb61a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178989680301279389.post-8392585287702969766</id><published>2011-01-04T21:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T22:08:08.966+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Living on Christ is in Control Street. Christian Blog.'/><title type='text'>Living on Christ is in Control Street.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TSMj-wTctNI/AAAAAAAAC2w/_zKl0k2jXa4/s1600/lombard-street-picture.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="253" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TSMj-wTctNI/AAAAAAAAC2w/_zKl0k2jXa4/s320/lombard-street-picture.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 14px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Living on What If or If Only streets. Or living on Christ is in Control Street. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing older makes one reflect upon their live. I gave up the what if  and if only attitude many years ago. However I know people that still  dwell there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I had done this, my life would be better now. What if I had done  such and such rather than what I did? Things would be better now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can dwell here for a long time and our life will not change. What was  has already happened and will not up happen. What was said and done is  said and done. Life does not give us a repeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaiah 43:18&lt;br /&gt;Forget the former things; do not dwell on the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we enter into another new year, a time of new beginnings, let us  reflect more on becoming the best we can be in Christ in the next year.  Let us not dwell on things that we can not change. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Chronicles 16:11&lt;br /&gt;Seek the LORD and His strength; Seek His face evermore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We may never forget the past, but the past does not control our future Christ alone does. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessing to all as we begin another new year with our LORD and Savior, Jesus Christ. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By,&lt;br /&gt;KraftyKatz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178989680301279389-8392585287702969766?l=therebee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/feeds/8392585287702969766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/2011/01/living-on-christ-is-in-control-street.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5178989680301279389/posts/default/8392585287702969766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5178989680301279389/posts/default/8392585287702969766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/2011/01/living-on-christ-is-in-control-street.html' title='Living on Christ is in Control Street.'/><author><name>therebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17224151382928550160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/S4eC0mzF6vI/AAAAAAAACQo/ZKl4r_oKO3Q/S220/therebeeee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TSMj-wTctNI/AAAAAAAAC2w/_zKl0k2jXa4/s72-c/lombard-street-picture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178989680301279389.post-3338289400675976873</id><published>2011-01-04T21:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T21:36:28.597+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prayer.'/><title type='text'>A few of us need your prayers this day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TSMhxszA0SI/AAAAAAAAC2s/Ni-3CRtMWNo/s1600/Kids_prayer_ecuador.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TSMhxszA0SI/AAAAAAAAC2s/Ni-3CRtMWNo/s320/Kids_prayer_ecuador.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day, some of us around here are facing battles far too  large to win them on our own. For anyone reading this, I ask that you  would take a few moments and whether you know who is in desperate need  of prayer or not, PRAY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we can look at Goliath and fearlessly confront him and beat  him. Other times we look at what is happening and it appears to our  feeble eyes to be too big for us to handle. Guess what, IT IS. David  only was victorious over Goliath because of his faith that God would  give him the victory. Left to his own wiles, David would have been  squashed like a June bug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of us are facing extremely difficult decisions which will determine  a multitude of things and people in our lives. Some of us are fighting  tooth and nail to stay above the water financially. Some of us are  engaged in raging battles regarding our health. Instead of quoting some  verse about being more than conquerors, we should reach out to our  family for prayer support and cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Far too many times we all have been guilty of racing into battle all  alone and suddenly finding ourselves outnumbered and outgunned. More  than once, I have had to turn around and run as fast as I could back to  the security of the family of God. Asking for prayer is really nothing  more or less than reaching out to our brothers and sisters and asking  them to help you deal with whatever is going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayer is the wind beneath our wings and allows us to sail above the  enemy. Prayer is the healing balm of Gilead which soothes our wounds.  Prayer is the iron fist of unity displayed proudly to the enemies who  think they are better or bigger. Prayer is the backbone that keeps us  from falling to pieces when things do not work out as we desire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need your prayers this day for some daunting physical issues seeking  to dismantle me. Others need your prayers this day for wisdom and  strength as they sit face to face with enemy agents seeking their  destruction professionally. Others need your prayers this day as they  face a rash of personal situations that are seeking to overthrow their  faith. Others need your prayers this day to keep from making horrible  decisions that would devastate their families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who claims they do not need prayer is only lying to themselves.  We all need prayer and we all need to pray for each other more and more  as we see the Day approaching. I urge all of us to spend a little extra  time today in prayer not only for those people and needs we know about,  but for anyone and everyone who is struggling and needs their burden  lifted. After all, the greatest thing prayer does is to lift the burden  off the shoulders of someone who is struggling and collectively placing  it on everyone's shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://christianblog.com/"&gt;christianblog.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178989680301279389-3338289400675976873?l=therebee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/feeds/3338289400675976873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/2011/01/few-of-us-need-your-prayers-this-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5178989680301279389/posts/default/3338289400675976873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5178989680301279389/posts/default/3338289400675976873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/2011/01/few-of-us-need-your-prayers-this-day.html' title='A few of us need your prayers this day'/><author><name>therebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17224151382928550160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/S4eC0mzF6vI/AAAAAAAACQo/ZKl4r_oKO3Q/S220/therebeeee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TSMhxszA0SI/AAAAAAAAC2s/Ni-3CRtMWNo/s72-c/Kids_prayer_ecuador.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178989680301279389.post-2471845549204442150</id><published>2011-01-04T13:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T13:29:11.051+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s love.'/><title type='text'>God's love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/AQJ5CfUBmoM/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AQJ5CfUBmoM&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AQJ5CfUBmoM&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="content"&gt;&lt;div class="comment-text" dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/mN2vyy__os8/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mN2vyy__os8&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mN2vyy__os8&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the song but this video brought me to tears b/c it  blows my mind how﻿ much God loves us. He loves us so much, we can't even  fathom it!!! How amazing it wil be when we see Him face to face one  day. Thank you for sharing this video with us. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="metadata-inline"&gt;grateful2beable&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="time"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="comments-rating-positive"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;          &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178989680301279389-2471845549204442150?l=therebee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/feeds/2471845549204442150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/2011/01/because-of-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5178989680301279389/posts/default/2471845549204442150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5178989680301279389/posts/default/2471845549204442150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/2011/01/because-of-love.html' title='God&apos;s love.'/><author><name>therebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17224151382928550160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/S4eC0mzF6vI/AAAAAAAACQo/ZKl4r_oKO3Q/S220/therebeeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178989680301279389.post-1689294501354419175</id><published>2011-01-04T12:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T12:43:55.824+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365 Days of Love. Ninja. Jaeson Ma.'/><title type='text'>365 Days Of Love. (Ninja style)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/hMqTohRbppw/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hMqTohRbppw&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hMqTohRbppw&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s been a  great year and I thought it’d be fun to take a look back at one of my  favorite 365 Days of Love episodes: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hMqTohRbppw&amp;amp;feature=related" target="_blank"&gt;the Love Ninja&lt;/a&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go love someone–ninja style!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that  whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life.    &lt;/div&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178989680301279389-1689294501354419175?l=therebee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/feeds/1689294501354419175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/2011/01/so-year-is-starting-to-wind-down-as.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5178989680301279389/posts/default/1689294501354419175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5178989680301279389/posts/default/1689294501354419175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/2011/01/so-year-is-starting-to-wind-down-as.html' title='365 Days Of Love. (Ninja style)'/><author><name>therebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17224151382928550160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/S4eC0mzF6vI/AAAAAAAACQo/ZKl4r_oKO3Q/S220/therebeeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178989680301279389.post-4622271150622203568</id><published>2011-01-04T12:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T12:37:31.173+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just love. Jaeson Ma.'/><title type='text'>Just love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TSKjDP3zaSI/AAAAAAAAC2o/vV8bzgIlJg8/s1600/No+lies%252C+just+love..jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="246" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TSKjDP3zaSI/AAAAAAAAC2o/vV8bzgIlJg8/s320/No+lies%252C+just+love..jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is true. Love is painful. Love is not easy. Love can be messy. Love is powerful. Love can change you. &lt;span id="more-5036"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Love  is difficult. Love is commitment. Love is what hate is not. Love  learns. Love always listens. Love doesn’t hold onto the wrongs. Love  overlooks the sin. Love looks into the heart. Love can be gained. Love  can be lost. Love is possible. Love forgives, every time. Love doesn’t  lie. Love is always worth a try. Love makes you laugh. Love makes you  cry. Love hurts so bad. Love can’t be explained, but love can be felt.  Love knows. Love is unconditional. Love accepts you just the way you  are. Love protects, defends and fights to the end. Love prefers. Love  will sacrifice all for the sake of another. Love is not afraid. Love is  full of courage. Love begins with God, then it starts with you. Love  takes time. Love doesn’t make sense sometimes. Love is beautiful. Love  can be ugly. Love shows kindness. Love is not blind, love sees. Love is  compassion. Love can be desperate. Love is discovered when you are  broken. Love is in the little things. Love is caught in the most unseen  moments. Love is deep, never shallow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love lends a hand. Love feeds the  hungry. Love doesn’t think of itself first, but always others. Love  doesn’t demand it’s rights. Love trusts. Love lets go. Love doesn’t  blame others. Love takes responsibility. Love doesn’t hold grudges. Love  doesn’t compare. Love always believes. Love is risky. Love is worth  taking the risk even if it means being hurt. Love is a lesson. Love is  all we have. Love feels. Love is distant. Love is close. Love is in  every heart. Love dreams. Love encourages. Love is crazy. Love makes you  do crazy ridiculous things. Love sucks. Love is a drug. Love is  everything. Love bleeds. Love was hung on a cross for all our sins. Love  doesn’t see fault. Love gives you what you don’t deserve. Love hates.  Love loves. Love is madness. Love is lonely sometimes. Love speaks. Love  is silent. Love is loud. Love is discipline. Love is uncomfortable.  Love is humble. Love enjoys. Love has fun. Love eats. Love sleeps. Love  is an adventure. Love brings peace. Love doesn’t judge. Love embraces.  Love gives big hugs. Love smiles. Love dances. Love is always down to  help. Love is there for you when you need it the most. Love cares. Love  is alive. Love is full of tears. Love makes the heart heavy, like right  now. Love will heal with time. Love doesn’t need an answer every time.  Love prays. Love hopes. Love never ever gives up. Love is repentant.  Love is sorry. Love gets back up again. Love tries. Love pushes you to  your limits. Love is scary. Love doesn’t work out always. Love can teach  you a good lesson. Love is better than lust. Love gives everything it  has. Love doesn’t hold back. Love is not cheap, but costly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is a  choice. Love is not forced. Love doesn’t take advantage. Love respects.  Love always seeks for the best interest of others. Love is giving up  what you want, for the wants of another. Love is a promise unbroken.  Love is your word. Love doesn’t play games. Love is serious. Love isn’t  learned in a day, but learned in a lifetime. Love will make you get on  your knees. Love waits. Love moves on. Love is hard. Love is generous.  Love kills. Love brings life. Love doesn’t point the finger. Love looks  within. Love always wins. Love grows. Love is example. Love is faithful.  Love is understanding. Love is full of grace. Love is truth. Love gives  roses. Love is finer than wine. Love is found in Paris. Love is lost in  life. Love is creative &amp;amp; love creates. Love is a struggle. Love  comes and love goes. Love gets mad. Love sometimes yells. Love is  brutal. Love is affection. Love transforms. Love is sex done God’s way.  Love is pure like a newborn baby. Love is childish. Love is mature. Love  is being yourself. Love is loving yourself. Love can. Love is freedom.  Love is radical. Love is rad. Love can lead to war. Love will defend the  poor. Love is just. Love always does what is right. Love is coming  clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is new every morning. Love is there every night, you just  have to look for it. Love is in the darkness. Love shines like the dawn.  Love is warm. Love is cold too. Love repents. Love is willing to  change. Love does what is necessary. Love doesn’t just talk, it walks.  Love can feel like a jail cell. Love comes in different forms is  expressed in different ways. Love is a language. Love serves. Love is  quality time. Love is a gift. Love is heard. Love is physical, don’t be  afraid to touch. Love plans. Love is also spontaneous. Love is a  surprise. Love is wise. Love can be learned in every life experience  good or bad. Love makes the heart happy. Love can’t be taken away,  unless you let it. Love is something else. Love doesn’t focus on self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is God. Yes, God is love. Love yourself, then you can love others.  Love is a golden rule for life. Love is life. Love is family. Love is  true friends who love you not for what you can do, but for who you are.  Love is what we were created for. Love is big. Love is not noticed. Love  is stealth. Love is all around. Love is a song. Love is a presence.  Love is worship. Love gives glory. Love always has a story to tell. Love  looks like Jesus. Love doesn’t always feel good, but it is good. Love  is fearless &amp;amp; faith-full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is drama haha. Love takes two. Love  is infinite. Love forgets. Love is not full of itself. Love is not  addicted, love is self controlled. Love hates evil. Love will not boast  or brag. Love is the kindest person you will ever meet. Love is real.  