<?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-8001197219819784408</id><updated>2012-01-26T16:39:02.893-08:00</updated><category term='podcast'/><category term='school'/><category term='faith'/><title type='text'>.:moments passed:.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentspassed.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001197219819784408/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentspassed.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>.:meagan.rae:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05624523894404607183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1JJDrppkHFA/SJnSit2fVxI/AAAAAAAAAGM/v4KIgzxdS2g/s1600-R/Photo%2B124.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>59</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001197219819784408.post-329049264080050921</id><published>2011-04-15T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T10:20:45.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I sorta miss blogging!</title><content type='html'>I think blogging for me in the last year has just been deleting spam comments on my posts, haha. But whenever i visit my little "moments passed", i get a little nostalgic! I miss blogging!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But who reads blogs anymore? I don't even know!&lt;br /&gt;Praying if you are reading this blog that you are touched in some way today by God's hope, love, joy, and grace. Here's a little passage from John 14 in the message version that has been REALLY stirring in me; especially now around Easter...&lt;br /&gt;God doesn't leave us orphaned or bereft; HIS road is perfect (he is the WAY, the TRUTH (Road), and the LIFE), he love YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;sup style="font-style: italic;" class="versenum" id="en-MSG-11463"&gt;23-24&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Because a  loveless world," said Jesus, "is a sightless world&lt;/span&gt;. If anyone loves me,  he will carefully keep my word and my Father will love him—we'll move  right into the neighborhood! Not loving me means not keeping my words.  The message you are hearing isn't mine. It's the message of the Father  who sent me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-MSG-11464"&gt;25-27&lt;/sup&gt;"I'm  telling you these things while I'm still living with you. The Friend,  the Holy Spirit whom the Father will send at my request, will make  everything plain to you. He will remind you of all the things I have  told you. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm leaving you well and whole. That's my parting gift to you.  Peace. I don't leave you the way you're used to being left—feeling  abandoned, bereft. So don't be upset. Don't be distraught.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::meg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001197219819784408-329049264080050921?l=themomentspassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentspassed.blogspot.com/feeds/329049264080050921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8001197219819784408&amp;postID=329049264080050921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001197219819784408/posts/default/329049264080050921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001197219819784408/posts/default/329049264080050921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentspassed.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-sorta-miss-blogging.html' title='I sorta miss blogging!'/><author><name>.:meagan.rae:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05624523894404607183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1JJDrppkHFA/SJnSit2fVxI/AAAAAAAAAGM/v4KIgzxdS2g/s1600-R/Photo%2B124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001197219819784408.post-782990544179909561</id><published>2010-03-02T08:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T14:50:12.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A note about hardships...</title><content type='html'>This morning I was reading&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;in Numbers &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(about the Israelites in the wilderness)&lt;/span&gt; and I came across something really interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="font-style: italic;" class="versenum" id="en-NLT-4002"&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Soon&lt;/span&gt; the people began to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;complain&lt;/span&gt; about their &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hardship&lt;/span&gt;, and the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-variant: small-caps; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; heard everything they said&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Then the L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-variant: small-caps; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;’s anger blazed against them&lt;/span&gt;, and he sent a fire to rage among them, and he destroyed some of the people in the outskirts of the camp. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="font-style: italic;" class="versenum" id="en-NLT-4003"&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Then the people screamed to Moses for help, and when he prayed to the L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-variant: small-caps; font-style: italic;"&gt;ord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, the fire stopped. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="font-style: italic;" class="versenum" id="en-NLT-4004"&gt;3&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; After that, the area was known as Taberah (which means “the place of burning”), &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;because fire from the L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-variant: small-caps; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; had burned among them there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice that it says &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;soon&lt;/span&gt; they began to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;complain&lt;/span&gt; about their &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hardship&lt;/span&gt;. God hears what they're saying! He isn't ignoring or denying the fact that the wilderness is hard; it also seems to me that the Israelites had probably been doing alright not complaining up to this point. Obviously WE can see that their complaining spirit had been inwardly bubbling; eventually spilling out of their heart and through their confession. They had gotten comfortable and familiar with the provision/miracle/answer. THIS is when the Lords' anger blazed against them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In just a few verses later we hear some of what they are complaining about:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“Oh, for some meat!” they exclaimed. &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NLT-4006"&gt;5&lt;/sup&gt; “We remember the fish we used to eat for free in Egypt. And we had all the cucumbers, melons, leeks, onions, and garlic we wanted. &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NLT-4007"&gt;6&lt;/sup&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But now our appetites are gone. All we ever see is this manna!&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God wasn't mad that it was hard for them. He made them human, he knows its hard but He had equipped them with promise and help in time of need.! Every night He would send manna, it was always there when they woke up each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Suddenly, I find myself laughing! If you were to take a literal  translation of the word "manna" and insert it into verse 6 it would read something like this: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;But now our appetites are all gon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALL WE EVER SEE IS THIS UNEXPECTED MIRACULOUS PROVISION!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That makes the complaint sound kinda funny doesn't it? It should be praise!&lt;br /&gt;I imagine that this is why God turned the place of their complaint to &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Taberah (which means “the place of burning”). There is no room for provision where complaint lives! So you're refining fire isn't something to rebuke...it is making room for unexpected miraculous provision.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My note about hardships today: God understands your hardship, your wilderness, your pain; and he cares! so much in fact that he DOES supply unexpected miraculous provision and he is working it out in the midnight hours! Pastor Shane said it best "God has his hand on your need and your supply" So let his supply outweigh the hardship, watch your confession and never forget his faithfulness. He has miracles for you today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//meg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001197219819784408-782990544179909561?l=themomentspassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentspassed.blogspot.com/feeds/782990544179909561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8001197219819784408&amp;postID=782990544179909561' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001197219819784408/posts/default/782990544179909561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001197219819784408/posts/default/782990544179909561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentspassed.blogspot.com/2010/03/note-about-hardships.html' title='A note about hardships...'/><author><name>.:meagan.rae:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05624523894404607183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1JJDrppkHFA/SJnSit2fVxI/AAAAAAAAAGM/v4KIgzxdS2g/s1600-R/Photo%2B124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001197219819784408.post-197589776171842300</id><published>2010-01-02T22:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T22:49:17.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonderfully Broken</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;T&lt;/span&gt;here's something peaceful about being broken before Jesus - when you come to the end of yourself and realize, again, that He holds you all together. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;{"Long before he laid down earth's foundations, he had us in mind, had settled on us as the focus of his love, to be made whole and holy by his love." Eph 1:3 (MSG)}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;font-size:180%;" &gt;T&lt;/span&gt;here's something reconciling about being helplessly quiet before the creator of the universe - looking up from the hands that formed you. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;{"It's in Christ that we find out who we are and what we are living for. Long before we first heard of Christ and got our hopes up, he had his eye on us, had designs on us for glorious living, part of the overall purpose he is working out in everything and everyone." Eph 1:11-12 (MSG)}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Trust, pray, be still and KNOW that He is God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;{&lt;/span&gt; "My response is to get down on my knees before the Father, this magnificent Father who parcels out all heaven and earth." Eph 3:14 (MSG) &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~ When we live in the illusion of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;entitlement&lt;/span&gt; we neglect the power of&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; inheritance&lt;/span&gt; and negate the influence of God's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;blessing&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;This is true with more than money! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;{&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; "God can do anything, you know—far more than you could ever imagine or guess or request in your wildest dreams! He does it not by pushing us around but by working within us, his Spirit deeply and gently within us." Eph 3:20 (MSG) &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Graciously saved &amp;amp; Wonderfully broken. Joyfully healed &amp;amp; Continuously praising&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether you "tweet" or not :) here are some tweets and tweetERS that i've really loved. God's perspective is everything!&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/LisaBevere" class="tweet-url screen-name" title="Lisa Bevere"&gt;LisaBevere&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;                      &lt;span class="actions"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;RT @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://twitter.com/MattChandler74"&gt;MattChandler74&lt;/a&gt;: When the illusion of control disappears we become  men &amp;amp; women of prayer ...may it be so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/ChristineCaine" class="tweet-url screen-name" title="Christine Caine"&gt;ChristineCaine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;                      &lt;span class="actions"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;If you are in a transitional time between "no longer" &amp;amp; "not yet"..don't get anxious..trust that God is in control..His timing is everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//meg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001197219819784408-197589776171842300?l=themomentspassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=eph%201&amp;version=MSG' title='Wonderfully Broken'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentspassed.blogspot.com/feeds/197589776171842300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8001197219819784408&amp;postID=197589776171842300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001197219819784408/posts/default/197589776171842300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001197219819784408/posts/default/197589776171842300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentspassed.blogspot.com/2010/01/wonderfully-broken.html' title='Wonderfully Broken'/><author><name>.:meagan.rae:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05624523894404607183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1JJDrppkHFA/SJnSit2fVxI/AAAAAAAAAGM/v4KIgzxdS2g/s1600-R/Photo%2B124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001197219819784408.post-552129596451491656</id><published>2009-11-04T15:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T15:31:40.469-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all meaningless.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;::a blast from the past::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love finding old stuff. :) i wrote this my second year of Interns for a "mini sermon." The word of God is ALWAYS relevant though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**the only thing i would add here is there is amazing, wonderful purpose in the life God put us here to steward... read through before you jump to theological anger ;) to explore that is another post... just sharing my find :)&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="western"&gt; It’s all meaningless! Wait, it's ALL meaningless?? The book of Ecclesiastes clearly states that our day-to-day work is not only completely meaningless but also wearisome “beyond description”(Ecc 1:8). The sun rises and sets, generations come and go, the ocean tides rise and fall; yet regardless how many mornings we see the sun faithfully rise, or the miracle of a new life come into the world, we are never truly satisfied. We are never content. Nothing is new under the sun. What is Solomon’s point? What then is there to believe in and if we find an entity on earth to believe in, is it truly reliable? God had revealed to Solomon a most intimate glimpse the only steadfast reality in this life; his relationship with the Sovereign Father. The dictionary defines “trust” as : “reliance on the integrity, strength, ability, surety, etc., of a person or thing; confidence.” We know it is the creator that causes the sun to rise, and commissions generations. He is the only one to give the ocean it’s boundaries and His covenant with man is everlasting! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western"&gt; In Mark chapter 5 verses 21-43, Jesus meets a man named Jarius and agrees to go and heal his sick daughter. When Jesus stops to confront the woman with the issue of blood, his daughter dies. While doubt had it’s chance to defile his promise Jesus tells Jaruis “Don’t be afraid, just trust me”(vs 35). Jesus then went to raise his daughter from the dead! How much more faith did Jarius have after Jesus raised his daughter from the dead? Likewise, the woman healed of her issue of blood had even greater faith after Jesus asked “Who touched my robe?”(vs 30) It’s not that Jesus needed to know who touched his robe; but that he wanted her to go beyond knowing that He can heal her by touching his robe and truly realizing that it is Son of Man she must put her trust in. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Trust is going beyond the robe; behind the veil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Christ wants to show us his power in our lives! We have to take the step of trust! 1 Peter 5:6-7 says:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-left: 1in;"&gt; "6-7So be content with who you are, and don't put on airs.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-left: 1in;"&gt; God's strong hand is on you; he'll promote you at the right  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-left: 1in;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;time. &lt;b&gt;Live carefree before God; he is most careful with you&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-left: 1in;"&gt; (MSG).&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western"&gt;I love this picture of God. I can rely on him because he is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;most &lt;/span&gt;careful with me.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western"&gt;I can truly believe and trust in God’s promises even as I am “still and know that He is God!” Trust is a daily surrender, and lifetime of faith. The surety of Christ in me is my hope for today. The trust in Christ for tomorrow is my conviction lived out.  &lt;/p&gt; ::meg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001197219819784408-552129596451491656?l=themomentspassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentspassed.blogspot.com/feeds/552129596451491656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8001197219819784408&amp;postID=552129596451491656' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001197219819784408/posts/default/552129596451491656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001197219819784408/posts/default/552129596451491656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentspassed.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-all-meaningless.html' title='It&apos;s all meaningless.'/><author><name>.:meagan.rae:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05624523894404607183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1JJDrppkHFA/SJnSit2fVxI/AAAAAAAAAGM/v4KIgzxdS2g/s1600-R/Photo%2B124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001197219819784408.post-2184990138467311750</id><published>2009-10-19T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T23:11:09.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Kingdom Cityscape</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1JJDrppkHFA/St1KVw6I-VI/AAAAAAAAAPA/EVAqdoQ_gmw/s1600-h/Picture+4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 201px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1JJDrppkHFA/St1KVw6I-VI/AAAAAAAAAPA/EVAqdoQ_gmw/s320/Picture+4.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394549666426190162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; 5pm, rush-hour "prayer drive" is great for your faith, AND your ever refining patience. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I drove down the connector today I took a minute to focus past the cars ahead, above the traffic signs, over the tree line and just look at the mountains. I forget to do this A LOT; but when i do, it reminds me of so much: like how God is SO much bigger than my "traffic view" of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the traffic view of life it can get crazy, unsettled, bottle-necked and uncertain. We lose patience, trust, and sometimes control: helplessly stuck in a mess of road rage. Even if we aren't the source of the madness, we have to respond. [Stick with me here] :) so many situational thoughts running through my mind; but it's great to know that God puts a few red lights in front of me; He causes me to wait.&lt;br /&gt;Getting past the sheer inconvenience of slow-merging vehicles; I find myself grateful for the slow downs that make me think about someone else; or make me thankful that no matter when a person finally "merges" (aka salvation); God's gracious to lead us to the same place. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, It is SO cheesy yet SO relate-able!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through it all what greater promise to hold onto than "I will never leave you or forsake you." I love the picture in Psalm 61: "... as my heart grows faint; lead me to the rock that is higher than I." Whatever the circumstance/slow down/red light/merging it takes; God keep my eyes fixed on You, my heart transfixed in Your grace, and my hope steadfast in Your will!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I find myself looking up and I'm so grateful for his grace to even be able to see this Kingdom Cityscape. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;{Since God assured us, "I'll never let you down, never walk off and leave you," we can boldly quote,&lt;br /&gt;   God is there, ready to help;&lt;br /&gt;   I'm fearless no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;   Who or what can get to me? }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;yet another moment passed; so graciously given with hope and peace and joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::meg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001197219819784408-2184990138467311750?l=themomentspassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentspassed.blogspot.com/feeds/2184990138467311750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8001197219819784408&amp;postID=2184990138467311750' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001197219819784408/posts/default/2184990138467311750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001197219819784408/posts/default/2184990138467311750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentspassed.blogspot.com/2009/10/kingdom-cityscape.html' title='A Kingdom Cityscape'/><author><name>.:meagan.rae:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05624523894404607183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1JJDrppkHFA/SJnSit2fVxI/AAAAAAAAAGM/v4KIgzxdS2g/s1600-R/Photo%2B124.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1JJDrppkHFA/St1KVw6I-VI/AAAAAAAAAPA/EVAqdoQ_gmw/s72-c/Picture+4.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001197219819784408.post-3344655453505355718</id><published>2009-09-29T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T15:35:31.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RE-VI-VAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Have you stopped to think about what's this word "revival" means that we keep hearing...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Websters dictionary defines "revival" as: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"restoration to life, consciousness, vigor, strength or the act of reviving."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hat does this mean to me? This means that its not just a "one week/month/moment feeling" of excitement or purpose. It's the ACT of RESTORING the kingdom principles on earth! I got this picture of CPR or reviving someone's heart. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;How effective would that be if you only gave a dying person ONE chest compression. ONE breath?&lt;/span&gt; After wards, if they happen to come around you just give them a high five and tell them "well good luck with that!" No, there is a long period of rehabilitation and NEW ways of doing and sustaining life!&lt;br /&gt;Or how about restoring an old car, or a piece of furniture. We (as the church) don't want to be THAT person who start a project just to leave it tired and neglected months later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So we keep PUSHING, we keep praying, we keep ACTing on the kingdom restoration principles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been so excited about our GCDowntown services. {Thursday Nights, 8pm, at "&lt;a href="http://atlas.mapquest.com/maps/map.adp?latlongtype=internal&amp;amp;addtohistory=&amp;amp;latitude=ldEb8I6CqxbgPXfPRwiIBw%3d%3d&amp;amp;longitude=YFAkGWtnBtH5w6jIMoB5Eg%3d%3d&amp;amp;name=Campus%20Ministry%20Ctr&amp;amp;country=US&amp;amp;address=1025%20Belmont%20St&amp;amp;city=Boise&amp;amp;state=ID&amp;amp;zipcode=83706&amp;amp;phone=208-342-2182&amp;amp;spurl=0&amp;amp;&amp;amp;q=Biblical%20Studies%20Center&amp;amp;qc=Religious%20Organizations"&gt;The Center&lt;/a&gt;"}&lt;br /&gt;Seeing College students really finding themselves smack in the middle of God's love and finding their purpose in Him! But I WON'T be found driven by HYPE. I'm constantly asking Jesus to re align my spirit to be driven by HOPE. Christ in me the HOPE of Glory... HIS glory on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life hope is this: that my life, my mantra would be to reflect God's heart and ACT as an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;agent {a person or business authorized to act on another's behalf}&lt;/span&gt; of revival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SO I keep running, I keep praying, I keep Hebrews 12:1-3 in my spirit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-MSG-12766"&gt;1-3&lt;/sup&gt;Do you see what this means—all these pioneers who blazed the way, all these veterans cheering us on? It means we'd better get on with it. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Strip down, start running—and never quit&lt;/span&gt;! No extra spiritual fat, no parasitic sins. Keep your eyes on Jesus, who both began and finished this race we're in. Study how he did it.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Because he never lost sight of where he was headed—that exhilarating finish in and with God—he could put up with anything along the way: Cross, shame, whatever. And now he's there, in the place of honor, right alongside God&lt;/span&gt;. When you find yourselves flagging in your faith, go over that story again, item by item, that long litany of hostility he plowed through. That will shoot adrenaline into your souls!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been MIA from the blogging world for months now- but its definitely NOT because I haven't thought about anything for months. HA! {see previous post "&lt;a href="http://themomentspassed.blogspot.com/2008/08/analyze-much.html"&gt;Analyze Much?&lt;/a&gt;"} :) Therefore, in advance I apologize &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(in an un apologetically, sardonic sort of way)&lt;/span&gt; for the onslaught of thoughts that have either been cooped up in my head or sitting idly in my blogger drafts :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::meg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001197219819784408-3344655453505355718?l=themomentspassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentspassed.blogspot.com/feeds/3344655453505355718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8001197219819784408&amp;postID=3344655453505355718' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001197219819784408/posts/default/3344655453505355718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001197219819784408/posts/default/3344655453505355718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentspassed.blogspot.com/2009/09/re-vi-val.html' title='RE-VI-VAL'/><author><name>.:meagan.rae:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05624523894404607183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1JJDrppkHFA/SJnSit2fVxI/AAAAAAAAAGM/v4KIgzxdS2g/s1600-R/Photo%2B124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001197219819784408.post-5635460589955009146</id><published>2009-09-29T08:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T08:51:59.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All for nothing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You know the scripture in Luke that says "NOTHING is impossible with God"? Let me tell you I believe it! God has redeemed my life, he's healed my body from a crippling disease, and he's given me a song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is in the business of working with a whole bunch of nothing. Better yet:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;First this: God created the Heavens and Earth—all you see, all you don't see. Earth was a soup of&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; nothingness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, a bottomless emptiness, an inky blackness.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Gen 1:2 msg)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ALL you see (present purpose) and ALL you don't see (promise).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke 1:37 says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;For nothing &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; impossible with God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For nothing &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;will be&lt;/span&gt; impossible with God.      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;For with God nothing &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;is ever&lt;/span&gt; impossible and no word from God shall be without power or impossible of fulfillment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;For with God nothing &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;shall be &lt;/span&gt;impossible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;God can do anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;For no word from God shall be void of power&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   Luke 1:37 in the Message version says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                     &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;Nothing, you see, is impossible with God&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(MSG)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, this is one of the most beautiful promises given to us. I don't need writing on the wall to believe that God is shaping something out of my nothing. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He displayed that on the cross. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also don't need a dove to dive daily into my room; holding a promise that He'll never leave me or forsake me. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He took care of that with a rainbow&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think on this:&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;If NOTHING is, will be, is ever, and shall be impossible with God &lt;/span&gt;:: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;It is impossible for God to DO nothing when he is on the throne&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO selah on this for today:{"Don't fret or worry. Instead of worrying, pray. Let petitions and praises shape your worries into prayers, letting God know your concerns. Before you know it, a sense of God's wholeness, everything coming together for good, will come and settle you down. It's wonderful what happens when Christ displaces worry at the center of your life."} Phil 4:6-7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::meg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001197219819784408-5635460589955009146?l=themomentspassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentspassed.blogspot.com/feeds/5635460589955009146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8001197219819784408&amp;postID=5635460589955009146' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001197219819784408/posts/default/5635460589955009146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001197219819784408/posts/default/5635460589955009146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentspassed.blogspot.com/2009/09/all-for-nothing.html' title='All for nothing.'/><author><name>.:meagan.rae:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05624523894404607183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1JJDrppkHFA/SJnSit2fVxI/AAAAAAAAAGM/v4KIgzxdS2g/s1600-R/Photo%2B124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001197219819784408.post-4803778730655232475</id><published>2009-07-31T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T10:59:52.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A blog to follow</title><content type='html'>Hello all! Sorry i've been kinda MIA. Heck, i don't even know how many people read my blog! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you all to check out a new blog... Her name is Stacey and she's going to change the world! I love when i see people take the simplest things in life and showcase the amazing love of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt;click&gt;&lt;a href="http://staceylauren.blogspot.com/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; to read&gt;&gt;&lt;/click&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1JJDrppkHFA/SnMw4mg1qsI/AAAAAAAAAOY/NmApxMaFPwU/s1600-h/stace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1JJDrppkHFA/SnMw4mg1qsI/AAAAAAAAAOY/NmApxMaFPwU/s200/stace.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364685330097482434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;meg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001197219819784408-4803778730655232475?l=themomentspassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentspassed.blogspot.com/feeds/4803778730655232475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8001197219819784408&amp;postID=4803778730655232475' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001197219819784408/posts/default/4803778730655232475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001197219819784408/posts/default/4803778730655232475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentspassed.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-to-follow.html' title='A blog to follow'/><author><name>.:meagan.rae:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05624523894404607183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1JJDrppkHFA/SJnSit2fVxI/AAAAAAAAAGM/v4KIgzxdS2g/s1600-R/Photo%2B124.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1JJDrppkHFA/SnMw4mg1qsI/AAAAAAAAAOY/NmApxMaFPwU/s72-c/stace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001197219819784408.post-7395891347551568017</id><published>2009-07-21T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T15:28:33.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Calling</title><content type='html'>From the Archives of my computer. I stumbled upon this paper i wrote about what i define as "my calling"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In consideration beyond today’s stereotypical obsession with etymology and spelling, what is in a name? What value or spiritual significance do we find in our names? The prophet Isaiah scribes the Lord saying, “Do not be afraid, for I have ransomed you. I have called you by name; you are mine” (Is 43:1). Our name is that by which we are called. I am called first and foremost a daughter of God, a ransomed heir to the riches of my heavenly Father. What an idea! I can only imagine the thoughts that God has towards me! David in the book of Psalms intimately and exquisitely pens, "How precious are your thoughts about me, O God. They cannot be numbered! I can’t even count them; they outnumber the grains of sand! And when I wake up, you are still with me!" (Ps 139:17-18). There are many that have been called and few that have been chosen. Many have walked the beaten path of Christianity and paved the way into both modern day martyrdom and success. The thing that separates us all is our name, that by which we are called. Each separate identity tells a story that we can observe; but none that we can duplicate. &lt;br /&gt;As God was speaking light into the universe, he was speaking purpose into my life. When he pulled a rib from Adam's side, he pulled together the thoughts of my destiny and my calling to be just as unique as each grain of sand on the shore. Therefore I do not believe my calling in its entirety can be written on these pages. My Father knit a beautiful story in my heart from the first word of creation that is only in part revealed as I spend time with Him and heed the guidance of the Holy Spirit. I am called to serve, and to love, and to spread the Good news that Christ has paid the price for sin! I have been commissioned to make my life an anthem of God’s goodness. I have been birthed out of sin and into His glorious light to be testimony of Christ’s love in my sphere of influence. My calling is to be a leader, a voice in the desert and a prophet to the nations. In Psalms 51 David cries out asking God to empty him and to create in him a pure heart. The most fascinating part of the word "create" in this passage is that in simple exegesis we realize it is the same word, inherent with the same power that God used in creating the heavens and the earth in Genesis. I know that when David allowed God to create in him a pure heart he was fashioning something completely unique for him that had never been done before. David had a call on his life that had never been heard before; and has not since. &lt;br /&gt;I do believe that if you do not learn from history that you are bound to repeat it. I also believe that when we walk in the power of the perfect will of God we are bound to walk in a destiny never tread before. I am so grateful for those we can call mentors and role models. They impart wisdom when at times there is no experience. They may reveal truth to a facet of life that I may never have considered on my own. People like Mother Teresa and Dwight L. Moody imprinted virtue into history with such dedication and passion; but the most important and inspiring lesson that we can learn from these is that human kind is fallible. Man will always disappoint but Christ never will. He is the ultimate role model, the perfect son, the perfect teacher, the perfect Rabbi. John 2:22-25 says, “Because of the miraculous signs Jesus did in Jerusalem at the Passover celebration, many began to trust in him. But Jesus didn’t trust them, because he knew human nature. No one needed to tell him what mankind is really like.” Jesus, the God-son, didn’t need to be told that mankind would fail him, but we do. God puts people in our paths to work along side of; but he doesn’t expect us to fall back on their failures or successes from their time here on earth.