Love keeps it real. Love is truthful, it doesn’t beat around the bush.  Love is in the eyes. Love can be painful to look at. Love makes  priority. Love is not the shape of a heart, love is in the form of a  cross. Love isn’t a job. Love isn’t a project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love just is. Love is who  we are, love is what we do, love is perfect even though we are not  perfect. Love knows no excuses. Love doesn’t live a lie. Love is a  raging fire that can’t be contained, neither explained. Love is worth it  all, love gives it all, love is all I want, love is all I need. Love is  everything to me. Love I’m still learning. Love I’m still failing. Love  you force me to keep going, even when I mess up. Love messed me up.  Love is simple &amp;amp; complicated all at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is tiring. Love also energizes. Love is up. Love is down. Love makes your heart  pound. Love is magical. Love is passionate. Love hurts like hell. Love  can feel like heaven. Love makes mistakes. Love is failing, but learning  to try again. Love is willing to suffer. Love is willing to lose it all  to gain it all. Love is death. Love is resurrection. Love is to die  for. Love I could keep going, but I will stop here. Just love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that  whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life.    &lt;/div&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178989680301279389-4622271150622203568?l=therebee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/feeds/4622271150622203568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/2011/01/just-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5178989680301279389/posts/default/4622271150622203568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5178989680301279389/posts/default/4622271150622203568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/2011/01/just-love.html' title='Just love.'/><author><name>therebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17224151382928550160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/S4eC0mzF6vI/AAAAAAAACQo/ZKl4r_oKO3Q/S220/therebeeee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TSKjDP3zaSI/AAAAAAAAC2o/vV8bzgIlJg8/s72-c/No+lies%252C+just+love..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178989680301279389.post-5413695360310398568</id><published>2010-12-27T15:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T15:10:20.982+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Worship. 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:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/_nRKt8cPO1k/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_nRKt8cPO1k&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_nRKt8cPO1k&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178989680301279389-6212990189229532559?l=therebee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/feeds/6212990189229532559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/2010/12/kims-story-womens-conference-promo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5178989680301279389/posts/default/6212990189229532559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5178989680301279389/posts/default/6212990189229532559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/2010/12/kims-story-womens-conference-promo.html' title='Kim&apos;s Story'/><author><name>therebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17224151382928550160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/S4eC0mzF6vI/AAAAAAAACQo/ZKl4r_oKO3Q/S220/therebeeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178989680301279389.post-7877791005347082996</id><published>2010-12-27T14:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T14:00:50.476+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Worship.'/><title type='text'>Why can't I feel God during worship?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="mbl notesBlogText clearfix"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TRgratT85HI/AAAAAAAAC10/5vP4wzJ6bAM/s1600/worship.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TRgratT85HI/AAAAAAAAC10/5vP4wzJ6bAM/s320/worship.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that is a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HONEST &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;common  question amongst many Christians. Don't you feel sometimes during  worship that you just SOMEHOW can't seem to FEEL God's presence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well don't worry, because it IS COMMON! There are 2 big things that we need to understand, before we can fix this problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. WHAT IS TRUE WORSHIP&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. THE FLESH ( SOUL ) VS THE SPIRIT &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we can define these two things, we will understand ourselves more and the true condition of our problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. What IS TRUE WORSHIP&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The heart of the matter is the matter of the heart"&lt;br /&gt;The scripture that teaches us about what worship&lt;strong&gt; DEFINED&lt;/strong&gt; by God really is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ISAIAH 29: 13&amp;nbsp; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;is repeated in&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; MATTHEW 15 : 8-9&amp;nbsp; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;and says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  Lord says: "These people come near to me with their mouth and honor  me  with their lips, but their hearts are far from me.&amp;nbsp; their worship of   me is made up only of rules taught by men. ( NIV )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MATTHEW 15: 8 - 9 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘These people draw near to Me with their mouth,&lt;br /&gt;And honor Me with their lips,&lt;br /&gt;But their heart is far from Me.&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;strong&gt;in vain&lt;/strong&gt; they worship Me,&lt;br /&gt;Teaching as doctrines the commandments of men.’ ”&lt;br /&gt;( NKJV )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The NKJV says in Matthew 15 verse 9, that IN &lt;span class=" fbUnderline"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VAIN &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;they worship Me.&lt;br /&gt;Scripture is CLEAR that it is &lt;em&gt;POSSIBLE&lt;/em&gt; to worship God in VAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look around you today, can this text apply to what you see? Or maybe in your own life?&lt;br /&gt;" These people draw near to me with their MOUTHS, and honor Me with their LIPS... BUT their &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HEARTS ARE FAR AWAY FROM ME&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"&amp;nbsp; Only then does it say &lt;span class=" fbUnderline"&gt;" IN &lt;em&gt;VAIN&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;they worship me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the problem here is that God doesn't define worship as a &lt;strong&gt;LIP SERVICE&lt;/strong&gt; or a &lt;strong&gt;HAND RAISING activity.&lt;/strong&gt; That is WHY you &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CANNOT FEEL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; the presence of GOD &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HONESTLY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; when you " WORSHIP " in church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=" fbUnderline"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SOLUTION? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHECK your heart! IS it right before God? Is your heart NEAR GOD EVERYDAY, or is it FAR AWAY? Here is the truth:&lt;br /&gt;WORSHIP IS A&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span class=" fbUnderline"&gt;LIFESTYLE&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt; and NOT a mere SESSION alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What IS worship? I always like to use this MICHAEL JACKSON analogy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know those crazy fans of MJ, they &lt;em&gt;REALLY REALLY&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;LOVE &lt;/strong&gt;Michael Jackson, they are so into him till they literally WORSHIP him everyday! They can't stop &lt;strong&gt;THINKING&lt;/strong&gt; about MJ, they cant stop &lt;strong&gt;TALKING &lt;/strong&gt;about MJ, they cant stop trying to &lt;strong&gt;IMITATE&lt;/strong&gt; MJ, they can't stop&lt;strong&gt; READING&lt;/strong&gt; about MJ, They can't stop getting &lt;strong&gt;EXCITED &lt;/strong&gt;about MJ, they can't stop &lt;strong&gt;DREAMING &lt;/strong&gt;about MJ, they can'st stop cant stop cant stop &lt;strong&gt;loving &lt;/strong&gt;MJ!!! Cant wait to &lt;strong&gt;MEET&lt;/strong&gt; MJ and personally talk to him! He makes their world go round!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT my friend, is &lt;strong&gt;worship.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now can you say the same thing about GOD I wonder?&lt;br /&gt;Do you &lt;em&gt;REALLY REALLY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; LOVE&lt;/strong&gt; GOD, that you are so into HIM that you LITERALLY WORSHIP HIM everyday? ARE you in a situation where you: CANT STOP &lt;strong&gt;THINKING &lt;/strong&gt;about JESUS? CANT STOP &lt;strong&gt;TALKING&lt;/strong&gt; about JESUS? CANT STOP trying to&lt;strong&gt; IMITATE&lt;/strong&gt; JESUS? CANT STOP &lt;strong&gt;READING&lt;/strong&gt; about Jesus? Cant stop getting &lt;strong&gt;EXCITED&lt;/strong&gt; about Jesus? Cant stop &lt;strong&gt;DREAMING&lt;/strong&gt; about Jesus? Cant stop &lt;strong&gt;LOVING Jesus?&lt;/strong&gt; Cant WAIT to MEET Jesus and personally talk to Him? Does God make YOUR world go round?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;THAT is the &lt;strong&gt;QUESTION &lt;/strong&gt;that you must &lt;strong&gt;ANSWER&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF  you can answer yes, to this analogy about Jesus in your life, then you  WILL experience God's presence when you " worship " him, because your  HEART IS SO IN LOVE WITH HIM, AND SOOOO CLOSE TO HIM, He is your  TREASURE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MATTHEW 6 : 19 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;onwards says:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Lay up for yourselves treasure in heaven, for where your treasure is, there your heart will be also"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUYS. WHERE YOUR TREASURE IS, &lt;span class=" fbUnderline"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;THERE YOUR HEART WILL BE ALSO&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So is your treasure right now things in this world, or the things of God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Colossians 3:2 &lt;/strong&gt;says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" set your mind on things above, and not on things in this world"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ISAIAH 55: 9 &lt;/strong&gt;says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are MY ways higher than YOUR ways"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IS  GOD your TREASURE? Or do you worship other IDOLS in your life? IF you  do, that is probably WHY you CANT FEEL Love for God, or God's LOVE for  you. Because this relationship with God is INTIMATE, its not meant to be  SHARED with other idols in your life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you like a 100 girls knowing all the secrets of your boyfriend??? That just doesn't WORK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE SECOND POINT WAS: THE SPIRIT VS THE SOUL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Galations 5: 17 ( NIV ) says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For  the sinful nature desires what is contrary to the Spirit, and the   Spirit what is contrary to the sinful nature. They are in conflict with   each other, so that you do not do what you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There  are MANY MANY verses that talks about these two, there is no space to  bring them up. But I can summarize what it all says.&lt;br /&gt;BASICALLY,  the SPIRIT is the REAL YOU THAT IS PURE and DESIRES the things of GOD.  THE SPIRIT CANNOT LIE. The SOUL however, lusts after all things and  desires to fulfill it's void.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The SPIRIT wants to TRULY  WORSHIP God, but the soul doesn't care about TRUE WORSHIP, it doesn't  even like "Holy Music", it just likes NICE CATCHY MUSIC that gives it a  good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JOHN 4: 24 says&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is spirit, and his worshipers must worship in spirit and in truth."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOD IS A SPIRIT!!!!&amp;nbsp; ALL those that worship Him, &lt;span class=" fbUnderline"&gt;MUST worship Him in SPIRIT and in TRUTH!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOT sing songs with SOUL, and with deceit! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Bible tells us, be not deceived God is not mocked. For whatever a man sows, that he will also reap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you sow to the FLESH, you will reap corruption and death. But if you sow to the SPIRIT, you will reap EVERLASTING LIFE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GALATIONS 6 : 8&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So  there, I hope that helps us understand what TRUE worship is like! I  know it is pretty deep, but the things of God are ALWAYS deep. That is  why it provides us with a SOLID foundation, and CONFIDENCE to speak and  share with AUTHORITY. Hope whoever reads this, that God will grant  understanding and a&amp;nbsp; CHANGE of heart towards God and experience TRUE JOY  in worshiping our TRULY AWESOME MIGHTY SAVIOR that we cant stop  thinking about! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Remember again, the conclusion is this:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" WORSHIP IS A LIFESTYLE, not a session" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Victor Peh. &lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178989680301279389-7877791005347082996?l=therebee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/feeds/7877791005347082996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/2010/12/why-cant-i-feel-god-during-worship.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5178989680301279389/posts/default/7877791005347082996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5178989680301279389/posts/default/7877791005347082996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/2010/12/why-cant-i-feel-god-during-worship.html' title='Why can&apos;t I feel God during worship?'/><author><name>therebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17224151382928550160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/S4eC0mzF6vI/AAAAAAAACQo/ZKl4r_oKO3Q/S220/therebeeee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TRgratT85HI/AAAAAAAAC10/5vP4wzJ6bAM/s72-c/worship.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178989680301279389.post-237782577497010078</id><published>2010-12-24T14:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T15:00:03.016+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas Eve.'/><title type='text'>It's Christmas Eve!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ldx5pyqYHf1qasn40o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ldx5pyqYHf1qasn40o1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whatcha doingg?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm baking home made ginger bread man. :) Making cards &amp;amp; wrapping presents. Will post more pictures soon. Are you excited for Christmas? I'm sooooooooo excited!! It's the day Jesus was born. There's so much more to Christmas than Santa Claus and presents. Don't cha think so? Christmas is all about Jesus! &amp;amp; sharing God's love to those who have yet to know Him as their Savior. :) Amen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyways, may you have a merry berry blessed Christmas, everyone! God bless you and your family. Never stop sharing God's love to the people around you, because God loves them too. Have a joyous and memorable week ahead of you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy blessed birthday Jesus! I love youuu! &amp;amp; I'm nothing without you. Thank you for everything especially dying on the cross for me. Thank you! Thank you! I don't know what I did to deserve your love, all I can say is thank you! &amp;amp; I will give my best in everything I do.Oh yes, I will. HEHE. That's all for now y'all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves,&lt;br /&gt;Debs.&lt;/div&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178989680301279389-237782577497010078?l=therebee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/feeds/237782577497010078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-christmas-eve.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5178989680301279389/posts/default/237782577497010078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5178989680301279389/posts/default/237782577497010078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-christmas-eve.html' title='It&apos;s Christmas Eve!'/><author><name>therebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17224151382928550160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/S4eC0mzF6vI/AAAAAAAACQo/ZKl4r_oKO3Q/S220/therebeeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178989680301279389.post-6901341300048641759</id><published>2010-12-21T19:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T19:35:26.406+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beautiful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inside Out'/><title type='text'>Beautiful, Inside Out.