&lt;br /&gt; Joyce Meyer wrote an incredible book, The Confident Women. She writes about a time when she thought of what she would do if her husband, David, died. Joyce had given into fear at the thought of doing life and ministry without David when the Lord spoke to her. He said, “if Dave died you would keep doing exactly what you are doing, because I am the One holding you up, not Dave.” She quickly realized that He was establishing her in the foundational truth that God is all you have to have. Mother Teresa was an example of this. She worked incredibly with people yet often ran into a mission field with only pennies. She never relied on any one person, only God. I love to think that my faith could rise to the occasion if every person close to me was taken away and that I could stand unmovable in my calling with only pennies and my name. I think that this thought encompasses the very core of my purpose. This is my calling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001197219819784408-7395891347551568017?l=themomentspassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentspassed.blogspot.com/feeds/7395891347551568017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8001197219819784408&amp;postID=7395891347551568017' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001197219819784408/posts/default/7395891347551568017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001197219819784408/posts/default/7395891347551568017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentspassed.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-calling.html' title='My Calling'/><author><name>.:meagan.rae:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05624523894404607183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1JJDrppkHFA/SJnSit2fVxI/AAAAAAAAAGM/v4KIgzxdS2g/s1600-R/Photo%2B124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001197219819784408.post-5178336163757396506</id><published>2009-05-28T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T23:27:46.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Arms Open Wide</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In a state of perfected surrender&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;God would see my soul as a myriad of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; beautiful works and miracles. He would see a self-emptied, available&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; soul, ready to reflect the will &amp;amp; Kingdom of Christ. Surrendered to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; the kingdom; He sees a soul full of worship &amp;amp; melodies from heaven. He&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; sees the fruit of a college ministry bursting at the seams, He sees a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; confident, bold disciple secure in the timing &amp;amp; work of Christ. He&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; sees the faces of souls rejoicing in the salvation they've found &amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; walking in dynamic destiny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; A direct reflection of the operating work of Christ: errupting hope,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; explosive joy, irreplaceable peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an encounter with Jesus tonight. Sitting in my room I was thinking about the&lt;br /&gt;recent messages of Christ Follower and Navigate and I had to come face&lt;br /&gt;to face with the fact that I haven't trusted God in EVERYTHING to be&lt;br /&gt;who He has told me He is. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Out of not understanding, or disobedience I've been putting MY words in Gods mouth&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a moment, sitting in my room when all the noise of my&lt;br /&gt;thoughts was silenced by this song softly in the background...."Arms Open Wide" by Hillsong United. It was at the part where they are singing "have your way".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting the song over and putting it on repeat; I just got this picture of the movie of my life...Jesus walking right along side me; running with me when i was running, and then those other times carrying me through the tough stuff...but just smiling&lt;br /&gt;through everything, through all of it- because He knows the end. and it's GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tonight God was saying something like this:&lt;br /&gt;"I want to do so much more in you, and through you-but...let me empty&lt;br /&gt;you, even of some good things. Let me do it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I wanna see the day when a whole generation is totally abandoned to that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So give it all; just trust. God is good...so let him be good. Let Him be God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::meg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001197219819784408-5178336163757396506?l=themomentspassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentspassed.blogspot.com/feeds/5178336163757396506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8001197219819784408&amp;postID=5178336163757396506' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001197219819784408/posts/default/5178336163757396506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001197219819784408/posts/default/5178336163757396506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentspassed.blogspot.com/2009/05/arms-wide-open.html' title='Arms Open Wide'/><author><name>.:meagan.rae:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05624523894404607183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1JJDrppkHFA/SJnSit2fVxI/AAAAAAAAAGM/v4KIgzxdS2g/s1600-R/Photo%2B124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001197219819784408.post-4772092470464285044</id><published>2009-05-20T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T08:10:33.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes and Amen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 20-22Whatever God has promised gets stamped with the Yes of Jesus. In him, this is what we preach and pray, the great Amen, God's Yes and our Yes together, gloriously evident. God affirms us, making us a sure thing in Christ, putting his Yes within us. By his Spirit he has stamped us with his eternal pledge—a sure beginning of what he is destined to complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 Corinthians 1:20 (MSG)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Run in "YES" and declare in "AMEN" today!&lt;br /&gt;meg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001197219819784408-4772092470464285044?l=themomentspassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentspassed.blogspot.com/feeds/4772092470464285044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8001197219819784408&amp;postID=4772092470464285044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001197219819784408/posts/default/4772092470464285044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001197219819784408/posts/default/4772092470464285044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentspassed.blogspot.com/2009/05/yes-and-amen.html' title='Yes and Amen'/><author><name>.:meagan.rae:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05624523894404607183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1JJDrppkHFA/SJnSit2fVxI/AAAAAAAAAGM/v4KIgzxdS2g/s1600-R/Photo%2B124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001197219819784408.post-3076056054706481288</id><published>2009-05-18T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T08:13:03.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>::new song:: Psalm 23</title><content type='html'>why not blog via song? i was meditating on Psalm 23 all day yesterday... listen below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 23&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.odeo.com/flash/audio_player_standard_gray.swf" quality="high" allowscriptaccess="always" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="valid_sample_rate=true&amp;amp;external_url=http://www.dustinlamont.com/meagan/Psalm23.mp3" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" width="300" height="52"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001197219819784408-3076056054706481288?l=themomentspassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentspassed.blogspot.com/feeds/3076056054706481288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8001197219819784408&amp;postID=3076056054706481288' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001197219819784408/posts/default/3076056054706481288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001197219819784408/posts/default/3076056054706481288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentspassed.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-song-psalm-23.html' title='::new song:: Psalm 23'/><author><name>.:meagan.rae:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05624523894404607183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1JJDrppkHFA/SJnSit2fVxI/AAAAAAAAAGM/v4KIgzxdS2g/s1600-R/Photo%2B124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001197219819784408.post-5138664093570552345</id><published>2009-05-01T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T13:09:28.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Psalm 113</title><content type='html'>&lt;sup id="en-MSG-13843" class="versenum" value="1-3"&gt;LOVE this Psalm from the message version::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-3&lt;/sup&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hallelujah!&lt;/span&gt; You who serve &lt;span style="font-variant: small-caps;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt;, praise &lt;span style="font-variant: small-caps;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;      Just to speak his name is praise!&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Just to remember &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-variant: small-caps; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt; is a blessing— &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;      now and tomorrow and always. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   From east to west, from dawn to dusk,&lt;br /&gt;      keep lifting all your praises to &lt;span style="font-variant: small-caps;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;sup id="en-MSG-13844" class="versenum" value="4-9"&gt;4-9&lt;/sup&gt; &lt;span style="font-variant: small-caps; font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt; is higher than anything and anyone, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;      outshining everything you can see in the skies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Who can compare with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-variant: small-caps; font-family: verdana;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;, our God, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;      so majestically enthroned, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;   Surveying his magnificent &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;      heavens and earth? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:100%;" &gt;He picks up the poor from out of the dirt,&lt;br /&gt;      rescues the wretched who've been thrown out with the trash,&lt;br /&gt;   Seats them among the honored guests,&lt;br /&gt;      a place of honor among the brightest and best. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   He gives childless couples a family,&lt;br /&gt;      gives them joy as the parents of children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;   Hallelujah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::meg&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/8001197219819784408-5138664093570552345?l=themomentspassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentspassed.blogspot.com/feeds/5138664093570552345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8001197219819784408&amp;postID=5138664093570552345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001197219819784408/posts/default/5138664093570552345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001197219819784408/posts/default/5138664093570552345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentspassed.blogspot.com/2009/05/psalm-113.html' title='Psalm 113'/><author><name>.:meagan.rae:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05624523894404607183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1JJDrppkHFA/SJnSit2fVxI/AAAAAAAAAGM/v4KIgzxdS2g/s1600-R/Photo%2B124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001197219819784408.post-6618796945804429484</id><published>2009-04-24T00:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T12:49:31.672-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='podcast'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>This I Believe :: Podcast</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had an assignment for my English class... to create a podcast about "this i believe." What a way to share my faith!!!!!  i had fun doing it...even though i waited until the night before. and it's now 3am. :) My professor doesn't know what's coming. I love that :) Visit my page and Listen Below...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.odeo.com/flash/audio_player_standard_gray.swf" quality="high" allowscriptaccess="always" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="valid_sample_rate=true&amp;amp;external_url=http://www.dustinlamont.com/meagan/thisibelieve.mp3" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" height="52" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001197219819784408-6618796945804429484?l=themomentspassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=2e727b8b99586acc&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentspassed.blogspot.com/feeds/6618796945804429484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8001197219819784408&amp;postID=6618796945804429484' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001197219819784408/posts/default/6618796945804429484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001197219819784408/posts/default/6618796945804429484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentspassed.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-i-believe-podcast.html' title='This I Believe :: Podcast'/><author><name>.:meagan.rae:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05624523894404607183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1JJDrppkHFA/SJnSit2fVxI/AAAAAAAAAGM/v4KIgzxdS2g/s1600-R/Photo%2B124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001197219819784408.post-5884548650731764175</id><published>2009-04-14T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T16:25:33.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tragedy and Jesus... and Me</title><content type='html'>Last week one of my friends went through a tragedy...something that makes the worries of the economy seem &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;frivolous&lt;/span&gt;; issues of political debate, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wasteful&lt;/span&gt;; daily inconveniences, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;trivial&lt;/span&gt;. I sat with this friend and held her hand, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;listened&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;For a while time almost stood still. Faith and hope felt compressed- composure hanging on by a thread; and I had no words. It was amazing to me that I had no words. I could re assure her how much God loves her and that He has a purpose and a plan for her life and everything we go through- and I did! Except that seemed exhausted; she knows God.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't tell her why it happened or what life will be like after. In a time like that, you forget about "humor" to cover up insecurities. You experience raw vulnerability.&lt;br /&gt;You don't ask empty questions like "How's your day?" or "Whatcha doin later?" or expect it in return.&lt;br /&gt;I think God just wanted to be with her in that moment; much like i was, holding her hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love has many expressions, some of which just don't need words. But the beauty is, God's expression of love, His word, never returns &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;void&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;deprived&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;, destitute&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;lacking&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;unoccupied&lt;/span&gt;. Which means &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;there's always something there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...even when situation rips everything else away.&lt;br /&gt;God has been speaking to me ever since that day about the importance and emphasis and definition we place on loving others. I think we itemize our love and categorize it's effect. We place OUR words in Love's mouth when it's actions actually speak so much louder. Love never goes away, just like God's word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever stopped to think; when DID we forget about loving people? Not focusing on what they're dealing with but what they're going through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Psalm 14:4&lt;br /&gt;"Don't they know anything, all these&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; impostors&lt;/span&gt;? Don't they know they can't get away with this-treating people like a fast-food meal over which they're too busy to pray?