</title><content type='html'>&lt;m:smallfrac m:val="off"&gt;    &lt;m:dispdef&gt;    &lt;m:lmargin m:val="0"&gt;    &lt;m:rmargin m:val="0"&gt;    &lt;m:defjc m:val="centerGroup"&gt;    &lt;m:wrapindent m:val="1440"&gt;    &lt;m:intlim m:val="subSup"&gt;    &lt;m:narylim m:val="undOvr"&gt;   &lt;/m:narylim&gt;&lt;/m:intlim&gt; &lt;/m:wrapindent&gt;  &lt;/m:defjc&gt;&lt;/m:rmargin&gt;&lt;/m:lmargin&gt;&lt;/m:dispdef&gt;&lt;/m:smallfrac&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TRCQbKv8y1I/AAAAAAAAC1s/_2hULDUvmtM/s1600/boy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TRCQbKv8y1I/AAAAAAAAC1s/_2hULDUvmtM/s320/boy.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Microsoft PhagsPa&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;I once read this article in an Australian devotional, which says a lot about real beauty:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Microsoft PhagsPa&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;A beauty product company once asked people in a large country to sent pictures, along with brief letters, describing the most beautiful woman they knew. Within weeks, thousands of letters came in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Microsoft PhagsPa&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;One letter caught the attention of the employees and was soon passed on to the company president. It was written by a boy from a broken home, who lived in a rundown neighborhood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Microsoft PhagsPa&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;With lots of spelling corrections, an excerpt from his letter read: “A beautiful woman lives down the street from me. I visited her every day. She makes me feel like the most important kid in the world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Microsoft PhagsPa&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;We play checkers and she listens to my problems. She understands me. When I leave she always yells out the door that she’s proud of me.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Microsoft PhagsPa&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;The boy ended his letter saying, “This picture shows you that she is beautiful woman in the world, and one day I hope I have a wife as pretty as her.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Microsoft PhagsPa&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Intrigued by the letter, the president asked to see the woman’s picture. His secretary handed him the photography of a smiling, toothless woman, well advance in years, sitting in a wheelchair. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Microsoft PhagsPa&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Sparse gray hair was pulled back in a bun. The wrinkles that formed deep furrows on her face were somehow diminished by the twinkle in her eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Microsoft PhagsPa&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;“We can’t use this woman,” exclaimed this president, smiling. “She would show the world that our products aren’t necessary to be beautiful. &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/5178989680301279389-6901341300048641759?l=therebee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/feeds/6901341300048641759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/2010/12/beautiful-inside-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5178989680301279389/posts/default/6901341300048641759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5178989680301279389/posts/default/6901341300048641759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/2010/12/beautiful-inside-out.html' title='Beautiful, Inside Out.'/><author><name>therebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17224151382928550160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/S4eC0mzF6vI/AAAAAAAACQo/ZKl4r_oKO3Q/S220/therebeeee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TRCQbKv8y1I/AAAAAAAAC1s/_2hULDUvmtM/s72-c/boy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178989680301279389.post-4867067369745848868</id><published>2010-12-21T19:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T19:35:03.049+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='He crazy about you'/><title type='text'>If, God had a refrigerator.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TRCK9iwBQnI/AAAAAAAAC1g/pIDPFRW1TeY/s1600/refrigarator.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="220" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TRCK9iwBQnI/AAAAAAAAC1g/pIDPFRW1TeY/s320/refrigarator.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;m:smallfrac m:val="off"&gt;    &lt;m:dispdef&gt;    &lt;m:lmargin m:val="0"&gt;    &lt;m:rmargin m:val="0"&gt;    &lt;m:defjc m:val="centerGroup"&gt;    &lt;m:wrapindent m:val="1440"&gt;    &lt;m:intlim m:val="subSup"&gt;    &lt;m:narylim m:val="undOvr"&gt;   &lt;/m:narylim&gt;&lt;/m:intlim&gt; &lt;/m:wrapindent&gt;      &lt;/m:defjc&gt;&lt;/m:rmargin&gt;&lt;/m:lmargin&gt;&lt;/m:dispdef&gt;&lt;/m:smallfrac&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Gabriola; font-size: 22pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Microsoft PhagsPa&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: small; line-height: 115%;"&gt;If God had a refrigerator, your picture would be on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Microsoft PhagsPa&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: small; line-height: 115%;"&gt;If He had a wallet, your photo would be in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Microsoft PhagsPa&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: small; line-height: 115%;"&gt;He sends you flowers every spring and a sunrise every morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Microsoft PhagsPa&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: small; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Whenever you want to talk, He’ll listen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Microsoft PhagsPa&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: small; line-height: 115%;"&gt;He can live anywhere in the universe, and He chose your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Microsoft PhagsPa&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: small; line-height: 115%;"&gt;What about the Christmas gift He sent you in Bethlehem, not to mention that Friday at Calvary?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Microsoft PhagsPa&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: small; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Face it, friends. He’s crazy about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Author Unknown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178989680301279389-4867067369745848868?l=therebee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/feeds/4867067369745848868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/2010/12/if-god-had-refrigerator.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5178989680301279389/posts/default/4867067369745848868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5178989680301279389/posts/default/4867067369745848868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/2010/12/if-god-had-refrigerator.html' title='If, God had a refrigerator.'/><author><name>therebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17224151382928550160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/S4eC0mzF6vI/AAAAAAAACQo/ZKl4r_oKO3Q/S220/therebeeee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TRCK9iwBQnI/AAAAAAAAC1g/pIDPFRW1TeY/s72-c/refrigarator.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178989680301279389.post-3096190596064416701</id><published>2010-10-19T13:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T13:23:10.114+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A gift from God.'/><title type='text'>A gift from God</title><content type='html'>&lt;m:smallfrac m:val="off"&gt;    &lt;m:dispdef&gt;    &lt;m:lmargin m:val="0"&gt;    &lt;m:rmargin m:val="0"&gt;    &lt;m:defjc m:val="centerGroup"&gt;    &lt;m:wrapindent m:val="1440"&gt;    &lt;m:intlim m:val="subSup"&gt;    &lt;m:narylim m:val="undOvr"&gt;   &lt;/m:narylim&gt;&lt;/m:intlim&gt; &lt;/m:wrapindent&gt;  &lt;/m:defjc&gt;&lt;/m:rmargin&gt;&lt;/m:lmargin&gt;&lt;/m:dispdef&gt;&lt;/m:smallfrac&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TL0qG7Alf8I/AAAAAAAAC0Y/PxrtCnkWO94/s1600/F%28x%29+8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TL0qG7Alf8I/AAAAAAAAC0Y/PxrtCnkWO94/s320/F%28x%29+8.jpg" width="275" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Friendship is a gift, an amazing gift,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;we never want to take for granted.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Microsoft PhagsPa&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;As a young woman, are you finding out that life really is all about our relationships? People are everywhere. They’re in your family, at school, at church, at work, at the mall, at restaurants, and in your neighborhood. When our heavenly Father made us, He intended for us to relate to others. First, we are to love God with all our hearts, soul, mind, and strength. Second, we are to love our family, friends, and neighbors as we love ourselves. When, we spend time with the Lord (in His Word, worshiping Him, praying and being taught in a good church), we understand more and more how much He loves us. Having that relationship with God the Father through our Lord Jesus Christ is going to absolutely benefit every other relationship in our lives.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Microsoft PhagsPa&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;When we realize how much God loves us, we can love ourselves and be kind of friend He wants us to be. I need to explain something. We are called to love everyone. We can’t do that without the LOVE of God in our hearts. I don’t want to look down on others. I don’t want to be a self-righteous hypocrite. Do you? I didn’t think so! Be the girl who rescues others. Be a lifeline, help the mean girls and don’t ever give up on anyone. The first step is to pray for people. When we find ourselves being critical of people, we need to stop and think,&lt;i&gt; I wonder if that person has ever had anyone pray for them&lt;/i&gt;. Let’s do it. Our heart will be changed, and so will theirs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178989680301279389-3096190596064416701?l=therebee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/feeds/3096190596064416701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/2010/10/gift-from-god.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5178989680301279389/posts/default/3096190596064416701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5178989680301279389/posts/default/3096190596064416701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/2010/10/gift-from-god.html' title='A gift from God'/><author><name>therebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17224151382928550160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/S4eC0mzF6vI/AAAAAAAACQo/ZKl4r_oKO3Q/S220/therebeeee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TL0qG7Alf8I/AAAAAAAAC0Y/PxrtCnkWO94/s72-c/F%28x%29+8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178989680301279389.post-4589212108724083857</id><published>2010-09-25T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T23:00:10.576+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiencing God. [Day by day]'/><title type='text'>Woe Is Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TJ4KrjXCDwI/AAAAAAAACzw/Yr_ppcO8shE/s1600/Fashion+30.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TJ4KrjXCDwI/AAAAAAAACzw/Yr_ppcO8shE/s320/Fashion+30.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I said: " Woe is me, for I am undone! Because I am a man of unclean lips, And I dwell in the midst of a people of unclean lips; For my eyes have seen the King,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Lord of hosts."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ISAIAH 6 : 5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;An exalted view of God brings a clear view of sin and realistic view of self.. A diminished view of God brings a reduced concern for sin and an inflated view of self. Isaiah may have been satisfied with his personal holiness until he saw the Lord in His unspeakable glory. Isaiah's&amp;nbsp; encounter with holy God made him immediately and keenly aware of his own unholiness and sinfulness of those around him. &lt;i&gt;It is impossible to worship God and remain unchanged. The best indication that have truly worshiped is a changed heart. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Have we so conformed ourselves to a sinful world that we are satisfied with unholy living? Have we sunk so far below God's standard that when someone does live as God intended, we consider that person "super spiritual"? If we only compare our personal holiness to those around us, we may be deceived into believing that we are living a consecrated life. Yet when we encounter holy God, our only response can be "Woe to me"!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You will not see those around you trusting Jesus until they recognize a clear difference between you and the rest of the world. God wants to sanctify you as He is holy. When God deals with you, there will be a radical degree of purity about your life that is absolutely different from what the world can produce. The world, including those closest you, will be convinced you serve a holy God by your consecrated life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178989680301279389-4589212108724083857?l=therebee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/feeds/4589212108724083857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/2010/09/woe-is-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5178989680301279389/posts/default/4589212108724083857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5178989680301279389/posts/default/4589212108724083857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/2010/09/woe-is-me.html' title='Woe Is Me!'/><author><name>therebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17224151382928550160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/S4eC0mzF6vI/AAAAAAAACQo/ZKl4r_oKO3Q/S220/therebeeee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TJ4KrjXCDwI/AAAAAAAACzw/Yr_ppcO8shE/s72-c/Fashion+30.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178989680301279389.post-9594392787021314</id><published>2010-09-02T18:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T19:30:13.200+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaysia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy belated birthday'/><title type='text'>Happy belated birthday, Malaysia!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TH-CIejBJsI/AAAAAAAACzg/192vnz_Oe2U/s1600/Malaysiaaa.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512267551075280578" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TH-CIejBJsI/AAAAAAAACzg/192vnz_Oe2U/s320/Malaysiaaa.jpg" style="display: block; height: 210px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love you, Malaysia!!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to say, I am proud to be a Malaysian! &amp;lt;3 Malaysia is not perfect but I'm grateful that God place me in this country. I believe that God place me in this country for a reason. I really want to make a difference in this country though it is not easy, but I will try to be till the end. I may give up at times but I believe that God will help me. AMEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes or most of the time, I make so much noise about how Malaysia is not good. But I learn that as I focus on the bad side of my country, ill never have time to focus on the good side of it. As, I learn how to be grateful. I realize that my country is so beautiful. I love my national flower. I love the fruits that only Malaysia have. I love the food, that's for sure.&amp;nbsp; :) I love Malaysian. I love the different cultures.I thank God for the LRT! There are so many things to be grateful for!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please forgive me for being so ungrateful and judgmental towards my own country. I love Malaysia and I wanna thank, you for placing me in this country. I love my church and my friends too. Thank you for giving me such a wonderful family that loves You. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy birthday Malaysia!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178989680301279389-9594392787021314?l=therebee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/feeds/9594392787021314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/2010/08/happy-merdeka.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5178989680301279389/posts/default/9594392787021314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5178989680301279389/posts/default/9594392787021314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/2010/08/happy-merdeka.html' title='Happy belated birthday, Malaysia!!'/><author><name>therebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17224151382928550160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/S4eC0mzF6vI/AAAAAAAACQo/ZKl4r_oKO3Q/S220/therebeeee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TH-CIejBJsI/AAAAAAAACzg/192vnz_Oe2U/s72-c/Malaysiaaa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178989680301279389.post-3087590630383800800</id><published>2010-08-31T13:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T14:39:11.016+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Angelyn&apos;s suprise party.'/><title type='text'>Angelyn's suprise party.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/THyV7HEGpCI/AAAAAAAACyQ/Z_wzBHPL65k/s1600/DSC07523_picnik.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/THyV7HEGpCI/AAAAAAAACyQ/Z_wzBHPL65k/s320/DSC07523_picnik.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The birthday girl.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/THyUxbf5qHI/AAAAAAAACxI/wgAIYwW5XrQ/s1600/DSC07514.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/THyUxbf5qHI/AAAAAAAACxI/wgAIYwW5XrQ/s320/DSC07514.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/THyU4MbeJHI/AAAAAAAACxQ/rMaApmwBWUo/s1600/DSC07515_picnik.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/THyU4MbeJHI/AAAAAAAACxQ/rMaApmwBWUo/s320/DSC07515_picnik.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/THyVCtMig_I/AAAAAAAACxY/eFEidT8CmI4/s1600/DSC07516_picnik.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/THyVCtMig_I/AAAAAAAACxY/eFEidT8CmI4/s320/DSC07516_picnik.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/THyVn4g1wlI/AAAAAAAACx4/HWCvuFKmSGY/s1600/DSC07520_picnik.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/THyVn4g1wlI/AAAAAAAACx4/HWCvuFKmSGY/s320/DSC07520_picnik.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/THyVNWuCwuI/AAAAAAAACxg/Sc3Wc9q0nC4/s1600/DSC07517.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/THyVNWuCwuI/AAAAAAAACxg/Sc3Wc9q0nC4/s320/DSC07517.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/THyVZE_Rm8I/AAAAAAAACxo/k6jWYQ3i0s4/s1600/DSC07518.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/THyVZE_Rm8I/AAAAAAAACxo/k6jWYQ3i0s4/s320/DSC07518.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/THyVgqfg0kI/AAAAAAAACxw/uqxm8L7muF8/s1600/DSC07519_picnik.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/THyVgqfg0kI/AAAAAAAACxw/uqxm8L7muF8/s320/DSC07519_picnik.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/THyVvjjoiEI/AAAAAAAACyA/2EqGjQxUW3w/s1600/DSC07521_picnik.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/THyVvjjoiEI/AAAAAAAACyA/2EqGjQxUW3w/s320/DSC07521_picnik.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/THyV1dll_nI/AAAAAAAACyI/u2D070BuNjI/s1600/DSC07522_picnik.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/THyV1dll_nI/AAAAAAAACyI/u2D070BuNjI/s320/DSC07522_picnik.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/THyWA19vwMI/AAAAAAAACyY/L0khO5FQ16A/s1600/DSC07524_picnik.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/THyWA19vwMI/AAAAAAAACyY/L0khO5FQ16A/s320/DSC07524_picnik.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/THyWDBvzwxI/AAAAAAAACyg/ZK3Cfh85_no/s1600/DSC07525.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/THyWDBvzwxI/AAAAAAAACyg/ZK3Cfh85_no/s320/DSC07525.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Happy birthday, Angelynnn.&amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Her surprise party was two weeks ago. It was at the pool side. :)&amp;nbsp; It was a barbecue surprise party! HEHE. Dawn and Maelodee was fasting on meat like a all meat fast for 40 Days. So they, ate vegetables. Maelodee wanted to eat the pizza but she could not, so she peeled the crush and gave away the meaty part to Esther. She is so funny. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angelyn is a very nice girl. Someone who loves God very much. &amp;amp; someone that never fails to cheer you up. :) She has been a wonderful friend and blessing to me. I really enjoy being around her. She makes me smile and laugh when I'm around her. I got to know her better through Bright Lights. A friend that is so cheerful and a pro at piano. I thank God for her. I love her and I thank God for meeting such a wonderful friend like her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178989680301279389-3087590630383800800?l=therebee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/feeds/3087590630383800800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/2010/08/angelyns-suprise-party.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5178989680301279389/posts/default/3087590630383800800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5178989680301279389/posts/default/3087590630383800800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/2010/08/angelyns-suprise-party.html' title='Angelyn&apos;s suprise party.'/><author><name>therebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17224151382928550160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/S4eC0mzF6vI/AAAAAAAACQo/ZKl4r_oKO3Q/S220/therebeeee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/THyV7HEGpCI/AAAAAAAACyQ/Z_wzBHPL65k/s72-c/DSC07523_picnik.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178989680301279389.post-8637459411420830750</id><published>2010-08-20T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T00:08:45.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="five"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l7eoo3lhwX1qa9y9o.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;God understands our prayers even when we can’t find the words to say them. ~Author Unknown&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dear God,&lt;/div&gt;Thank you so much for being my friend and Father to me. I have failed  and sin against you, so many times &amp;amp; yet you still love me. I don’t  know what ill do without you! You have taught me so many thing this  month. Especially this fasting month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh, I really need patience towards my younger brother. He is just  soooooooo annoying. But at the same time, I love him so much cause he is  my character and attitude trainer. HEHE. And I believe that God is  using him to train me to be a better person. To respond instead of  reacting. I’m telling you it’s not easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he annoys me to the max, I feel  like screaming you id**t here and there stop annoying me. But that’s not  the right way to respond. And for this 40 Days, I’m not suppose to  criticize or say bad words to others. I did it, already. Please forgive  me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debbie is under training. Oh yeah! I will do better tomorrow. If  anyone annoys me tomorrow, ill scream “I love youuuuu!” God bless you,  my annoying trainer. HEHEHE. I hope it works. :D Gonna continue doing my  assignments. Bye.&lt;/div&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178989680301279389-8637459411420830750?l=therebee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/feeds/8637459411420830750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/2010/08/god-understands-our-prayers-even-when.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5178989680301279389/posts/default/8637459411420830750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5178989680301279389/posts/default/8637459411420830750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/2010/08/god-understands-our-prayers-even-when.html' title=''/><author><name>therebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17224151382928550160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/S4eC0mzF6vI/AAAAAAAACQo/ZKl4r_oKO3Q/S220/therebeeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178989680301279389.post-6183923973818764491</id><published>2010-08-17T19:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T19:17:44.086+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Youth Power [NECF]'/><title type='text'>Youth Power.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TGpTnE5SczI/AAAAAAAACwk/8E06gx1NjiQ/s1600/Basic+House.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TGpTnE5SczI/AAAAAAAACwk/8E06gx1NjiQ/s320/Basic+House.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love her outfit. HEHE. &amp;lt;3&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Hi. I would like to share with you, what I read this morning in the Uniting Generation [NECF]&amp;nbsp; book. There's such an urgency to pray for this generation and this nation. I believe that God is working even as we pray! AMEN! Never give up, my friend. :) Even when the going is tough, God is there with you. You're not alone, okay. Every time you feel like giving up, pray and think about how many people who have yet to know Christ. Lets not be self centered, instead lets fast and pray to bless others. And I believe even as we pray God is healing and reveling Himself to them. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never before have we experienced a wave of young people rising up in prayer, reaching out in compassion for the welfare of the nation. This is just the tip of the iceberg; we have yet to see the fullness of that which is to come. As we enter this critical hour, may His Spirit accelerate the stirring of His call to these young generations to live out their destiny in pursuit of a lifestyle of holiness that is grounded in His Word and to give Him wholehearted devotion until they come forth into His fullness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the church, we need to equip, empower and commission this generation to have, alongside their parents, a passion for Jesus and pursue a supernatural empowering of the Holy Spirit to fulfill His purpose. Let us not stand in the way to hinder then but release them to the Lord!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Reflection: Ephesians 3: 16-20. &lt;/b&gt;How deep is your root in Christ? Do you have difficulty in communicating with youths/young adults? Use this verses to pray for the youths and for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prayer Points:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;An outpouring of His love and power to come upon this generation that they will set themselves apart for Him and excel in His excellence. An increased hunger for the knowledge of God through His Word. Many secondary students will take up Bible Knowledge in schools.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;nbsp; Neutralize all assignments of the enemy and the prevailing trends that seek to corrupt aand enslave this generation. Smoking, drug addiction, pornography, homosexuality, materialism, cyber games, gangsterism... etc.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Godly role model who will lead, guide and mentor them. Uphold youth pastors and workers who work among them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Powerful student movement among Christian youths. Raising up a band of witnesses to champion Christ in schools, colleges, vocational schools and universities. Establishing strong Christian fellowship and prayer cells. &amp;nbsp; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178989680301279389-6183923973818764491?l=therebee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/feeds/6183923973818764491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/2010/08/youth-power.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5178989680301279389/posts/default/6183923973818764491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5178989680301279389/posts/default/6183923973818764491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/2010/08/youth-power.html' title='Youth Power.'/><author><name>therebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17224151382928550160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/S4eC0mzF6vI/AAAAAAAACQo/ZKl4r_oKO3Q/S220/therebeeee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TGpTnE5SczI/AAAAAAAACwk/8E06gx1NjiQ/s72-c/Basic+House.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178989680301279389.post-682692645059635008</id><published>2010-08-16T22:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T22:11:18.779+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My mom&apos;s birthday.'/><title type='text'>My mom's birthday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TGkk1J-FchI/AAAAAAAACtM/AEr-JiLxlKA/s1600/DSC07419.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TGkk1J-FchI/AAAAAAAACtM/AEr-JiLxlKA/s320/DSC07419.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My mom's birthday. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TGk8fV2Z7_I/AAAAAAAACuc/COCYE4PafXs/s1600/DSC07421.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TGk8fV2Z7_I/AAAAAAAACuc/COCYE4PafXs/s320/DSC07421.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY,&amp;nbsp; MOM!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi. My mom's birthday was last month. I had no time to update about it last month. But since, I have time now. Here, it's!! We had Korean barbecue buffet.  Ahhh, I'm hungry. :p And it had tons of prawns, my favorite. HEHE. And  eww, they had tons of frog too. Poor frogs. Anyways Sutina and a few  other friends were invited to my mom's birthday party. It was really fun  having Sutina around. She stayed over after the party. My family loves  having her around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a wonderful, loving, caring, funny, &amp;amp; patience mom. Words can not describe how much she means to me. Without her and my dad, I won't be here today. Thank you for loving me even when I make mistakes and thank you for correcting me. You have taught me so much all these years and please continue to teach me. You love counseling. You're using your passion and talent, God gave you to bless others. I love you so much and never stop blessing others with your ears and advice. HEHE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178989680301279389-682692645059635008?l=therebee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/feeds/682692645059635008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-moms-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5178989680301279389/posts/default/682692645059635008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5178989680301279389/posts/default/682692645059635008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-moms-birthday.html' title='My mom&apos;s birthday.'/><author><name>therebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17224151382928550160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/S4eC0mzF6vI/AAAAAAAACQo/ZKl4r_oKO3Q/S220/therebeeee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TGkk1J-FchI/AAAAAAAACtM/AEr-JiLxlKA/s72-c/DSC07419.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178989680301279389.post-1905332545626441142</id><published>2010-08-12T17:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T17:11:30.675+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Be a blessing to others with your gifts and talents.'/><title type='text'>Be a blessing to others with your gifts and talents.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TGO4Z7afJqI/AAAAAAAACsM/nTZHHEAMNyc/s1600/DSC07489.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TGO4Z7afJqI/AAAAAAAACsM/nTZHHEAMNyc/s320/DSC07489.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TGO4dvZhsiI/AAAAAAAACsU/EA0Ykc9qzGk/s1600/DSC07488.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TGO4dvZhsiI/AAAAAAAACsU/EA0Ykc9qzGk/s320/DSC07488.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TGO4hhJWzTI/AAAAAAAACsc/HqFpDUjS--M/s1600/DSC07487.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TGO4hhJWzTI/AAAAAAAACsc/HqFpDUjS--M/s320/DSC07487.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TGO4lQ7ck-I/AAAAAAAACsk/XKTLgjH7p5w/s1600/DSC07486.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TGO4lQ7ck-I/AAAAAAAACsk/XKTLgjH7p5w/s320/DSC07486.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TGO4o-XyuPI/AAAAAAAACss/B3E4zXOQW6Q/s1600/DSC07485.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TGO4o-XyuPI/AAAAAAAACss/B3E4zXOQW6Q/s320/DSC07485.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TGO4r839LSI/AAAAAAAACs0/OEgvDWdaOc4/s1600/DSC07484.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TGO4r839LSI/AAAAAAAACs0/OEgvDWdaOc4/s320/DSC07484.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TGO40bp2x1I/AAAAAAAACtE/6AywMKq5VcM/s1600/DSC07482.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TGO40bp2x1I/AAAAAAAACtE/6AywMKq5VcM/s320/DSC07482.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TGO4ww8eKiI/AAAAAAAACs8/1MvD0TfsvFc/s1600/DSC07483.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TGO4ww8eKiI/AAAAAAAACs8/1MvD0TfsvFc/s320/DSC07483.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;These are the cards, I made on Sunday and&amp;nbsp; Monday. I love scarpbooking and card making. Hope to do more in the future and bless others. :) God has given me this gift of card making and scapbooking. I should share it with others instead of being self centered and keeping the cards to myself. Gifts and talents are God's gift to you. What you do with it, is your gift to God. Amen! Have a great day ahead. God bless you'll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178989680301279389-1905332545626441142?l=therebee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/feeds/1905332545626441142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/2010/08/be-blessing-to-others.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5178989680301279389/posts/default/1905332545626441142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5178989680301279389/posts/default/1905332545626441142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/2010/08/be-blessing-to-others.html' title='Be a blessing to others with your gifts and talents.'/><author><name>therebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17224151382928550160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/S4eC0mzF6vI/AAAAAAAACQo/ZKl4r_oKO3Q/S220/therebeeee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TGO4Z7afJqI/AAAAAAAACsM/nTZHHEAMNyc/s72-c/DSC07489.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178989680301279389.post-8501287506813081596</id><published>2010-08-11T16:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T19:18:43.693+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leonard&apos;s birthday.'/><title type='text'>Leonard's birthday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TGJWGXFN1DI/AAAAAAAACqY/5O5uxlRwOZE/s1600/DSC07430_picnik.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TGJWGXFN1DI/AAAAAAAACqY/5O5uxlRwOZE/s320/DSC07430_picnik.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy birthday, Leonard!!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TGJZnipMaYI/AAAAAAAACr4/RcT1Nyz_p1A/s1600/DSC07455_picnik.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TGJZnipMaYI/AAAAAAAACr4/RcT1Nyz_p1A/s320/DSC07455_picnik.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TGJZSbnHbJI/AAAAAAAACrw/c1wm1X3l8Wg/s1600/DSC07453_picnik.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TGJZSbnHbJI/AAAAAAAACrw/c1wm1X3l8Wg/s320/DSC07453_picnik.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TGJY7grKiFI/AAAAAAAACro/fRUFUKYybmQ/s1600/DSC07452.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TGJY7grKiFI/AAAAAAAACro/fRUFUKYybmQ/s320/DSC07452.