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;When did we become an impostor of love? imposing our angle on love into others lives?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;vs 7: "Is there anyone around to save Israel? Yes. God is around; God turns life around. Turned-around Jacob skips rope, turned around Israel sings laughter."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus turns life around. He is our Father, he's our friend that sticks closer than a brother. He is our Savior, our hiding place. He's our shield and our protector. He is strong when we are weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for someone right now. God loves you. His love never leaves you or fails you. There IS life after tragedy, there IS hope after hurt. There IS peace despite pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::meg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001197219819784408-5884548650731764175?l=themomentspassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentspassed.blogspot.com/feeds/5884548650731764175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8001197219819784408&amp;postID=5884548650731764175' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001197219819784408/posts/default/5884548650731764175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001197219819784408/posts/default/5884548650731764175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentspassed.blogspot.com/2009/04/tragedy-and-jesus-and-me.html' title='Tragedy and Jesus... and Me'/><author><name>.:meagan.rae:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05624523894404607183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1JJDrppkHFA/SJnSit2fVxI/AAAAAAAAAGM/v4KIgzxdS2g/s1600-R/Photo%2B124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001197219819784408.post-8883559472674632848</id><published>2009-04-01T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T15:30:07.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging? What's Blogging??</title><content type='html'>? Oh right, that thing I do to keep no one, and every one up to date on my life and my random theological thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I've been MIA: so to give no one, and every one a quick update on my life- I've decided to post some pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;So since my last post, I turned 21:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you would think i had a pic of that. but i don't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Had my knees drained!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before picture:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1JJDrppkHFA/SdOoCDTkWlI/AAAAAAAAANY/abiFFb_VukQ/s1600-h/100_0107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1JJDrppkHFA/SdOoCDTkWlI/AAAAAAAAANY/abiFFb_VukQ/s200/100_0107.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319780338055273042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO need for an after picture of my whiteness. Just PRAISE Jesus they are back to almost better than normal :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I got a puppy!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1JJDrppkHFA/Sd5whTpnrnI/AAAAAAAAANg/xsVU0aDFYG0/s1600-h/100_0263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1JJDrppkHFA/Sd5whTpnrnI/AAAAAAAAANg/xsVU0aDFYG0/s200/100_0263.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322815527111339634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1JJDrppkHFA/Sd5yUuHNbEI/AAAAAAAAANw/TPb63hZwFBo/s1600-h/100_0257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1JJDrppkHFA/Sd5yUuHNbEI/AAAAAAAAANw/TPb63hZwFBo/s200/100_0257.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322817509899725890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His name is Jazz, He's great, I think I'll keep him. and yes...he is tiny...i realize this :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1JJDrppkHFA/Sd5xszk3rqI/AAAAAAAAANo/asoRG_rNbes/s1600-h/100_0260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1JJDrppkHFA/Sd5xszk3rqI/AAAAAAAAANo/asoRG_rNbes/s200/100_0260.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322816824171540130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Jazz and Grizz, they have matching sweaters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more from me to come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1JJDrppkHFA/Sd52twy-8KI/AAAAAAAAAN4/pqhFmzFZu-I/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 168px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1JJDrppkHFA/Sd52twy-8KI/AAAAAAAAAN4/pqhFmzFZu-I/s200/Picture+1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322822338163437730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::meg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001197219819784408-8883559472674632848?l=themomentspassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentspassed.blogspot.com/feeds/8883559472674632848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8001197219819784408&amp;postID=8883559472674632848' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001197219819784408/posts/default/8883559472674632848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001197219819784408/posts/default/8883559472674632848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentspassed.blogspot.com/2009/04/blogging-whats-blogging.html' title='Blogging? What&apos;s Blogging??'/><author><name>.:meagan.rae:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05624523894404607183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1JJDrppkHFA/SJnSit2fVxI/AAAAAAAAAGM/v4KIgzxdS2g/s1600-R/Photo%2B124.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1JJDrppkHFA/SdOoCDTkWlI/AAAAAAAAANY/abiFFb_VukQ/s72-c/100_0107.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001197219819784408.post-2896850922922279033</id><published>2009-02-20T11:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T13:15:20.314-08:00</updated><title type='text'>{a few of my favorite things}</title><content type='html'>With the new year, and spring on it's way... and my birthday on tuesday... (*hint hint*) :) I am SOO in the "(re)-decorating my room" mood... so here are a few of my favorite things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOoove this &lt;a href="http://www.urbanoutfitters.com/urban/catalog/productdetail.jsp?_dyncharset=ISO-8859-1&amp;amp;navAction=jump&amp;amp;id=14182406&amp;amp;search=true&amp;amp;isProduct=true&amp;amp;parentid=SEARCH+RESULTS&amp;amp;color=07"&gt;headboard&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.urbanoutfitters.com/urban/catalog/productdetail.jsp?_dyncharset=ISO-8859-1&amp;amp;navAction=jump&amp;amp;id=15658313&amp;amp;search=true&amp;amp;isProduct=true&amp;amp;parentid=SEARCH+RESULTS&amp;amp;color=01"&gt;Cherry Blossom Wall decor&lt;/a&gt; from Urban&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.urbanoutfitters.com/is/image/UrbanOutfitters/14182406_07_b?$magnify$"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 281px;" src="http://images.urbanoutfitters.com/is/image/UrbanOutfitters/14182406_07_b?$magnify$" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.urbanoutfitters.com/is/image/UrbanOutfitters/15658313_01_b?$magnify$"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 88px; height: 132px;" src="http://images.urbanoutfitters.com/is/image/UrbanOutfitters/15658313_01_b?$magnify$" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want this &lt;a href="http://www.urbanoutfitters.com/urban/catalog/productdetail.jsp?itemdescription=true&amp;amp;itemCount=60&amp;amp;startValue=1&amp;amp;selectedProductColor=&amp;amp;sortby=&amp;amp;id=11913225&amp;amp;parentid=A_FURN_RUGS&amp;amp;sortProperties=+product.marketingPriority,-product.startDate&amp;amp;navCount=129&amp;amp;navAction=poppushpush&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;pushId=A_FURN_RUGS&amp;amp;popId=APARTMENT_FURNISH&amp;amp;prepushId="&gt;rug&lt;/a&gt;! (also from &lt;a href="http://www.urbanoutfitters.com/urban/catalog/category.jsp?specialCategory=false&amp;amp;navAction=jump&amp;amp;navCount=126&amp;amp;itemCount=60&amp;amp;id=APARTMENT"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Urban)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.urbanoutfitters.com/is/image/UrbanOutfitters/11913225_52_g?$magnify$"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 241px;" src="http://images.urbanoutfitters.com/is/image/UrbanOutfitters/11913225_52_g?$magnify$" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this &lt;a href="http://www.urbanoutfitters.com/urban/catalog/productdetail.jsp?_dyncharset=ISO-8859-1&amp;amp;navAction=jump&amp;amp;id=12314225&amp;amp;search=true&amp;amp;isProduct=true&amp;amp;parentid=SEARCH+RESULTS&amp;amp;color=10"&gt;chandelier&lt;/a&gt;! (i have a cute little corner that really needs this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.urbanoutfitters.com/is/image/UrbanOutfitters/12314225_10_g?$detailmain$"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 87px; height: 134px;" src="http://images.urbanoutfitters.com/is/image/UrbanOutfitters/12314225_10_g?$detailmain$" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS &lt;a href="http://www.urbanoutfitters.com/urban/catalog/productdetail.jsp?_dyncharset=ISO-8859-1&amp;amp;navAction=jump&amp;amp;id=13725130&amp;amp;search=true&amp;amp;isProduct=true&amp;amp;parentid=SEARCH+RESULTS&amp;amp;color=10"&gt;spindle lamp base&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.urbanoutfitters.com/is/image/UrbanOutfitters/13725130_10_d?$detailmain$"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 83px; height: 126px;" src="http://images.urbanoutfitters.com/is/image/UrbanOutfitters/13725130_10_d?$detailmain$" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh to dream the dream of decorating. Happy Friday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::meg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001197219819784408-2896850922922279033?l=themomentspassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentspassed.blogspot.com/feeds/2896850922922279033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8001197219819784408&amp;postID=2896850922922279033' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001197219819784408/posts/default/2896850922922279033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001197219819784408/posts/default/2896850922922279033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentspassed.blogspot.com/2009/02/few-of-my-favorite-things.html' title='{a few of my favorite things}'/><author><name>.:meagan.rae:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05624523894404607183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1JJDrppkHFA/SJnSit2fVxI/AAAAAAAAAGM/v4KIgzxdS2g/s1600-R/Photo%2B124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001197219819784408.post-9440861269449674</id><published>2009-02-12T13:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T16:21:04.238-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith&amp;Grace</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking a lot lately about faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not just a cute little quaint and saint-ish Christianized "faith" but deep, real, passionate FAITH that moves mountains and changes circumstance. The difference to me is the value I place on the reality of Faith and the connection I have begun to make (or modify) with the concept of Grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't just been thinking about faith- i've really been challenged in actually walking in faith. Here I realize that I need grace AND faith. It's a place where "putting feet to my faith" and "walking in grace" meet and it's not just about asking for faith, or asking for grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm convinced that all too often we associate grace as something we decide we need in a circumstance hoping it will "get better" and we associate faith as hope that it WILL "get better." I think we have it all backwards or at least far too compartmentalized!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, i  need grace to stand in faith; and I most certainly need faith to walk in grace.&lt;br /&gt;Today, i can't just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt; about faith and grace, but i have to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;live&lt;/span&gt; faith and grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My challenge today is to meditate on my use of faith IN grace. I don't just have faith that my circumstance will get better, I walk by grace in faith that it's already taken care of!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best of all, everything is so that God can show his glory. I'm so comforted by that. God never fails!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Then Jesus said, "Did I not tell you that if you believed, you would see the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;glory&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; of God?" (John 11:40)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And I will do whatever you ask in my name, so that the Son may bring &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;glory&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; to the Father (John 14:13)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::meg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001197219819784408-9440861269449674?l=themomentspassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentspassed.blogspot.com/feeds/9440861269449674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8001197219819784408&amp;postID=9440861269449674' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001197219819784408/posts/default/9440861269449674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001197219819784408/posts/default/9440861269449674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentspassed.blogspot.com/2009/02/faith.html' title='Faith&amp;Grace'/><author><name>.:meagan.rae:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05624523894404607183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1JJDrppkHFA/SJnSit2fVxI/AAAAAAAAAGM/v4KIgzxdS2g/s1600-R/Photo%2B124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001197219819784408.post-6684305215051486984</id><published>2009-02-06T16:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T16:22:51.325-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh the joys</title><content type='html'>of working at the church. we get some wonderful donations sometimes... like... this! I thought i would share the joy ;)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1JJDrppkHFA/SYzTw6-hfOI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/ukiRXqkHrDY/s1600-h/Photo+92.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1JJDrppkHFA/SYzTw6-hfOI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/ukiRXqkHrDY/s200/Photo+92.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299843698926910690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1JJDrppkHFA/SYzTcdXjdAI/AAAAAAAAAMI/f3Pon5Rfv9w/s1600-h/Photo+146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1JJDrppkHFA/SYzTcdXjdAI/AAAAAAAAAMI/f3Pon5Rfv9w/s200/Photo+146.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299843347381449730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[that is me trying to do the same face, i know, i'm ridiculous]&lt;br /&gt; HAPPY FRIDAY! Have a good weekend everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::meg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001197219819784408-6684305215051486984?l=themomentspassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentspassed.blogspot.com/feeds/6684305215051486984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8001197219819784408&amp;postID=6684305215051486984' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001197219819784408/posts/default/6684305215051486984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001197219819784408/posts/default/6684305215051486984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentspassed.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh-joys.html' title='Oh the joys'/><author><name>.:meagan.rae:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05624523894404607183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1JJDrppkHFA/SJnSit2fVxI/AAAAAAAAAGM/v4KIgzxdS2g/s1600-R/Photo%2B124.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1JJDrppkHFA/SYzTw6-hfOI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/ukiRXqkHrDY/s72-c/Photo+92.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001197219819784408.post-4209018647168246702</id><published>2009-01-22T17:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T17:05:35.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Psalm 145</title><content type='html'>This Psalm is wonderful! Take a moment, read and reflection on how big God is in your own life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="en-NLT-16297" class="sup"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt; I will exalt you, my God and King,&lt;br /&gt;      and praise your name forever and ever.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span id="en-NLT-16298" class="sup"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt; I will praise you every day;&lt;br /&gt;      yes, I will praise you forever.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span id="en-NLT-16299" class="sup"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt; Great is the L&lt;span style="font-variant: small-caps;"&gt;ord&lt;/span&gt;! He is most worthy of praise!&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No one can measure his greatness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span id="en-NLT-16300" class="sup"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt; Let each generation tell its children of your mighty acts;&lt;br /&gt;      let them proclaim your power.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" id="en-NLT-16301" class="sup"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I will meditate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=ps%20145;&amp;amp;version=51;#fen-NLT-16301b" title="See footnote b"&gt;b&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; on your majestic, glorious splendor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;      and your wonderful miracles&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span id="en-NLT-16302" class="sup"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt; Your awe-inspiring deeds will be on every tongue;&lt;br /&gt;      I will proclaim your greatness.