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TGJYlf9sjfI/AAAAAAAACrg/RGKnctJ0v1A/s1600/DSC07451_picnik.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TGJYlf9sjfI/AAAAAAAACrg/RGKnctJ0v1A/s320/DSC07451_picnik.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TGJX6TXQaPI/AAAAAAAACrQ/L6x0z-xKOkQ/s1600/DSC07444_picnik.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TGJX6TXQaPI/AAAAAAAACrQ/L6x0z-xKOkQ/s320/DSC07444_picnik.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TGJYPLqk5kI/AAAAAAAACrY/am9x_4jvWZQ/s1600/DSC07450_picnik.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TGJYPLqk5kI/AAAAAAAACrY/am9x_4jvWZQ/s320/DSC07450_picnik.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TGJXdY2-seI/AAAAAAAACrA/3ct1RnC9DAM/s1600/DSC07442_picnik.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TGJXdY2-seI/AAAAAAAACrA/3ct1RnC9DAM/s320/DSC07442_picnik.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TGJXQQ9kK8I/AAAAAAAACq4/_w2o_jQredU/s1600/DSC07440_picnik.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TGJXQQ9kK8I/AAAAAAAACq4/_w2o_jQredU/s320/DSC07440_picnik.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TGJXy4GImyI/AAAAAAAACrI/zvYTFhBezjc/s1600/DSC07443_picnik.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TGJXy4GImyI/AAAAAAAACrI/zvYTFhBezjc/s320/DSC07443_picnik.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TGJV9pkjWdI/AAAAAAAACqQ/PXIYaxS9ZB0/s1600/DSC07429.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TGJV9pkjWdI/AAAAAAAACqQ/PXIYaxS9ZB0/s320/DSC07429.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TGJWOo7eGeI/AAAAAAAACqg/EiTdSlS7q1Q/s1600/DSC07431_picnik.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TGJWOo7eGeI/AAAAAAAACqg/EiTdSlS7q1Q/s320/DSC07431_picnik.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TGJWmac85WI/AAAAAAAACqo/kmxiroCZ8Cc/s1600/DSC07432_picnik.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TGJWmac85WI/AAAAAAAACqo/kmxiroCZ8Cc/s320/DSC07432_picnik.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TGJW0WWLR8I/AAAAAAAACqw/xL-wDuviCWM/s1600/DSC07433_picnik.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TGJW0WWLR8I/AAAAAAAACqw/xL-wDuviCWM/s320/DSC07433_picnik.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy blessed birthday, Leonard!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;God bless you in all you do :) Continue to be a blessing to the people around you. It has been a great blessing knowing you. I remember the first day I met you at the cafeteria. I was making fun and criticizing you. LOL. So embarrassing. I hope you can forgive me. HEHE. I had lots of fun at your college unplugged session and at cell too. And thank you so much for driving me and my brother here and there and everywhere!! See you soon. &lt;/div&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178989680301279389-8501287506813081596?l=therebee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/feeds/8501287506813081596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/2010/08/leonards-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5178989680301279389/posts/default/8501287506813081596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5178989680301279389/posts/default/8501287506813081596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/2010/08/leonards-birthday.html' title='Leonard&apos;s birthday.'/><author><name>therebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17224151382928550160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/S4eC0mzF6vI/AAAAAAAACQo/ZKl4r_oKO3Q/S220/therebeeee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TGJWGXFN1DI/AAAAAAAACqY/5O5uxlRwOZE/s72-c/DSC07430_picnik.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178989680301279389.post-5550347346214371056</id><published>2010-08-10T21:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T22:06:35.651+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You want others to appreciate you by John C. Maxwell.'/><title type='text'>You want others to appreciate you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TGFaegAStzI/AAAAAAAACpw/REgD0aarO4c/s1600/Fashion+7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TGFaegAStzI/AAAAAAAACpw/REgD0aarO4c/s320/Fashion+7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503779699657193266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;William James said, "The deepest principle in human nature is the craving to be appreciated."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you heard the story about the young politician's first campaign speech? He was very eager to make an impression`on his audience, but when he arrived at the auditorium, he found only one man sitting there. He waited, hoping more people would show up, but none did. Finally he said to the one man in the audience, "Look, I'm just a young politician starting out. Do you think I ought to deliver this speech or dismiss the meeting?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man thought a moment and replied, "Sir, I'm just a cowhand. All I know is cows. Of course, I do know that if I took a load of hay down to the pasture and only one cow cam up, I'd feed it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Principle: We cannot underestimate the value of a single person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the advice from the cowhand, the politician began his speech and talked on and on for two hours as the cowhand sat expressionless. Finally he stopped and asked the cowhand if the speech was all right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man said "Sir, I am just a cowhand and all I know is cows. Of course, I do know that if I took a load of hay down to the pasture and only one cow came up, I surely wouldn't dump the whole load on him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Principle: Don't take advantage of people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178989680301279389-5550347346214371056?l=therebee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/feeds/5550347346214371056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/2010/08/you-want-others-to-appreciate-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5178989680301279389/posts/default/5550347346214371056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5178989680301279389/posts/default/5550347346214371056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/2010/08/you-want-others-to-appreciate-you.html' title='You want others to appreciate you.'/><author><name>therebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17224151382928550160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/S4eC0mzF6vI/AAAAAAAACQo/ZKl4r_oKO3Q/S220/therebeeee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TGFaegAStzI/AAAAAAAACpw/REgD0aarO4c/s72-c/Fashion+7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178989680301279389.post-8483026633885495883</id><published>2010-08-10T16:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T20:00:11.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fasting ain't easy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l6xguaoFpU1qa9y9o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Hi. The fasting month has started. Oh boy, fasting is not as easy as  you think. For this 40 days I am fasting on Facebook, Youtube, Korean  drama, Twitter, Msn, Meat &amp;amp; We Got Married. All I can do is blog. (:  This is not easy but I can do it with God’s help. Ekkk, I have tons of  assignments to complete. I need to hand it in by the 21st of this month.  Please keep me in prayer.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Dear God,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Please help me. I know I can do it. But I feel like giving up most of  the time. Ahh, this is so hard. Lord, I believe you are here with me  even when I am weak. I love this country and I won’t give up fasting for  my selfish ambition. In Jesus Name, I pray Amen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178989680301279389-8483026633885495883?l=therebee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/feeds/8483026633885495883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/2010/08/fasting-aint-easy.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5178989680301279389/posts/default/8483026633885495883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5178989680301279389/posts/default/8483026633885495883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/2010/08/fasting-aint-easy.html' title='Fasting ain&apos;t easy.'/><author><name>therebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17224151382928550160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/S4eC0mzF6vI/AAAAAAAACQo/ZKl4r_oKO3Q/S220/therebeeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178989680301279389.post-2302757997963200974</id><published>2010-07-19T20:40:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T21:53:02.965+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What Draws MeTo People - John. C. Maxwell.'/><title type='text'>What draws me to people</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TGFXy66ZO-I/AAAAAAAACpo/iIjafPj7LiU/s1600/Fashion+25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 191px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TGFXy66ZO-I/AAAAAAAACpo/iIjafPj7LiU/s320/Fashion+25.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503776751942712290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The basic of life is people and how they relate to each other. Our success, fulfillment, and happiness depends upon our ability to relate effectively. The best way to become a person that others are drawn to is to develop qualities that we are attracted to in others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as I was preparing for this chapter, I received an anonymous card from a member of my congregation . It was especially meaningful because it reflected the importance of warm, regarding relationships:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;"When special people touch our lives the suddenly we see how beautiful and wonderful  our world can really be. They show us that our special hopes and dreams can take us far by helping us look inward and believe in who we are. They bless us with their love and joy through everything they give. When special people touch our lives they teach us how to live. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Does that reflect the kind of person you are to others? It was humbling blessing for me to receive such a greeting card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John C. Maxwell.&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/5178989680301279389-2302757997963200974?l=therebee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/feeds/2302757997963200974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/2010/07/some-know-secret.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5178989680301279389/posts/default/2302757997963200974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5178989680301279389/posts/default/2302757997963200974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/2010/07/some-know-secret.html' title='What draws me to people'/><author><name>therebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17224151382928550160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/S4eC0mzF6vI/AAAAAAAACQo/ZKl4r_oKO3Q/S220/therebeeee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TGFXy66ZO-I/AAAAAAAACpo/iIjafPj7LiU/s72-c/Fashion+25.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178989680301279389.post-7482335111610826345</id><published>2010-07-13T18:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T21:19:29.864+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sand Painting - Nichkhun 2PM on Star King'/><title type='text'>Sand Painting - Nichkhun 2PM on Star King</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="background-image: url(&amp;quot;http://i2.ytimg.com/vi/Eawv5VN3X4M/hqdefault.jpg&amp;quot;);" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Eawv5VN3X4M&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Eawv5VN3X4M&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiiiiii. It has been a while since, this blog has been updated. :)&lt;br /&gt;And here's a little update! taddaa. I found this video on youtube. As some on you know, I love watching Korean dramas wait, actually anything to do with Koreans ill watch :p HEHE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sand painting done by this man, is so amazing. It's like telling a story through your painting. I mean who would have thought sand could do painting? Well, anything is possible is you're willing to try! That's what I learn today. Hope you enjoyed the video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178989680301279389-7482335111610826345?l=therebee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/feeds/7482335111610826345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/2010/07/sand-painting-nichkhun-2pm-on-sk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5178989680301279389/posts/default/7482335111610826345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5178989680301279389/posts/default/7482335111610826345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/2010/07/sand-painting-nichkhun-2pm-on-sk.html' title='Sand Painting - Nichkhun 2PM on Star King'/><author><name>therebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17224151382928550160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/S4eC0mzF6vI/AAAAAAAACQo/ZKl4r_oKO3Q/S220/therebeeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178989680301279389.post-4452245188130622947</id><published>2010-06-25T14:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T18:10:57.178+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos of nature.'/><title type='text'>Photos of nature.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TCRXE0VH5iI/AAAAAAAACcE/JajFmEvHJrE/s1600/DSC05520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TCRXE0VH5iI/AAAAAAAACcE/JajFmEvHJrE/s320/DSC05520.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486605986322441762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TCRXEPubEEI/AAAAAAAACb8/OK92l_vt57w/s1600/DSC05521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TCRXEPubEEI/AAAAAAAACb8/OK92l_vt57w/s320/DSC05521.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486605976496443458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TCRXDTJmNZI/AAAAAAAACb0/VWan7mBCVmU/s1600/DSC05522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TCRXDTJmNZI/AAAAAAAACb0/VWan7mBCVmU/s320/DSC05522.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486605960235857298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TCRXCmEjRTI/AAAAAAAACbs/_6nNnl0yUf8/s1600/DSC06628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TCRXCmEjRTI/AAAAAAAACbs/_6nNnl0yUf8/s320/DSC06628.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486605948135097650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TCRXBoT2CnI/AAAAAAAACbk/z7qypE_Cd3k/s1600/DSC06624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TCRXBoT2CnI/AAAAAAAACbk/z7qypE_Cd3k/s320/DSC06624.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486605931556244082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178989680301279389-4452245188130622947?l=therebee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/feeds/4452245188130622947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/2010/06/photos-of-nature.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5178989680301279389/posts/default/4452245188130622947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5178989680301279389/posts/default/4452245188130622947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/2010/06/photos-of-nature.html' title='Photos of nature.'/><author><name>therebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17224151382928550160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/S4eC0mzF6vI/AAAAAAAACQo/ZKl4r_oKO3Q/S220/therebeeee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TCRXE0VH5iI/AAAAAAAACcE/JajFmEvHJrE/s72-c/DSC05520.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178989680301279389.post-3745627713488684559</id><published>2010-06-17T14:46:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T16:34:29.700+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Confident Girl by Hayley DiMarco.'/><title type='text'>The Confident Girl.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TBnUUGsGuhI/AAAAAAAACac/t4qFW53AB_A/s1600/23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TBnUUGsGuhI/AAAAAAAACac/t4qFW53AB_A/s320/23.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483647463158364690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;" Therefore, he who rejects this instruction does not reject man but God, who gives you his Holy spirit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;1 Thessalonians 4:8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  always teach girls that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;confidence is  one of the most beautiful thing about girls,&lt;/span&gt; and evidence of that  is when Mean Girls hate you. If confidence wasn't so appealing, the  Mean Girl wouldn't be jealous, but it is and she is. Confidence comes  from a steady trust that God has you where you should be, when you  should be there, and that he has got everything under control (go back to Romans 8:28!). It shows in your demeanor because you are at peace. Confidence isn't a bad thing; it's simply a recognition that you are who God made you to be and that is enough - no, that's more than enough. It's a beautiful thing, so others envy you for having something they don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what can you do? Act insecure to please them? Cut yourself down? Complain about your big nose or wide behind? No, that would be dishonoring to the God who made your big nose and wide behind. (see 1 Corinthians 6:19-20). Never give up your confidence for anyone, even if it will gain you access to the inner circle. It isn't worth it. But there are some things you can do. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you are confidence, know that there will always be girls who hate you because you have what they desperately want.