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span id="en-NLT-16303" class="sup"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt; Everyone will share the story of your wonderful goodness;&lt;br /&gt;      they will sing with joy about your righteousness.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span id="en-NLT-16304" class="sup"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt; The L&lt;span style="font-variant: small-caps;"&gt;ord&lt;/span&gt; is merciful and compassionate,&lt;br /&gt;      slow to get angry and filled with unfailing love.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span id="en-NLT-16305" class="sup"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt; The L&lt;span style="font-variant: small-caps;"&gt;ord&lt;/span&gt; is good to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;      He showers compassion on all his creation.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span id="en-NLT-16306" class="sup"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt; All of your works will thank you, L&lt;span style="font-variant: small-caps;"&gt;ord&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;      and your faithful followers will praise you.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span id="en-NLT-16307" class="sup"&gt;11&lt;/span&gt; They will speak of the glory of your kingdom;&lt;br /&gt;      they will give examples of your power.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span id="en-NLT-16308" class="sup"&gt;12&lt;/span&gt; They will tell about your mighty deeds&lt;br /&gt;      and about the majesty and glory of your reign.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span id="en-NLT-16309" class="sup"&gt;13&lt;/span&gt; For your kingdom is an everlasting kingdom.&lt;br /&gt;      You rule throughout all generations.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;   The L&lt;span style="font-variant: small-caps;"&gt;ord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt; always&lt;/span&gt; keeps his promises;&lt;br /&gt;      he is gracious in all he does.&lt;sup&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=ps%20145;&amp;amp;version=51;#fen-NLT-16309c" title="See footnote c"&gt;c&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span id="en-NLT-16310" class="sup"&gt;14&lt;/span&gt; The L&lt;span style="font-variant: small-caps;"&gt;ord&lt;/span&gt; helps the fallen&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and lifts those bent beneath their loads.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span id="en-NLT-16311" class="sup"&gt;15&lt;/span&gt; The eyes of all look to you in hope;&lt;br /&gt;      you give them their food as they need it.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span id="en-NLT-16312" class="sup"&gt;16&lt;/span&gt; When you open your hand,&lt;br /&gt;      you satisfy the hunger and thirst of every living thing.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span id="en-NLT-16313" class="sup"&gt;17&lt;/span&gt; The L&lt;span style="font-variant: small-caps;"&gt;ord&lt;/span&gt; is righteous in everything he does;&lt;br /&gt;      he is filled with kindness.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span id="en-NLT-16314" class="sup"&gt;18&lt;/span&gt; The L&lt;span style="font-variant: small-caps;"&gt;ord&lt;/span&gt; is close to all who call on him,&lt;br /&gt;      yes, to all who call on him in truth.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span id="en-NLT-16315" class="sup"&gt;19&lt;/span&gt; He grants the desires of those who fear him;&lt;br /&gt;      he hears their cries for help and rescues them.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span id="en-NLT-16316" class="sup"&gt;20&lt;/span&gt; The L&lt;span style="font-variant: small-caps;"&gt;ord&lt;/span&gt; protects all those who love him,&lt;br /&gt;      but he destroys the wicked.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span id="en-NLT-16317" class="sup"&gt;21&lt;/span&gt; I will praise the L&lt;span style="font-variant: small-caps;"&gt;ord&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;      and may everyone on earth bless his holy name&lt;br /&gt;      forever and ever.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;:meg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001197219819784408-4209018647168246702?l=themomentspassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentspassed.blogspot.com/feeds/4209018647168246702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8001197219819784408&amp;postID=4209018647168246702' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001197219819784408/posts/default/4209018647168246702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001197219819784408/posts/default/4209018647168246702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentspassed.blogspot.com/2009/01/psalm-145.html' title='Psalm 145'/><author><name>.:meagan.rae:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05624523894404607183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1JJDrppkHFA/SJnSit2fVxI/AAAAAAAAAGM/v4KIgzxdS2g/s1600-R/Photo%2B124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001197219819784408.post-2571643173285959643</id><published>2009-01-22T16:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T17:08:37.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Salutations!</title><content type='html'>Aah school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second semester has begun, and with it the onslaught of homework shoving it's way into my seemingly stuffed schedule. :) I haven't blogged in a little while, so here i share with you my assigned "introduction letter" to my ENG prof. There are so many ways to introduce yourself and so many things to consider! I did a quick mental speech to "hurry, be creative!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;Salutations, a pleasure to meet you! My name is &lt;st1:personname st="on"&gt;Meagan&lt;/st1:personname&gt;, I am 20 years old and employed full time as an executive administrative assistant. To introduce myself in hip, slang terms "I heart" family, friends, ministry, music, a good theological conversation, church, chai tea lattes, chocolate, laughing, decorating, meeting new people, and traveling. An ideal day for me is listening to a great album and letting my thoughts fly. I over analyze most everything, but have a sincere appreciation for the simply joys in life. An untraditional student with traditional educational values, I took two years after high school to complete an internship and have now jumped back into the academic world to obtain a Bachelor degree in Social Science. People are my goal. I am a firm believer that we all contribute to each other's lives in some way and for some reason and I would hope that my contribution is positive! From this class I hope to achieve 3 credits to subtract from the 100-some credits left in my journey to a diploma; but being a perfectionist of sorts you can be assured I will not take this class lightly. It’s not a perfect GPA or a shining record I toil over as much as it is the personal conviction to do my best I can in anything I set out to do. I am ever learning and always curious! It was Diane Ackerman who said: “"I don't want to get to the end of my life and find that I have just lived the length of it. I want to have lived the width of it as well." Here is to life, learning, and the places and faces we find along the way!&lt;/p&gt;  :meg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001197219819784408-2571643173285959643?l=themomentspassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentspassed.blogspot.com/feeds/2571643173285959643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8001197219819784408&amp;postID=2571643173285959643' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001197219819784408/posts/default/2571643173285959643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001197219819784408/posts/default/2571643173285959643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentspassed.blogspot.com/2009/01/salutations.html' title='Salutations!'/><author><name>.:meagan.rae:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05624523894404607183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1JJDrppkHFA/SJnSit2fVxI/AAAAAAAAAGM/v4KIgzxdS2g/s1600-R/Photo%2B124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001197219819784408.post-1676969593178646559</id><published>2009-01-10T22:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T22:06:14.117-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Follow Me</title><content type='html'>Right now I'm driving home from a wedding trip to Idaho Falls. True farm country with a love for potato museums and country music. :) for any of you that haven't drivin this way through Idaho, its basically the straightest, most eneventful, flat, desert drive. Being the Meagan that I am, I find myself looking out the window in deep thought. I admit that weddings are both exciting and pestering. Each bridesmaid dress I wear or wedding jingle I sing seems to yet be another poke of singlehood awareness. :) ("The Prayer" duet anyone!? Haha) Being single is not the focus of what I'm writing :) But just like this straight, desert drive I'm reminded of just how great and gracious my God is. I'm so amazed at his hand on my life. I got to walk the halls of my old church, and see faces I haven't seen in over a decade. The whole time I was thinking of what my life would be like if I had gone a different way and furthermore wondering with excitement what my life will be like in yet another decade. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Follow me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my Jesus who graciously, lovingly, and purposefully called my name. Placed a destiny specific to the road I would walk. Healed me over and over and over again. Guided me through the pains, and smiled with the joys. I love that he is STILL graciously, lovingly, and purposefully directing me, healing me (amen), guiding me, and lifting my head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Even at this very moment, missing a deer on the road) :)&lt;br /&gt;"So don't worry about anything, pray about everything"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its amazing to piece together the impact every step in your life makes... Even more so amazing to think that its just obedience that God wants. He makes all the difference in the world, so let him. God never disappoints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I hear the still reminder, "just follow me" &lt;br /&gt;Let Jesus whisper to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001197219819784408-1676969593178646559?l=themomentspassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentspassed.blogspot.com/feeds/1676969593178646559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8001197219819784408&amp;postID=1676969593178646559' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001197219819784408/posts/default/1676969593178646559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001197219819784408/posts/default/1676969593178646559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentspassed.blogspot.com/2009/01/follow-me.html' title='Follow Me'/><author><name>.:meagan.rae:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05624523894404607183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1JJDrppkHFA/SJnSit2fVxI/AAAAAAAAAGM/v4KIgzxdS2g/s1600-R/Photo%2B124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001197219819784408.post-2361279951693945935</id><published>2008-12-19T09:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T10:00:47.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>- let us adore -</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking a lot about this passage in John 14 ::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span id="en-MSG-11458" class="sup"&gt;11-14&lt;/span&gt;"Believe me: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am in my Father and my Father is in me&lt;/span&gt;. If you can't believe that, believe what you see—these works. The person who trusts me will not only do what I'm doing but even greater things, because I, on my way to the Father, am giving you the same work to do that I've been doing. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You can count on it&lt;/span&gt;" (MSG).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever stopped to think about the significance of this passage? Here Jesus is, right before his betrayal, telling His disciples that He is in the Father, and the Father is in him and that His disciples, with nicknames like "doubting Thomas" or such followers with names like Philip's having no incredible etymological meaning but "Lover of horses"  are going to do GREATER works than the Messiah,? "You can count on it."?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Jesus says :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="en-MSG-11459" class="sup"&gt;15-17&lt;/span&gt;"If you love me, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;show it&lt;/span&gt; by doing what I've told you. I will talk to the Father, and he'll provide you another Friend so that you will always have someone with you. This Friend is the Spirit of Truth. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The godless world can't take him in because it doesn't have eyes to see him, doesn't know what to look for.&lt;/span&gt; But you know him already because he has been staying with you, and will even be in you! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span id="en-MSG-11460" class="sup"&gt;18-20&lt;/span&gt;"I will not leave you orphaned. I'm coming back. In just a little while the world will no longer see me, but you're going to see me &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;because I am alive and you're about to come alive&lt;/span&gt;. At that moment you will know absolutely that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm in my Father, and you're in me, and I'm in you&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;Ok doubting Thomas and [Insert your name here] What does this mean today? On the other side of the cross it means we've come alive, It means that the world doesn't have Jesus in the flesh anymore, It means that you are in Jesus, Jesus is in you, which means the Father is in you, which mean you have the power to do great works.&lt;br /&gt;This world is broken and abandoned. What does the Father do? He loves, and adores his kids. The world &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;doesn't have eyes to see him, and don't know what to look for. &lt;/span&gt;They really haven't experienced Jesus, or the Father. They aren't looking for that. What they are looking for and what they do see is you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When I think about the poetic statement :: "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;I'm in my Father, and you're in me, and I'm in you" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I think about the glory, the love, the compassion, the grace, the tenderness and adoration of the Father in me, in you; through me, through you. I think about all those that are broken and don't understand the adoration of ANY father, let alone THE Father. And i think about the action that Jesus is commissioning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within the context of adoration, there is an action.&lt;br /&gt;Today, my goal is to see and run to the broken, the unlovely, the abandoned, and be a work of the Father's adoration to them. Hopefully they see the adoration of the Father in me, that their heads could be lifted, and that the King of Glory could come in. According to John 14:14, I can count on it happening! And "greater works"? I can count on that too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's revival!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="en-MSG-11461" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;::meg&lt;br /&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/8001197219819784408-2361279951693945935?l=themomentspassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentspassed.blogspot.com/feeds/2361279951693945935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8001197219819784408&amp;postID=2361279951693945935' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001197219819784408/posts/default/2361279951693945935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001197219819784408/posts/default/2361279951693945935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentspassed.blogspot.com/2008/12/let-us-adore.html' title='- let us adore -'/><author><name>.:meagan.rae:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05624523894404607183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1JJDrppkHFA/SJnSit2fVxI/AAAAAAAAAGM/v4KIgzxdS2g/s1600-R/Photo%2B124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001197219819784408.post-6937296220275735569</id><published>2008-12-14T21:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T21:40:29.229-08:00</updated><title type='text'>[ Let God be God ]</title><content type='html'>Right now I'm working on my final speech/sermonette for my Biblical Comm class...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm studying John 14 and came upon some amazing word truth... I may go into further detail of the challenge and application in John 14; but 4 points in this chapter right away (vs 1) are to &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;believe, adhere, trust, and rely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;BELIEVE&lt;/span&gt; is to have confidence which comes from the root of "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;confide&lt;/span&gt;" which is to &lt;i&gt;impart secrets trustfully; discuss private matters or problems &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;ADHERE&lt;/span&gt; is&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; to&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;stay, to be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;consistent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;TRUST&lt;/span&gt; is very similar to believing&lt;i&gt;. It is to again, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;confide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;RELY&lt;/span&gt; is to&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; depend &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;which is to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic;"&gt; to be subordinate to another linguistic form in the same construction; to form a part of a construction&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; other than&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic;"&gt; the head&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Just a little piece of the Jesus-theme in my life&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;As I was declaring in my last post :: {&lt;a href="http://themomentspassed.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-believe.html"&gt;I Believe&lt;/a&gt;} :: which means I consistently believe, confide, abide, believe, trust and depend. THAT'S my role and part as the daughter...