&lt;/span&gt; That never goes away, unfortunately. But you can try some things to help ease the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;1. Love' em. &lt;/span&gt;If you are so confident, then it shouldn't be hard for you to do this one thing :&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; love your enemy&lt;/span&gt;. Ugh! I know - how horrific but how holy. Read all about it in Exodus 23:4, Proverbs 24:17-18, Zechariah 7:10, Matthew, 5:44, Luke 6:27, Romans 12:14, and Romans 12:20. Use your confidence to help others. Invite the Mean Girl over for a swim. Get to know her one-on-one. Help her with her homework. Do what you can to honor your God. She might not ever respond to your kindness, but this isn't about the outcome; it's about you serving your God the way he's called you to serve. Don't expect big changes in her but in you. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You are the only&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;you can control&lt;/span&gt;. But risk this for your God -&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;risk loving someone who hates you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And remember, love isn't about how you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;feel&lt;/span&gt;. God never commanded you to feel good about your Mean Girls (enemies), only to love them. Love isn't a feeling; it is a choice. If it were a feeling, God couldn't have commanded you to do it, because feelings can't be ordered around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;2. React to her attach with love&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;or at least humor&lt;/span&gt;. You are confident, so you can keep your cool when she attacks. If she says something mean to you, don't get mad. Just smile and say something funny (about yourself, never her), or else say nothing at all. Remember, you lose when she makes you mad. So no matter what, don't get her mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, girls can hate other girls for all kinds of reasons. But regardless of why your particular mean Girl decided she didn't like you, your reaction to her is clear. If you love God and you want to be obedient to him, then you have only one option, and that is &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;. Love can mean all kinds of things, but it is always selfless. Whatever form your loves takes, remember that it's not about you and your image but about God and his hand in your life. Will you let the Mean Girl win and make you disobedient to God's call to love your enemy, or will you rise about her goading and prove yourself faithful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Hayley DiMarco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178989680301279389-3745627713488684559?l=therebee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/feeds/3745627713488684559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/2010/06/confident-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5178989680301279389/posts/default/3745627713488684559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5178989680301279389/posts/default/3745627713488684559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/2010/06/confident-girl.html' title='The Confident Girl.'/><author><name>therebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17224151382928550160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/S4eC0mzF6vI/AAAAAAAACQo/ZKl4r_oKO3Q/S220/therebeeee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TBnUUGsGuhI/AAAAAAAACac/t4qFW53AB_A/s72-c/23.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178989680301279389.post-5807620495411857664</id><published>2010-06-04T13:26:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T13:48:46.504+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vintageeeeee.'/><title type='text'>Vintageeeeee.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TAiOjO61QeI/AAAAAAAACXY/f6DbeC5fJ2E/s1600/1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TAiOjO61QeI/AAAAAAAACXY/f6DbeC5fJ2E/s320/1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478785682647630306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hi. Hi. Hi. Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, i have not been updating my blog recently. But ill try to update it as much as I can. My college just started two weeks ago. Yipeedidoo :D And I have seven assignments to do. I'm doing TESOL, if you don't know what it stands for. HMM, go google. HEHEHEHE. Anyway, the course is four months. Once the four months is over ill be a English teacher. I'm so excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, i didn't pass my Korean. =.=  I retook it for the second time and I still didn't pass. So ill be taking the Korean class again. Everything happens for a reason. Thank you so much for all your prayers! God bless you. Learning new languages ain't easy but it is definitely interesting! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Oh. Yesterday, my family and I went to see the canticle singers! They were really good. I like the second presentation better because there was more movement. The first presentation they sat down and sang for one hour. I was falling asleep. During the intermission, on the way to the toilet I went into the guys toilet :p HAHAHA. I ran out as fast as I could to the girls toilet. I didn't see anything, don't worry. I only saw guys before you knew it, i was like eww. Pfftt. Rannn. HAHA. Okay, that's all for today. Need to finish up my assignments. Bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178989680301279389-5807620495411857664?l=therebee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/feeds/5807620495411857664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/2010/06/vintageeeeee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5178989680301279389/posts/default/5807620495411857664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5178989680301279389/posts/default/5807620495411857664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/2010/06/vintageeeeee.html' title='Vintageeeeee.'/><author><name>therebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17224151382928550160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/S4eC0mzF6vI/AAAAAAAACQo/ZKl4r_oKO3Q/S220/therebeeee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TAiOjO61QeI/AAAAAAAACXY/f6DbeC5fJ2E/s72-c/1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178989680301279389.post-7228005521302245292</id><published>2010-06-04T12:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T13:01:39.735+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Can water be affected by our words.'/><title type='text'>Can water be affected by our words?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="post-header"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  Can water be affected by our words?&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Masaru Emoto, a Japanese  scientist, believes so.&lt;br /&gt;And he has proof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oNI3KQIzdjk/S9bodkuU24I/AAAAAAAAADI/HZ3HVMdV7pw/s1600/Professor.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 136px; height: 184px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464810792632507266" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oNI3KQIzdjk/S9bodkuU24I/AAAAAAAAADI/HZ3HVMdV7pw/s400/Professor.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Emoto took water droplets, exposed them to  various words, music, and environments, and froze them for three hours.  He then examined the crystal formations under a dark field microscope.  And he took photographs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The results were totally mind-blowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's  a photo of ordinary water without any prayer spoken over it. The  molecular structure is in disarray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oNI3KQIzdjk/S9boxiIWDRI/AAAAAAAAADQ/piXdlE2HlVg/s1600/Ugly+Water.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 262px; height: 184px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464811135533714706" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oNI3KQIzdjk/S9boxiIWDRI/AAAAAAAAADQ/piXdlE2HlVg/s400/Ugly+Water.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photo below is water after a prayer was  said. It's simply breathtaking. (I now have a great respect for praying  before meals! More on this later.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oNI3KQIzdjk/S9bpUid4JXI/AAAAAAAAADY/xmLW7Wojko0/s1600/Pretty+Water.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 217px; height: 260px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464811736919450994" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oNI3KQIzdjk/S9bpUid4JXI/AAAAAAAAADY/xmLW7Wojko0/s400/Pretty+Water.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Emoto also exposed water to Heavy Metal  music. Here's how it looks like. Looks sad if you ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oNI3KQIzdjk/S9bpVAtZaLI/AAAAAAAAADg/nAUc6ftmDKE/s1600/Metal+Water.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 229px; height: 159px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464811745037609138" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oNI3KQIzdjk/S9bpVAtZaLI/AAAAAAAAADg/nAUc6ftmDKE/s400/Metal+Water.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's water exposed to classical music and folk  dance music. Looks much better, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oNI3KQIzdjk/S9bpVq96ntI/AAAAAAAAADo/Feyqe2Sj3m0/s1600/Classic+Water.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 193px; height: 196px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464811756381183698" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oNI3KQIzdjk/S9bpVq96ntI/AAAAAAAAADo/Feyqe2Sj3m0/s400/Classic+Water.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oNI3KQIzdjk/S9bqYUdl-QI/AAAAAAAAADw/pKYEgg0W4lM/s1600/Folk+Water.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 211px; height: 196px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464812901391268098" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oNI3KQIzdjk/S9bqYUdl-QI/AAAAAAAAADw/pKYEgg0W4lM/s400/Folk+Water.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, Dr. Emoto stuck a piece of paper with  these words: "You make me sick. I will kill you." Here's how the frozen  water droplets looks like under the microscope…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oNI3KQIzdjk/S9bqYuNYAyI/AAAAAAAAAD4/mjF7Cg6Oslg/s1600/Sick+Water.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 257px; height: 176px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464812908302566178" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oNI3KQIzdjk/S9bqYuNYAyI/AAAAAAAAAD4/mjF7Cg6Oslg/s400/Sick+Water.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is how water looked like with the words  "Love" over it. The difference is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oNI3KQIzdjk/S9bqZH-0zLI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Z2-pmdR1dFA/s1600/Love+Water.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 260px; height: 180px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464812915220860082" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oNI3KQIzdjk/S9bqZH-0zLI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Z2-pmdR1dFA/s400/Love+Water.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Polluted water…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oNI3KQIzdjk/S9bqZQj7GGI/AAAAAAAAAEI/4ZhH_XfIO9A/s1600/Polluted+Water.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 245px; height: 183px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464812917523945570" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oNI3KQIzdjk/S9bqZQj7GGI/AAAAAAAAAEI/4ZhH_XfIO9A/s400/Polluted+Water.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is water from Lourdes , France . Utterly  beautiful, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oNI3KQIzdjk/S9brNVV_bMI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/skRuVc4DlJk/s1600/Cultural+Water.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 231px; height: 193px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464813812160883906" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oNI3KQIzdjk/S9brNVV_bMI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/skRuVc4DlJk/s400/Cultural+Water.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait A Minute— Aren't You Made Up Of Water?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes!  72% of your body is made up of water. Imagine how your words affect  your own body. When you say, "I'm a failure," or "I'm hopeless," or "I  won't get well," imagine how these words weaken your health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make  a choice to say the best words out there. Say often, "I'm wonderful,"  and "I'm beautiful".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not only water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Emoto also  experimented with cooked rice. He placed one cup of cooked rice in two  airtight jars. On one jar, he wrote, "I love you," and on the other,  "You fool." Everyday for 30 days, Dr. Emoto would say these words to  each jar of rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 30 days, the "I love you" rice was still  white. But the "You fool" rice was so rotten, it was black. How can you  explain this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oNI3KQIzdjk/S9brN6dQI6I/AAAAAAAAAEY/r_W4rWb9jaA/s1600/Rice.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 283px; height: 213px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464813822123451298" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oNI3KQIzdjk/S9brN6dQI6I/AAAAAAAAAEY/r_W4rWb9jaA/s400/Rice.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as a side note: When I was a child, my  mother taught me to pray before meals. Now I realize it wasn't just a  nice thing to do. When I pray over my meal, I know a material  transformation takes place in the molecular level of the food that I  pray for. I say, "Be blessed," to the water and food on the table—and I  expect it to be blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah – that's why we always wish others  well on birthdays, anniversaries, graduation, festivals, examination  days, etc…. BE BLESSED, everybody!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks shen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is taken from "&lt;a href="http://www.nst-worship.blogspot.com"&gt;nst-worship.blogspot.com&lt;/a&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/5178989680301279389-7228005521302245292?l=therebee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/feeds/7228005521302245292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/2010/06/can-water-be-affected-by-our-words.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5178989680301279389/posts/default/7228005521302245292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5178989680301279389/posts/default/7228005521302245292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/2010/06/can-water-be-affected-by-our-words.html' title='Can water be affected by our words?'/><author><name>therebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17224151382928550160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/S4eC0mzF6vI/AAAAAAAACQo/ZKl4r_oKO3Q/S220/therebeeee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oNI3KQIzdjk/S9bodkuU24I/AAAAAAAAADI/HZ3HVMdV7pw/s72-c/Professor.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178989680301279389.post-3117428967528322054</id><published>2010-04-15T22:42:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T23:27:38.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A never ending journey.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/S8cpkVWUWHI/AAAAAAAACWQ/C7xD5n0lmlY/s1600/Jump..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/S8cpkVWUWHI/AAAAAAAACWQ/C7xD5n0lmlY/s320/Jump..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460378777392797810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi. I have been having a fun, stressful, happy, &amp;amp; busy week. But I am loving every single bit of it.God has made this day and I shall not complain. Because everything happens for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ill be going to National Service in July.&lt;br /&gt;Ill be having a Korean exam in May.&lt;br /&gt;Please keep me in prayer for my&lt;br /&gt;exam &amp;amp; NS. :)) Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178989680301279389-3117428967528322054?l=therebee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/feeds/3117428967528322054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/2010/04/never-ending-journey.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5178989680301279389/posts/default/3117428967528322054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5178989680301279389/posts/default/3117428967528322054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/2010/04/never-ending-journey.html' title='A never ending journey.'/><author><name>therebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17224151382928550160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/S4eC0mzF6vI/AAAAAAAACQo/ZKl4r_oKO3Q/S220/therebeeee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/S8cpkVWUWHI/AAAAAAAACWQ/C7xD5n0lmlY/s72-c/Jump..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178989680301279389.post-7946348504760812950</id><published>2010-04-15T21:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T22:37:53.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moarte.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/S8cb91N7GSI/AAAAAAAACVw/FtbDfsdAXRY/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/S8cb91N7GSI/AAAAAAAACVw/FtbDfsdAXRY/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460363822281464098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/S8cb9tAPvRI/AAAAAAAACVo/W8Wc3xY-13U/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/S8cb9tAPvRI/AAAAAAAACVo/W8Wc3xY-13U/s320/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460363820076612882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/S8cb9Oit4lI/AAAAAAAACVg/rjggQMXJ0fU/s1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/S8cb9Oit4lI/AAAAAAAACVg/rjggQMXJ0fU/s320/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460363811899695698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/S8cb84pplNI/AAAAAAAACVY/4pUoZC2qkFI/s1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/S8cb8CS6O4I/AAAAAAAACVQ/PoFul69jv7U/s1600/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/S8cb8CS6O4I/AAAAAAAACVQ/PoFul69jv7U/s320/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460363791432301442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There's one more show this Saturday at 8 to 10pm. Am so excited! :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last Saturday was the first show &amp;amp; it all went smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;All glory goes to God. We had more than 10 salvation.&lt;br /&gt;And re-dedication too. I pray that more people will come&lt;br /&gt;to know you this Saturday &amp;amp; come back to you too.&lt;br /&gt;In Jesus Name,  Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&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/5178989680301279389-7946348504760812950?l=therebee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/feeds/7946348504760812950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/2010/04/moarte.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5178989680301279389/posts/default/7946348504760812950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5178989680301279389/posts/default/7946348504760812950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/2010/04/moarte.html' title='Moarte.'/><author><name>therebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17224151382928550160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/S4eC0mzF6vI/AAAAAAAACQo/ZKl4r_oKO3Q/S220/therebeeee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/S8cb91N7GSI/AAAAAAAACVw/FtbDfsdAXRY/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178989680301279389.post-3287254655114271881</id><published>2010-03-30T21:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T22:08:31.868+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Purpose Drive Life.'/><title type='text'>One more for Jesus,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/S7H_hF06yPI/AAAAAAAACUM/zWq9qiYMOas/s1600/smiling+in+the+rain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/S7H_hF06yPI/AAAAAAAACUM/zWq9qiYMOas/s320/smiling+in+the+rain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454421567687280882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Got to save one more  for Jesus! Got to save one more for Jesus!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father was a minister for over fifty years, serving mostly in small, rural churches. He was a simple preacher, but he was a man with a mission. His favorite activity was taking teams of volunteers overseas to build church buildings for small congregations. In his lifetime, Dad built over 150 churches around the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1999, my father died of cancer. In the final week of his life the disease kept him awake in a semi-conscious state nearly twenty-four hours a day. As he dream, he'd talk out loud about what he was dreaming. Sitting by his bedside, I learned a lot about my dad by just listening to his dreams. He relived one church building project after another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night near the end, while my wife, my niece, and I were by his side, Dad suddenly became very active and tried to get out of bed. Of course, he was too weak, and my wife insisted he lay back down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he persisted in trying to get out of bed, so my wife finally asked, "Jimmy, what are you trying to do?" He replied,&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "Got to save one more for Jesus! Got to save one more for Jesus!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; He began to repeat that phrase over and over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the next hour, he said the phrase probably a hundred times. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Got to save one more  for Jesus!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; As I sat by his bed with tears flowing down my cheeks, I bowed my head to thank God for my dad's faith. At moment Dad reached out and placed his frail hand on my head and said, as if commissioning me, "Save one more soul for Jesus! Save one more for Jesus!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I intend for that to be the theme of the rest of my life. I invite you to consider it as a focus for your life, too, because &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nothing&lt;/span&gt; will make a greater difference for eternity. If you want to be used by God, you must care about what God cares about; what he cares about most is the redemption of the people he made. He wants his lost children found! Nothing matters more to God; the Cross proves that. I pray that you will always be on the lookout to reach "one more for Jesus" so that when you stand before God one day you can say, "Mission accomplished!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rick Warren.&lt;br /&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/5178989680301279389-3287254655114271881?l=therebee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/feeds/3287254655114271881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/2010/03/one-more-for-jesus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5178989680301279389/posts/default/3287254655114271881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5178989680301279389/posts/default/3287254655114271881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/2010/03/one-more-for-jesus.html' title='One more for Jesus,'/><author><name>therebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17224151382928550160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/S4eC0mzF6vI/AAAAAAAACQo/ZKl4r_oKO3Q/S220/therebeeee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/S7H_hF06yPI/AAAAAAAACUM/zWq9qiYMOas/s72-c/smiling+in+the+rain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178989680301279389.post-661563919799940520</id><published>2010-03-30T21:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T21:39:18.813+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Purpose Drive Life.'/><title type='text'>Everybody needs Jesus.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/S7H86Wbs35I/AAAAAAAACUE/2_78ZJIxAc8/s1600/flowers..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/S7H86Wbs35I/AAAAAAAACUE/2_78ZJIxAc8/s320/flowers..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454418703106760594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Importance of Your Mission.  Fulfilling your life mission on earth  is an essential part of living for God’s glory. The Bible gives several  reasons why your mission is so important.      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your mission is a  continuation of Jesus’ mission on earth &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;As his followers, we are to  continue what Jesus started. Jesus calls us not only to come to him,  but to go for him. Your mission is significant that Jesus repeated it  five times, in five different ways, in five different books of the  Bible. It is as if he was saying, “I really want you to really get  this!” Study these five commissions of Jesus &amp;amp; you will learn the  details of your mission on earth the when, where, why &amp;amp; how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the  Great Commission Jesus said, “Go and make disciple of all nations and  make them my disciples. Baptize them in the name of the Father, the Son,  and the Holy Spirit, and teach them to do everything I have told you.”  This commission was given to every follower of Jesus, not to pastors and  missionaries alone. This is your commission from Jesus, and it is not  optional. These words of Jesus are not the Great suggestions. If you are  not a part of God’s family, your mission is mandatory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To ignore it  would be disobedience.   You may have been unaware that God holds you  responsible for the unbelievers who live around you. The Bible says,  “You must warn them so they may live. If you don’t speak out to warn the  wicked to stop their evil ways, they will die in their sin. But I will  hold you responsible for their death.”  You are the only Christian some  people will ever know, and your mission is to share Jesus with them.        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your mission is a wonderful privilege.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Although it is a big  responsibility, it is also an incredible honor to be used by God. Paul  said, “God has given us the privilege of urging everyone to come into  his favor and be reconciled to him.” Your mission involves two great  privileges: working with God and representing him. We get to partner  with God in building of his kingdom. Paul calls us “co-laborers” and  says, “We are workers together with God.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus has secured our  salvation, put us in his family, given us his Spirit, and then made us  his agent in the world. What a privilege! The Bible says, “We are  Christ’s representatives. God uses us to persuade men and woman to drop  their differences and enter into God’s work of making things right  between them. We’re speaking for Christ himself now: Become friends with  God”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;    Telling others how they can have eternal life is the  greatest thing you can do for them. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your neighbor had cancer or  AIDS and you knew the cure, it would be criminal to withhold that  lifesaving information. Even worse is to keep secret the way to  forgiveness, purpose, peace, and eternal life.  We have the greatest  news in the world, and sharing it is the greatest kindness you can show  to anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One problem long-term Christians have is that they forget  how hopeless it felt to be without Christ . We must remember that no  matter how contented or successful people appear to be, without Christ  they are hopelessly lost and headed for eternal separation from God. The  Bible says, “Jesus is the only One who can save people.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everybody  needs Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178989680301279389-661563919799940520?l=therebee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/feeds/661563919799940520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/2010/03/everybody-needs-jesus_30.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5178989680301279389/posts/default/661563919799940520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5178989680301279389/posts/default/661563919799940520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/2010/03/everybody-needs-jesus_30.html' title='Everybody needs Jesus.'/><author><name>therebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17224151382928550160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/S4eC0mzF6vI/AAAAAAAACQo/ZKl4r_oKO3Q/S220/therebeeee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/S7H86Wbs35I/AAAAAAAACUE/2_78ZJIxAc8/s72-c/flowers..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178989680301279389.post-6637707676120379891</id><published>2010-03-04T20:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T20:43:51.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love you, Mama.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tdUelF5GuC8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tdUelF5GuC8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This video is so touching and it always makes me smile then cry. One of my all time favorite video that I can watch over &amp;amp; over again. I love it when he said " my mom has appeared and you must stay healthy because I only have one Mama." (: He will make a good husband. Because a guy that respects and treasure his mom is someone that will treasure his wife. Same goes with the girl &amp;amp; her dad. I read it some where, forgot where. tehehe. It not easy to find a guy that love his parents so much and what more a star.  He's such a role model. Wish he was a christian, ill keep him prayer (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind having someone like him. Loving his parents and not thinking about what others would say. Such a inspiration. And he's very funny and caring. :) I can't be with a serious guy on a daily basic. Ill go crazy. HAHAHAHA, like seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents taught me to pray for my future husband. They said it is very important. And I believe it is. God will provide the right one at His own timing. Amen. I love this video, so much :D Thankyou youtuber for uploading this video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178989680301279389-6637707676120379891?l=therebee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/feeds/6637707676120379891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5178989680301279389/posts/default/6637707676120379891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5178989680301279389/posts/default/6637707676120379891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html' title='I Love you, Mama.'/><author><name>therebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17224151382928550160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/S4eC0mzF6vI/AAAAAAAACQo/ZKl4r_oKO3Q/S220/therebeeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178989680301279389.post-3168742555168312219</id><published>2010-02-25T22:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T20:11:07.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do I Look Fat?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/S4-fuiyNIVI/AAAAAAAACR4/NGH7X3pIXtQ/s1600-h/Love_Me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/S4-fuiyNIVI/AAAAAAAACR4/NGH7X3pIXtQ/s320/Love_Me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444746096474399058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/S4aE0WQ8UTI/AAAAAAAACQg/GDlgqnIAR40/s1600-h/All_I_Want.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Do I look fat today?" Sherry asked as Jimmy slipped his arms around her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is that a trick question" Jimmy replied teasingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She burst out in a sweet laughter. "You know what I really, really like about you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What" He looked at his girlfriend. A true friend he knew for so many years and yet still a mysteriously beautiful creature he feared he may never understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Remember last month you got a ticket for making that illegal U-turn? I know you didn't mean to. But you insisted on accepting the ticket though you could have gotten away with it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't remind me, it cost me Rm 100 and I had to drive all the way to the police station. Anyway, what about it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's really nice. That's.... that's integrity. I admire that in you." She squeezed his arms. "And that time the mamak fella gave you extra change of 5 bucks, you gave it back, remember?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"Remember? The day we were watching football, when Man U lost to.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Arggggh, don't remind me!!!! I remember. Anyway, it was just 5 bucks, no big deal."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Though it was only 5 bucks, it speaks volumes to me. If you can't be honest with 5 bucks, you can't be honest with 500 bucks or 5 millions bucks. I'm proud of you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy suddenly remember the newspaper article about some prominent business owners that were charge for bribery. Honestly does pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey! You still have not answered me. DO I LOOK FAT TODAY??!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Err..no?" He replied meekly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[WHACK] "Why do you have to think so long before you answer?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhh... the mystery remained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Character counts. Character toughens. Character speaks. Character lets  us LIVE LOUD with purpose &amp;amp; passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this story, so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&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/5178989680301279389-3168742555168312219?l=therebee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/feeds/3168742555168312219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/2010/02/do-i-look-fat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5178989680301279389/posts/default/3168742555168312219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5178989680301279389/posts/default/3168742555168312219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/2010/02/do-i-look-fat.html' title='Do I Look Fat?'/><author><name>therebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17224151382928550160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/S4eC0mzF6vI/AAAAAAAACQo/ZKl4r_oKO3Q/S220/therebeeee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/S4-fuiyNIVI/AAAAAAAACR4/NGH7X3pIXtQ/s72-c/Love_Me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178989680301279389.post-340545704090833024</id><published>2010-02-10T16:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T11:41:31.471+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Purpose Drive Life.'/><title type='text'>Transformed by trouble.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TBrq47Y3nUI/AAAAAAAACbc/AjpsAdNgKHQ/s1600/18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 274px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TBrq47Y3nUI/AAAAAAAACbc/AjpsAdNgKHQ/s320/18.