(other than, meaning, NOT the head) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Let God be God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::meg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001197219819784408-6937296220275735569?l=themomentspassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentspassed.blogspot.com/feeds/6937296220275735569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8001197219819784408&amp;postID=6937296220275735569' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001197219819784408/posts/default/6937296220275735569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001197219819784408/posts/default/6937296220275735569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentspassed.blogspot.com/2008/12/let-god-be-god.html' title='[ Let God be God ]'/><author><name>.:meagan.rae:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05624523894404607183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1JJDrppkHFA/SJnSit2fVxI/AAAAAAAAAGM/v4KIgzxdS2g/s1600-R/Photo%2B124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001197219819784408.post-8988548856679440838</id><published>2008-12-12T12:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T13:08:02.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>{I Believe}</title><content type='html'>I believe you, God&lt;br /&gt;I believe that you are who you say that you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; I believe your love never fails- which means that YOU never fail because you are love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; I believe in the power of the cross- that you died for my sin and for my sickness&lt;br /&gt;I believe that I'm your daughter and I have a spiritual inheritance of&lt;br /&gt;life, love, hope, peace, healing, and joy&lt;br /&gt;I believe that you want to bless me abundantly&lt;br /&gt;I believe that you have a plan and a purpose and that you work all&lt;br /&gt;things for my good and for the kingdom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; I believe that I have a testimony and thank you that it can't be found as faulty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; I believe your word over the word of doctors, specialists, lab&lt;br /&gt;results, symptoms and pain.&lt;br /&gt;You created this body- you know how it is perfected&lt;br /&gt;I believe in your truth, and your truth has set me free, and your&lt;br /&gt;freedom not only delivered me from the past, but the now, and the&lt;br /&gt;later.&lt;br /&gt;I believe the report of the lord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I trust in you&lt;br /&gt;My hope is in you&lt;br /&gt;My faith is in you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm made perfect in weakness and made glad in victory. Victory of the&lt;br /&gt;cross which means my total victory has already been declared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live on the other side of the cross and walk in the power and&lt;br /&gt;authority of the cross. I'm not bound in sin or burden or curse but&lt;br /&gt;made alive by the blood, sustained by mercy and identified by grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::meg::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001197219819784408-8988548856679440838?l=themomentspassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentspassed.blogspot.com/feeds/8988548856679440838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8001197219819784408&amp;postID=8988548856679440838' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001197219819784408/posts/default/8988548856679440838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001197219819784408/posts/default/8988548856679440838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentspassed.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-believe.html' title='{I Believe}'/><author><name>.:meagan.rae:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05624523894404607183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1JJDrppkHFA/SJnSit2fVxI/AAAAAAAAAGM/v4KIgzxdS2g/s1600-R/Photo%2B124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001197219819784408.post-2868725447836151341</id><published>2008-12-04T15:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T16:11:48.588-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Down memory lane...</title><content type='html'>I was organizing documents in my computer when I came across a paper I wrote last year for an Intern assignment. I barely remember writing it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was cool about reading through this paper, was that it relates so much to the sermon series right now! "DO!" The assignment was to literally DO several "random acts of kindness" to total strangers.  My fav memory of a random act I did was writing a sticky note that said something like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; " i don't know your name, or your life story- but i do know Jesus loves you and has a plan for you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...going to my local bank drive through, sticking the note in the tube, and driving off. :) maybe not the SMARTEST random act being a bank and all; but fun none-the-less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In honor of literary memory lane, and because I've been very bad at blogging lately, here are some &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;excerpts&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;( i realize 98% of readers will leave my blog at the sight of such a long post, but oh well) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:::::::::::::::::::::::::: "Kindness" ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As was said in an old Irish Proverb, “A kind word never broke anyone’s mouth.” In the same sense it is true that a smile never truly “cracks”, and at least in my experience a simple “hello” has yet to instigate personal bodily injury. So why then does it seem almost a sub culture for anyone to truly confess ownership of these so called “random acts of kindness”? While business and the monotony of everyday life can seem a good excuse, as Christians this is not so. Kindness is not an action but a quality of man’s character. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The action of kindness is birthed when the reality of Christ-like behavior is conceived&lt;/span&gt;. Christ was not restricted by time or convenience or degree of relationship with others; His character was inherently kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our time is very valuable; there is no doubt about that. Yet we compartmentalize our time into categories of “work” and “leisure” and “ministry.” We put on our work hat, busy with schedules and paper trails. When it comes to leisure, we would rather keep that personal and sacred. When ministry time finally comes around we almost have to switch gears in our minds to accommodate the now visible need rather than recognizing that our ministry is through our relationship with our Father&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Not our will but yours be done.” If our hearts cry truly is that Christ would dwell inside of us with close intimacy, how can we justify the fabrication of terms and conditions so that His purpose fits within our time constraints? This negates the influence our kindness possesses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can admit that I am quite good at randomly being kind to the people that I know and have a close relationship with. When I was pondering this assignment I thought about how challenging it was to consciously make an effort to be kind to people I do not know at all. We must have a willingness to acknowledge a stranger. Matt 8:1-4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I seek to develop the character of kindness, I am reminded that in my training and until my perfection in heaven, I am representing the Lord Jesus, the perfect example of kindness. Jesus was one who was not hindered by ethnic and cultural prejudice and who sought out opportunity."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::::meg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm challenged! AGAIN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001197219819784408-2868725447836151341?l=themomentspassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentspassed.blogspot.com/feeds/2868725447836151341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8001197219819784408&amp;postID=2868725447836151341' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001197219819784408/posts/default/2868725447836151341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001197219819784408/posts/default/2868725447836151341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentspassed.blogspot.com/2008/12/down-memory-lane.html' title='Down memory lane...'/><author><name>.:meagan.rae:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05624523894404607183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1JJDrppkHFA/SJnSit2fVxI/AAAAAAAAAGM/v4KIgzxdS2g/s1600-R/Photo%2B124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001197219819784408.post-916827859586735502</id><published>2008-12-02T00:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T00:35:26.301-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you related to...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new;"&gt;NOTICE: The following description and it's contents are true. Any resemblance to real persons, is purely NOT coincidental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sweet lady&lt;/span&gt; says to me :: "Are you related to Meg?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt; :: "Oh! Hmm Meg... who?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sweet lady&lt;/span&gt; :: "Oh you just look so much like her!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt; :: "How funny, what's her last name?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sweet lady&lt;/span&gt; :: "Ooh it's, Meg... Meg ... Umm Meg....MURPHY!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;  :: " ................ oh! well....... that IS me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was an actual conversation with someone this weekend. Apparently I've changed soooooooooo much in the last year"! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all had a wonderfully blessed Thanksgiving, I know I did! I had so much fun just hanging out with the family, catching up on LOST, and relaxing. :) I'm so thankful for my Savior, my family, my friends, the church, and the list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I will be posting parts of the outline I've created for a speech I'm giving in my Biblical Preaching Communications class on the book of Micah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{meg}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001197219819784408-916827859586735502?l=themomentspassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentspassed.blogspot.com/feeds/916827859586735502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8001197219819784408&amp;postID=916827859586735502' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001197219819784408/posts/default/916827859586735502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001197219819784408/posts/default/916827859586735502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentspassed.blogspot.com/2008/12/are-you-related-to.html' title='Are you related to...'/><author><name>.:meagan.rae:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05624523894404607183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1JJDrppkHFA/SJnSit2fVxI/AAAAAAAAAGM/v4KIgzxdS2g/s1600-R/Photo%2B124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001197219819784408.post-842628227453498876</id><published>2008-11-05T12:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T15:37:47.529-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...THEN it's worth it</title><content type='html'>:: I was at the store a couple of months ago  when two guys, probably early 30's walked by me and one of them said ::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I've been trying to tell him, If the good times outweigh the bad, then it's worth it!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I instantly wondered what the story behind that statement could be. A marriage or relationship? A job? Whatever the case, what a sad statement! "THEN it's worth it." &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;As though there is an option of value. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm so grateful that Christ doesn't have this outlook on me. "When Meagan is doing the right thing... THEN she's worth it." "When Meagan's not sinning...THEN she's worth it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Christ's value for me spilled out at the cross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;["&lt;a href="http://themomentspassed.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-am-worth-life-of-jesus.html"&gt;I am worth the life of Jesus&lt;/a&gt;"]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind turns to the nation. Whether you voted for Obama or McCain, the outcome is decided! I believe the church body is on sandy ground if we aren't careful of our response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;reaction&lt;/span&gt; may be: "I'm moving"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A response should be: I'm praying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;reaction&lt;/span&gt; may be: to say that Obama will soon be assassinated.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I could camp out on this point for a while. This statement enrages me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A response should be: I'm praying for his safety and soul. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;reaction &lt;/span&gt;may be: "I don't understand"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A response should be: God understands, I trust and pray in faith, not fear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;1 Peter 2:13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; we are told to respect authority: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;span id="en-NIV-30397" class="sup"&gt;13&lt;/span&gt;Submit yourselves for the Lord's sake to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;every&lt;/span&gt; authority instituted among men: whether to the king, as the supreme authority, &lt;span id="en-NIV-30398" class="sup"&gt;14&lt;/span&gt;or to governors, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;who are sent by him&lt;/span&gt; to punish those who do wrong and to commend those who do right."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Notice&lt;/span&gt; the theme of prayer. Value has been decided. Value of prayer, value my life, value of this nation, value of leaders, value of President Obama's life and value of his authority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's not WHEN it's "worth it" to pray. It's BECAUSE it's "worth it" to pray. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't vote for Barack Obama, but I support him IN PRAYER as the 44th President of the United States of America. Not only because "the Bible tells me so" but because I understand and trust the value of the statement, "&lt;a href="http://themomentspassed.blogspot.com/2008/11/no-matter-outcome.html"&gt;Christ is Supreme&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;::God Bless America::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.missxpose.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/10/barack_obama2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 185px;" src="http://www.missxpose.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/10/barack_obama2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::meg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001197219819784408-842628227453498876?l=themomentspassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentspassed.blogspot.com/feeds/842628227453498876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8001197219819784408&amp;postID=842628227453498876' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001197219819784408/posts/default/842628227453498876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001197219819784408/posts/default/842628227453498876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentspassed.blogspot.com/2008/11/then-its-worth-it.html' title='...THEN it&apos;s worth it'/><author><name>.:meagan.rae:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05624523894404607183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1JJDrppkHFA/SJnSit2fVxI/AAAAAAAAAGM/v4KIgzxdS2g/s1600-R/Photo%2B124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001197219819784408.post-4715562394439356006</id><published>2008-11-04T19:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T19:49:03.169-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No matter the outcome...</title><content type='html'>[In light of the election]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that tonight is a monumental landmark in the time line of our great country. However GREAT this country is, it so does not compare to the greatness, the holiness, and the sovereignty of our great and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AL&lt;/span&gt;mighty God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am at such incredible peace and filled with joy. God is sovereign. I'm not undermining the need for intercession and repentance on behalf of this nation and the state and degree of spiritual sickness it is in.&lt;br /&gt;Today I intercede for the body of Christ: to take up the mantel of intercession for our nation. I pray for the conviction of the Holy Spirit to raise them out of their apathy and lethargy. To purpose themselves consecrated to God and dedicated to their destined function.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also intercede for those that do not have a relationship with Christ. I believe that through this season in America there will be testimonies of salvation. I say all that to say--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was stopped in this passage of scripture tonight, Colossians 1:11-23::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="en-NLT-29436" class="sup"&gt;"11&lt;/span&gt; We also pray that you will be strengthened with all his glorious power so you will have all the endurance and patience you need. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;May you be filled with joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;sup&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=58&amp;amp;chapter=1&amp;amp;version=51#fen-NLT-29436c" title="See footnote c"&gt;c&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/sup&gt; &lt;span id="en-NLT-29437" class="sup"&gt;12&lt;/span&gt; always thanking the Father. He has enabled you to share in the inheritance that belongs to his people, who live in the light. &lt;span id="en-NLT-29438" class="sup"&gt;13&lt;/span&gt; For he has rescued us from the kingdom of darkness and transferred us into the Kingdom of his dear Son, &lt;span id="en-NLT-29439" class="sup"&gt;14&lt;/span&gt; who purchased our freedom&lt;sup&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=58&amp;amp;chapter=1&amp;amp;version=51#fen-NLT-29439d" title="See footnote d"&gt;d&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/sup&gt; and forgave our sins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Christ Is Supreme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span id="en-NLT-29440" class="sup"&gt;15&lt;/span&gt; Christ is the visible image of the invisible God.&lt;br /&gt;      He existed before anything was created and is supreme over all creation,&lt;sup&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=58&amp;amp;chapter=1&amp;amp;version=51#fen-NLT-29440e" title="See footnote e"&gt;e&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span id="en-NLT-29441" class="sup"&gt;16&lt;/span&gt; for through him God created everything&lt;br /&gt;      in the heavenly realms &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and on earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;   He made the things we can see&lt;br /&gt;      and the things we can’t see—&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;such as thrones, kingdoms, rulers, and authorities in the unseen world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Everything was created through him and for him.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span id="en-NLT-29442" class="sup"&gt;17&lt;/span&gt; He existed before anything else,&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;and he holds all creation together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span id="en-NLT-29443" class="sup"&gt;18&lt;/span&gt; Christ is also the head of the church,&lt;br /&gt;      which is his body.&lt;br /&gt;   He is the beginning,&lt;br /&gt;      supreme over all who rise from the dead.&lt;sup&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=58&amp;amp;chapter=1&amp;amp;version=51#fen-NLT-29443f" title="See footnote f"&gt;f&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      So he is first in everything.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span id="en-NLT-29444" class="sup"&gt;19&lt;/span&gt; For God in all his fullness&lt;br /&gt;      was pleased to live in Christ,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span id="en-NLT-29445" class="sup"&gt;20&lt;/span&gt; and through him God reconciled&lt;br /&gt;      everything to himself.&lt;br /&gt;   He made peace with everything in heaven and on earth&lt;br /&gt;      by means of Christ’s blood on the cross.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span id="en-NLT-29446" class="sup"&gt;21&lt;/span&gt; This includes you who were once far away from God. You were his enemies, separated from him by your evil thoughts and actions. &lt;span id="en-NLT-29447" class="sup"&gt;22&lt;/span&gt; Yet now he has reconciled you to himself through the death of Christ in his physical body. As a result, he has brought you into his own presence, and you are holy and blameless as you stand before him without a single fault.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span id="en-NLT-29448" class="sup"&gt;23&lt;/span&gt; But you must continue to believe this truth and stand firmly in it. &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Don’t drift away from the assurance you received when you heard the Good News&lt;/span&gt;. The Good News has been preached all over the world, and I, Paul, have been appointed as God’s servant to proclaim it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I love this... CHRIST IS SUPREME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amen!&lt;br /&gt;::meg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001197219819784408-4715562394439356006?l=themomentspassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentspassed.blogspot.com/feeds/4715562394439356006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8001197219819784408&amp;postID=4715562394439356006' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001197219819784408/posts/default/4715562394439356006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001197219819784408/posts/default/4715562394439356006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentspassed.blogspot.com/2008/11/no-matter-outcome.html' title='No matter the outcome...'/><author><name>.:meagan.rae:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05624523894404607183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1JJDrppkHFA/SJnSit2fVxI/AAAAAAAAAGM/v4KIgzxdS2g/s1600-R/Photo%2B124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001197219819784408.post-3210641750423653685</id><published>2008-10-26T12:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T13:08:18.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JOY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;God's really good, ya know?&lt;/span&gt; Before my awesome plan for lunch and the so appreciated Sunday nap, I had to to take a minute to talk about something I've really been thinking about and have been challenged in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is joy? Have you heard the statement that Joy isn't happiness?&lt;br /&gt;I've always totally agreed with this statement; but it's not until I experience challenge and change in my life that my idea of joy was really tested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Webster defines JOY as :::&lt;br /&gt;{ 1.a source or cause of keen pleasure or delight&lt;br /&gt;    2.something or someone greatly valued or appreciated&lt;br /&gt;      3.the expression or display of glad feeling&lt;br /&gt;         4.a state of happiness or felicity}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy is the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SOURCE&lt;/span&gt;, VALUE, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;EXPRESSION&lt;/span&gt;, and STATE of happiness. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Joy isn't simply being happy! Happiness comes FROM joy.&lt;/span&gt; It's pretty true that when you study through the Bible, you no doubt stop at Job to visualize joy in action. But even Job needed a little reminding. In Job 33:26, Elihu is speaking to Job reminding him of God's faithfulness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" id="en-NIV-13677" class="sup" &gt;26&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; He prays to God and finds favor with him, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;  he sees Go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;d's face and shouts for joy; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;  he is restored by God to his righteous state." vs 28 says :"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;He redeemed my soul from going down to the pit, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=22&amp;amp;chapter=33&amp;amp;version=31#fen-NIV-13679g" title="See footnote g"&gt;g&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;       and I will live to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;EN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" &gt;joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; the light.'"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Webster defines HAPPINESS as :::&lt;br /&gt;{ 1.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;delighted, pleased&lt;/span&gt;, or glad, as over a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;particular thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   2.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;characterized&lt;/span&gt; by or indicative of pleasure, contentment, or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     3.favored by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fortune&lt;/span&gt;; fortunate or lucky&lt;br /&gt;        4.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;obsessed&lt;/span&gt; by or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quick&lt;/span&gt; to use the item indicated }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;delightful&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pleasing&lt;/span&gt;; but it's limited to a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;particular thing&lt;/span&gt;. It's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;characteristic&lt;/span&gt; of joy, but it's often a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; quick, obsessive&lt;/span&gt; action stirred on by&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; fortune&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My challenge has been to declare with my life that &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; my delight is &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;in the Lord&lt;/span&gt; and I read that "&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;In the Lord&lt;/span&gt; there is fullness of JOY" (ps 16:11) The word doesn't say fullness of happiness, or fullness of fortunate obsession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's lasting. It's steadfast. It's not moody. It's not conditional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;God's good!!! YA KNOW?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i'm going to joyfully eat, and joyfully tap a nap, and joyfully... and joyfully... and JOYFULLY. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//meg&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/8001197219819784408-3210641750423653685?l=themomentspassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentspassed.blogspot.com/feeds/3210641750423653685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8001197219819784408&amp;postID=3210641750423653685' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001197219819784408/posts/default/3210641750423653685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001197219819784408/posts/default/3210641750423653685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentspassed.blogspot.com/2008/10/joy.html' title='JOY'/><author><name>.:meagan.rae:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05624523894404607183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1JJDrppkHFA/SJnSit2fVxI/AAAAAAAAAGM/v4KIgzxdS2g/s1600-R/Photo%2B124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001197219819784408.post-708821151206977066</id><published>2008-10-25T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T13:49:44.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>{ the things people do }</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;:::::GOPHER NOTES:::::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;This morning in class I found myself laughing at... well... myself! And my classmate next to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Since the beginning of the semester we have both sat in the same seats next to each other in the front row. (yes, I'm one of "those" students) :) Unfortunately, right in front of us is a podium of some sort. (my prof doesn't actually use it, ever) This is ONLY inconvenient when the professor writes on the board behind it. I find myself doing what I call taking "Gopher Notes"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.canada.com/1c80e43f-6eb3-4724-8464-0291601cdf8f/gopher070307.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 124px;" src="http://media.canada.com/1c80e43f-6eb3-4724-8464-0291601cdf8f/gopher070307.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;"Gopher notes" is a way to describe the silly up-and-down/ side-to-side head bobbing me and my classmate must do to read the notes written on the board.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;:::::THE OFFICE CHAIR SCOOT:::::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;I ALSO found myself laughing at what I like to call the "office chair scoot." This is when you don't actually get up off your chair to organize and find things in your office, but scoot and rotate and spin around to get where you want to go. I have a cubicle, so my space is small, which makes it even MORE funny scooting, rotating, and spinning in a small circle....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.school-clipart.com/_small/0511-0710-1112-0653.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 99px; height: 133px;" src="http://www.school-clipart.com/_small/0511-0710-1112-0653.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;:::::POSTURE:::::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;I leave you with a humorous cartoon i found about office chair posture. Something i also laugh at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.weblogcartoons.com/cb/bad-posture.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 359px; height: 348px;" src="http://www.weblogcartoons.com/cb/bad-posture.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;//meg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001197219819784408-708821151206977066?l=themomentspassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentspassed.blogspot.com/feeds/708821151206977066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8001197219819784408&amp;postID=708821151206977066' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001197219819784408/posts/default/708821151206977066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001197219819784408/posts/default/708821151206977066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentspassed.blogspot.com/2008/10/things-people-do.html' title='{ the things people do }'/><author><name>.:meagan.rae:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05624523894404607183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1JJDrppkHFA/SJnSit2fVxI/AAAAAAAAAGM/v4KIgzxdS2g/s1600-R/Photo%2B124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001197219819784408.post-4206997612011227860</id><published>2008-10-23T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T09:39:23.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Psalm 51 (MSG)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="en-MSG-13500" class="sup"&gt;1-3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Generous in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;—God, give grace! &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Huge in mercy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;—wipe out my bad record.&lt;br /&gt;   Scrub away my guilt,&lt;br /&gt;      soak out my sins in your laundry.&lt;br /&gt;   I know how bad I've been;&lt;br /&gt;      my sins are staring me down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span id="en-MSG-13501" class="sup"&gt;4-6&lt;/span&gt; You're the One I've violated, and you've seen&lt;br /&gt;      it all, seen the full extent of my evil.&lt;br /&gt;   You have all the facts before you;&lt;br /&gt;      whatever you decide about me is fair.&lt;br /&gt;   I've been out of step with you for a long time,&lt;br /&gt;      in the wrong since before I was born.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What you're after is truth from the inside out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;      Enter me, then; conceive a new, true life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span id="en-MSG-13502" class="sup"&gt;7-15&lt;/span&gt; Soak me in your laundry and I'll come out clean,&lt;br /&gt;      scrub me and I'll have a snow-white life.&lt;br /&gt;   Tune me in to foot-tapping songs,&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;set these once-broken bones to dancing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Don't look too close for blemishes,&lt;br /&gt;      give me a clean bill of health.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;God, make a fresh start in me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;shape a Genesis week from the chaos of my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Don't throw me out with the trash,&lt;br /&gt;      or fail to breathe holiness in me.&lt;br /&gt;   Bring me back from gray exile,&lt;br /&gt;      put a fresh wind in my sails!&lt;br /&gt;   Give me a job teaching rebels your ways&lt;br /&gt;      so the lost can find their way home.&lt;br /&gt;   Commute my death sentence, God, my salvation God,&lt;br /&gt;      and I'll sing anthems to your life-giving ways.&lt;br /&gt;   Unbutton my lips, dear God;&lt;br /&gt;      I'll let loose with your praise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span id="en-MSG-13503" class="sup"&gt;16-17&lt;/span&gt; Going through the motions doesn't please you,&lt;br /&gt;      a flawless performance is nothing to you.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I learned God-worship &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      when my pride was shattered.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;Heart-shattered lives ready for love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      don't for a moment escape God's notice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span id="en-MSG-13504" class="sup"&gt;18-19&lt;/span&gt; Make Zion the place you delight in,&lt;br /&gt;      repair Jerusalem's broken-down walls.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;Then you'll get real worship from us,&lt;br /&gt;      acts of worship small and large, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Including all the bulls&lt;br /&gt;      they can heave onto your altar!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001197219819784408-4206997612011227860?l=themomentspassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentspassed.blogspot.com/feeds/4206997612011227860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8001197219819784408&amp;postID=4206997612011227860' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001197219819784408/posts/default/4206997612011227860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001197219819784408/posts/default/4206997612011227860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentspassed.blogspot.com/2008/10/psalm-51-msg.html' title='Psalm 51 (MSG)'/><author><name>.:meagan.rae:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05624523894404607183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1JJDrppkHFA/SJnSit2fVxI/AAAAAAAAAGM/v4KIgzxdS2g/s1600-R/Photo%2B124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001197219819784408.post-8289621371572351893</id><published>2008-10-11T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T13:27:22.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>{.TODAY.}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"  &gt;.TODAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;I give up ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the idea of my &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;entitlement&lt;/span&gt;....