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483953760012574018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/S3JzPtJtFyI/AAAAAAAACQQ/uI3JOWvfFTE/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;"It is the fire of suffering that brings forth the gold of godliness."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Madame Guyon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has a purpose behind every problem. He uses circumstances to develop our character. In fact, he depends more on circumstances to make us like Jesus than he depends on our reading the Bible. The reason is obvious: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You face circumstances twenty-four hours a day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus warned us that we would have problems in the word. No one is immune to pain or insulated from suffering, and no one gets to skate through life problem-free. Life is a series of problems. Every time you solve one, another is waiting to take its growth process for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God uses problems to draw you closer to himself. The Bible says, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Lord is close to the brokenhearted; he rescues those who are crushed in spirit." &lt;/span&gt;Your most profound and intimate experiences of worship will likely be in your darkest days - when your heart is broken, when you feel abandoned, when you're out of options, when the pain is great - and you turn to God alone. It is during suffering that we learn to pray our most authentic, heartfelt, honest-to-God prayers. When we're in pain, we don't have the energy for superficial prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joni Eareckson Tada notes, " When life is rosy, we may slide by knowing about Jesus, with imitating him and quoting him and speaking of Him. But only in suffering that we can't learn any other way. Everything that happens to you has spiritual significance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178989680301279389-340545704090833024?l=therebee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/feeds/340545704090833024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/2010/02/it-is-fire-of-suffering-that-brings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5178989680301279389/posts/default/340545704090833024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5178989680301279389/posts/default/340545704090833024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/2010/02/it-is-fire-of-suffering-that-brings.html' title='Transformed by trouble.'/><author><name>therebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17224151382928550160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/S4eC0mzF6vI/AAAAAAAACQo/ZKl4r_oKO3Q/S220/therebeeee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TBrq47Y3nUI/AAAAAAAACbc/AjpsAdNgKHQ/s72-c/18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178989680301279389.post-3972605759859098448</id><published>2010-02-10T16:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T11:40:01.720+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Purpose Drive Life.'/><title type='text'>One step at a time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TBrqiUwfG1I/AAAAAAAACbU/mEmz_i20_58/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TBrqiUwfG1I/AAAAAAAACbU/mEmz_i20_58/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483953371685526354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;"We're not meant to remain as children."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Ephesian 4:14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God wants you to grow up. Your heavenly Fathers goal is for you to mature and develop the characteristics of Jesus Christ. Sadly, millions of Christians &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;grow older&lt;/span&gt; but never &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;grow up&lt;/span&gt;. They are stuck in perpetual spiritual infancy, remaining in diapers and booties. The reason is that they never &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;intended&lt;/span&gt; to grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spiritual growth is not automatic. It takes an intentional commitment. You must &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;want&lt;/span&gt; to grow, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;decide&lt;/span&gt; to grow, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;make an effort&lt;/span&gt; to grow, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;persist&lt;/span&gt; in growing. Discipleship - the process of becoming like Christ - always begins with a decision. Jesus call us, and we respond: "' &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Come, be my disciple,'&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Jesus said to him. So &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Matthew got up and followed him."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178989680301279389-3972605759859098448?l=therebee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/feeds/3972605759859098448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/2010/02/fcffff.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5178989680301279389/posts/default/3972605759859098448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5178989680301279389/posts/default/3972605759859098448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/2010/02/fcffff.html' title='One step at a time.'/><author><name>therebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17224151382928550160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/S4eC0mzF6vI/AAAAAAAACQo/ZKl4r_oKO3Q/S220/therebeeee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/TBrqiUwfG1I/AAAAAAAACbU/mEmz_i20_58/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178989680301279389.post-5527645710175415038</id><published>2010-02-04T20:03:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T21:27:52.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Humble yourself, little one.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/S6dwUTjvWxI/AAAAAAAACSM/r-xUsVunKU0/s1600-h/Wednes_Days.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/S6dwUTjvWxI/AAAAAAAACSM/r-xUsVunKU0/s320/Wednes_Days.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451449368105147154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anytime you feel you are not learning anything from a sermon or a Bible teacher, you should check your attitude, especially for pride, because God can speak through even the most boring teacher when you are humble and receptive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Meditation,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know how to worry, you already know how to meditate. Worry is focused thinking on something negative. Meditation is doing the same thing, only focusing on God's word instead of your problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye Worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We fool ourselves when we assume that just because we have heard or read or studied a truth, we have internalized it. Actually, you can be so busy going to the next class or seminar or Bible conference that you have no time to implement what you've learned. You forget it on the way to your next study.&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Without implementation, all our Bible studies are worthless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178989680301279389-5527645710175415038?l=therebee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/feeds/5527645710175415038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-know-you-love-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5178989680301279389/posts/default/5527645710175415038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5178989680301279389/posts/default/5527645710175415038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-know-you-love-me.html' title='Humble yourself, little one.'/><author><name>therebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17224151382928550160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/S4eC0mzF6vI/AAAAAAAACQo/ZKl4r_oKO3Q/S220/therebeeee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/S6dwUTjvWxI/AAAAAAAACSM/r-xUsVunKU0/s72-c/Wednes_Days.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178989680301279389.post-6411465634888268044</id><published>2010-01-18T02:22:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T16:32:45.107+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Purpose Drive Life.'/><title type='text'>I was created to become like Christ.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/S3JtwB69M2I/AAAAAAAACQI/Fq7JQS47MIc/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/S3JtwB69M2I/AAAAAAAACQI/Fq7JQS47MIc/s320/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436528372106474338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;God is far more interested in what are than what you do.  We are human &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;beings&lt;/span&gt;, not human &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;doings.&lt;/span&gt; God is much more concerned about your character than your career, because you will take your character into eternity, but not your career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus did not die on the cross just so we could live comfortable, well-adjusted lives. His purpose is far deeper: He wants to make us like himself before he takes us to heaven. This is our greatest privilege, our immediate responsibility, and our ultimate destiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178989680301279389-6411465634888268044?l=therebee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/feeds/6411465634888268044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/2010/01/one-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5178989680301279389/posts/default/6411465634888268044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5178989680301279389/posts/default/6411465634888268044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/2010/01/one-life.html' title='I was created to become like Christ.'/><author><name>therebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17224151382928550160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/S4eC0mzF6vI/AAAAAAAACQo/ZKl4r_oKO3Q/S220/therebeeee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/S3JtwB69M2I/AAAAAAAACQI/Fq7JQS47MIc/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178989680301279389.post-2436594071140824940</id><published>2010-01-13T15:58:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T02:21:28.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Will of God in Daily Decisions.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/S1NS-iwRvII/AAAAAAAACPQ/NeEsVr7UyQM/s1600-h/DSC05021%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/S1NS-iwRvII/AAAAAAAACPQ/NeEsVr7UyQM/s320/DSC05021%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427773210346241154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does God have a precise "will" for every decision we make, or are we to seek His will only for major decisions and use our won common sense for minor decisions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To illustrate the answer to this question, see if you can detect, in the following situation, which decision were major and minor decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Situation one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man got up in the morning and had the choice of wearing one of two different types of ties. One was a clip-on tie; the other was a standard tie. He chose the standard tie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Major Decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Minor Decision.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Answer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man with a choice of ties was a police officer. His chief had encouraged him to wear a clip-on tie. The day he decided to wear the standard tie, he was attacked while a mking an arrest.  The assailant grabbed his tie and choked him to death. Had the officer worn a clip-on tie, this would not have happened. Thus, his decision, while it seemed small, turned out to be major.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;♥    ♥     ♥     ♥                  ♥    ♥     ♥    ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Based on the fact that we must give an account of every deed we do, ( 2 Corinthians 5:10) Every word we speak, ( Matthew 12:36) Every thought we think, (2 Corinthians 10:4-5), and every attitude we express (1 Peter 3:10-11), &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;there are no small decisions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our purpose for discerning the will of God is to make sure that every decision will glorify Him. He is not glorified by our natural inclinations, because our ways are not His ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;"Whether therefore ye eat, or drink, or whatsoever ye do, do all to the glory of God"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;(1 Corinthians 10: 31) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178989680301279389-2436594071140824940?l=therebee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/feeds/2436594071140824940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/2010/01/will-of-god-in-daily-decisions_13.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5178989680301279389/posts/default/2436594071140824940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5178989680301279389/posts/default/2436594071140824940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/2010/01/will-of-god-in-daily-decisions_13.html' title='The Will of God in Daily Decisions.'/><author><name>therebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17224151382928550160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/S4eC0mzF6vI/AAAAAAAACQo/ZKl4r_oKO3Q/S220/therebeeee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/S1NS-iwRvII/AAAAAAAACPQ/NeEsVr7UyQM/s72-c/DSC05021%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178989680301279389.post-7756353970818855614</id><published>2009-12-31T19:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T15:44:45.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Blessed New Year.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/photography/lovefool_brisa/photography/photographyFLOWER.jpg?o=62" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i387.photobucket.com/albums/oo315/lovefool_brisa/photography/photographyFLOWER.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww, twozero0nine is ending soon. Thank you dear friends, for being such a great blessing to me during this year. And Jesus thank you for being there for me through out this whole year. I could not have done it without you, thank you for making this year memorable to me. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178989680301279389-7756353970818855614?l=therebee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/feeds/7756353970818855614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/2009/12/aww-twozero0nine-is-ending-soon_31.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5178989680301279389/posts/default/7756353970818855614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5178989680301279389/posts/default/7756353970818855614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/2009/12/aww-twozero0nine-is-ending-soon_31.html' title='Happy Blessed New Year.'/><author><name>therebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17224151382928550160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/S4eC0mzF6vI/AAAAAAAACQo/ZKl4r_oKO3Q/S220/therebeeee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i387.photobucket.com/albums/oo315/lovefool_brisa/photography/th_photographyFLOWER.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178989680301279389.post-442414553682158321</id><published>2009-12-26T14:20:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T15:22:16.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>즐거운 성탄 ♥.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/SzW5ezxNVSI/AAAAAAAACOc/QH0Xx-fAZe0/s1600-h/DSC04738.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/SzW5ezxNVSI/AAAAAAAACOc/QH0Xx-fAZe0/s320/DSC04738.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419441665554076962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing you and your family a blessed Christmas! May God's riches blessing upon you this special day and the days to come. I am really missing my older brother, wish he could be here and celebrate Christmas with us. God has his own timing for everything, ill be patience and wait. Even as he's leading the kitchen in Perth may people come to know Christ through his cooking and yummy food. Amen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday Jesus! (: Thank you so much for always loving and being there for me. And dying on the cross for me. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h3  style="font-weight: normal; text-align: center;font-family:arial;" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt; I love you so much, Jesus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5178989680301279389-442414553682158321?l=therebee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/feeds/442414553682158321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5178989680301279389/posts/default/442414553682158321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5178989680301279389/posts/default/442414553682158321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therebee.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title='즐거운 성탄 ♥.'/><author><name>therebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17224151382928550160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/S4eC0mzF6vI/AAAAAAAACQo/ZKl4r_oKO3Q/S220/therebeeee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OzhhDITrBEg/SzW5ezxNVSI/AAAAAAAACOc/QH0Xx-fAZe0/s72-c/DSC04738.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