{to give (a person or thing) a title, right, or claim to something; furnish with grounds for laying claim}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;...to recall His sovereignty &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;I lay down ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my self given &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...{a just claim or title/the interest or ownership a person, group, or business has in property}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;...to give room for His righteousness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;I let go ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...{a becoming or dignified sense of what is due to oneself or one's position or character; self-respect; self-esteem}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;...to glorify Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;I get over ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;weaknesses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...{a self-indulgent liking or special fondness, as for a particular thing}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;...to remember His strength&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;I pick up :: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my &lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;cross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...{a structure or monument in the form of a cross, set up for prayer, as a memorial}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;...to recall His sovereignty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;I remember ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;the splendor of His &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;majesty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...{supreme greatness or authority}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;...to give room for His righteousness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;I act ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;in immediate &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;obedience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...{obeying or willing to obey; complying with or submissive to authority}&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;...to glorify Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;I wait :: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the His &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;presence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...{The area immediately surrounding a great personage} &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;...to remember His strength&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;                                             .TODAY.                                      &lt;br /&gt;                                                  :: I &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;abide&lt;/span&gt; :: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;{to remain; continue; stay :: to have one's abode; dwell; reside :: to continue in a particular condition, attitude, relationship :: to accept without opposition or question}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;.Who is with me?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//meg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001197219819784408-8289621371572351893?l=themomentspassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentspassed.blogspot.com/feeds/8289621371572351893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8001197219819784408&amp;postID=8289621371572351893' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001197219819784408/posts/default/8289621371572351893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001197219819784408/posts/default/8289621371572351893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentspassed.blogspot.com/2008/10/today.html' title='{.TODAY.}'/><author><name>.:meagan.rae:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05624523894404607183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1JJDrppkHFA/SJnSit2fVxI/AAAAAAAAAGM/v4KIgzxdS2g/s1600-R/Photo%2B124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001197219819784408.post-7818468711265922793</id><published>2008-10-09T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T09:32:12.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>{Clinging to You}</title><content type='html'>There seems to be a theme about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;perspective&lt;/span&gt; this week, Tracy wrote specifically about perspective just yesterday (read &lt;a href="http://tracywilde.blogspot.com/2008/10/perspective.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;), and even Derek wrote about remembering God's faithfulness (read &lt;a href="http://derekhenbest.com/?p=99"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I woke up excited about the day. I should wake up with this perspective every day, but sometimes I don't. So here I insert, in the right context, the question "WHY?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I open my One Year Bible to October 9th, which starts off in Jeremiah. I get to Jeremiah 13 and read about a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;linen belt&lt;/span&gt;. God told Jeremiah to buy a linen belt, wear it, and then go bury and hide it for a while. The Bible says A LONG time after, the Lord told Jeremiah to go un-bury the linen belt only to find it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"...mildewed and falling apart. The belt was useless" (13:7).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This illustrates&lt;/span&gt; how I will rot away the pride of Judah and Jerusalem. These wicked people refuse to listen to me. They stubbornly&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt; follow their own desires &lt;/span&gt;and worship idols. Therefore, they will become like this linen belt&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;- &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;good for nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;As a belt clings to a person's waist, so I created Judah and Israel to cling to me&lt;/span&gt;," says the Lord. 'They were to be &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;my people, my pride, my glory- an honor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to my name. But they would not listen to me"(13:9-11).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;What should be my position today? CLINGING to my Jesus; not following my own desires. I for sure don't want to be "good for nothing!" &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What a perspective!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As I ABIDE in my Savior, my Father, My Lord; I live as &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;{His daughter, His pride, His glory, and an honor to His name}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{In honor of &lt;a href="http://tracywilde.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tracy's&lt;/a&gt; "Song of the Day" dedications; I've decided today to dedicate "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Clinging to the Cross&lt;/span&gt;" By Tim Hughes}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//meg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001197219819784408-7818468711265922793?l=themomentspassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentspassed.blogspot.com/feeds/7818468711265922793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8001197219819784408&amp;postID=7818468711265922793' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001197219819784408/posts/default/7818468711265922793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001197219819784408/posts/default/7818468711265922793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentspassed.blogspot.com/2008/10/clinging-to-you.html' title='{Clinging to You}'/><author><name>.:meagan.rae:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05624523894404607183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1JJDrppkHFA/SJnSit2fVxI/AAAAAAAAAGM/v4KIgzxdS2g/s1600-R/Photo%2B124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001197219819784408.post-2495077311508887212</id><published>2008-10-09T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T07:45:48.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aaat last...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;The day has come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; when I drive up to the Starbucks drive through and the Barista says &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;"Hi! Don't you get a chai?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't quite sure whether to be pleasantly surprised or finally conclude that Chai and I have become a little too close. hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1JJDrppkHFA/SO4Yx3YZzuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/iRTMJLiuAiE/s1600-h/me+%2B+chai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1JJDrppkHFA/SO4Yx3YZzuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/iRTMJLiuAiE/s400/me+%2B+chai.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255165060146908898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;NEXT time I'll mix it up and get a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Carmel Apple Cider&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;That'll &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; throw them off.....!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001197219819784408-2495077311508887212?l=themomentspassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentspassed.blogspot.com/feeds/2495077311508887212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8001197219819784408&amp;postID=2495077311508887212' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001197219819784408/posts/default/2495077311508887212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001197219819784408/posts/default/2495077311508887212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentspassed.blogspot.com/2008/10/aaat-last.html' title='Aaat last...'/><author><name>.:meagan.rae:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05624523894404607183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1JJDrppkHFA/SJnSit2fVxI/AAAAAAAAAGM/v4KIgzxdS2g/s1600-R/Photo%2B124.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1JJDrppkHFA/SO4Yx3YZzuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/iRTMJLiuAiE/s72-c/me+%2B+chai.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001197219819784408.post-7147346359558441816</id><published>2008-09-30T21:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T22:02:04.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>::: FUNCTION KICK OFF :::</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ALL COLLEGE STUDENTS! ::: THIS IS FOR YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;October 2, 2008 :: 8pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:180%;" &gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;FREE Food......................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Worship&amp;amp;Word ..............................................Relationships&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;..........................................................Hanging out! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:180%;" &gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting THIS &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Thursday, October 2nd&lt;/span&gt; we are kicking off our &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-family: verdana;"&gt;Function Night&lt;/span&gt; for all BSU/College students! We DO have ASBSU Status and are affiliated with &lt;a href="http://capitalchristian.com/"&gt;Capital Christian Center&lt;/a&gt;, in Meridian, ID.&lt;br /&gt;Our vision is to see hundreds of College students radical for the kingdom of God, discovering and effectivly FUNCTIONing in their purpose and just having a ton of fun "Doing Life Together"!  Or as one student on campus put it "Good, Sober fun!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm SOOO excited about Function this year! Not only is it just alot of fun, it is so amazing to meet together with Students; creating relationships and really working together to reach our campus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are meeting every First Thursday of the month, at 8pm at the &lt;a href="http://www.boisebsc.org/"&gt;Biblical Studies Center&lt;/a&gt; on Broadway and Belmont. If you need more information, directions, etc, contact me at 888-1060!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meagan&lt;br /&gt;President/Function BSU&lt;br /&gt;meaganrae1@gmail.com&lt;br /&gt;888-1060 ext 286&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//meg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001197219819784408-7147346359558441816?l=themomentspassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentspassed.blogspot.com/feeds/7147346359558441816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8001197219819784408&amp;postID=7147346359558441816' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001197219819784408/posts/default/7147346359558441816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001197219819784408/posts/default/7147346359558441816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentspassed.blogspot.com/2008/09/function-kick-off.html' title='::: FUNCTION KICK OFF :::'/><author><name>.:meagan.rae:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05624523894404607183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1JJDrppkHFA/SJnSit2fVxI/AAAAAAAAAGM/v4KIgzxdS2g/s1600-R/Photo%2B124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001197219819784408.post-1302607932873210460</id><published>2008-09-27T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T09:56:36.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CHECK IT!!!!</title><content type='html'>It has finally happened! Stephanie, my roomy, has joined the blogging world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go read her blog &lt;a href="http://stephaniedepold.blogspot.com/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//meg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001197219819784408-1302607932873210460?l=themomentspassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentspassed.blogspot.com/feeds/1302607932873210460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8001197219819784408&amp;postID=1302607932873210460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001197219819784408/posts/default/1302607932873210460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001197219819784408/posts/default/1302607932873210460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentspassed.blogspot.com/2008/09/check-it.html' title='CHECK IT!!!!'/><author><name>.:meagan.rae:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05624523894404607183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1JJDrppkHFA/SJnSit2fVxI/AAAAAAAAAGM/v4KIgzxdS2g/s1600-R/Photo%2B124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001197219819784408.post-3242786334928313677</id><published>2008-09-27T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T09:55:16.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The very first test</title><content type='html'>This morning was a school morning as usual. Yes, check your google calendar, it is Saturday. I, in my brilliance, enrolled in a Saturday Philosophy class from 8am-11am. While I really enjoy school, the Saturday thing seems to be throwing off my groove. Granted it is my ONLY class at BSU this semester, so I can't complain. However, I decided that it's actually HARDER only having one class because during my week I'm thinking more about work, church, etc than my "one class." Then there is the fact that a Saturday class ALMOST eliminates any "weekend study," because after class is over at 11am, I either accidentally fall asleep again or head to work, or ok I just don't feel like doing the homework right away; and Sunday study is even  more so like pulling my own teeth. All those things I need to get over; this is fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY was my very first test as a college girl. Philosophy 101. Aquinas, Anselm, Pascal, Hume, Perry and Leibniz put me to the test. I gladly accept this challenge because so much of their thought has shaped culture's view about God. OoOh how I'd like to talk to these Philosophers face to face :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I kind of like test days. Outta there in an hour flat rather than 3. It IS always a crazy thought that an hour of my time (after HOURS of reading and studing) effects SO much of my grade. Hmm, I feel a spiritual analogy coming on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to test days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//meg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001197219819784408-3242786334928313677?l=themomentspassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentspassed.blogspot.com/feeds/3242786334928313677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8001197219819784408&amp;postID=3242786334928313677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001197219819784408/posts/default/3242786334928313677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001197219819784408/posts/default/3242786334928313677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentspassed.blogspot.com/2008/09/very-first-test.html' title='The very first test'/><author><name>.:meagan.rae:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05624523894404607183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1JJDrppkHFA/SJnSit2fVxI/AAAAAAAAAGM/v4KIgzxdS2g/s1600-R/Photo%2B124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001197219819784408.post-5817181081138392145</id><published>2008-09-25T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T11:47:53.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[ kenwilde.com ]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is important for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;everyone. &lt;/span&gt;You can follow this information to &lt;a href="http://sites.capitalchristian.com/kenwilde/"&gt;kenwilde.com&lt;/a&gt; . There is some really divine direction on what to pray for our nation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ "Dear Pastor, Leader and Prayer Partner,&lt;br /&gt;As we see this crisis in the economy of our nation there is a great need for concerted prayer and the calling of leaders to a time of prayer and fasting.  We are in Washington, D.C. with a prayer team and today we met with a Senator who is on the Banking Committee.  He proceeded to inform us of the details of the crisis that we are now in and its ramifications.  Last Thursday we were hours away from a total collapse in our economy, which was barely averted by taking some steps to bolster the mutual fund accounts.  This Senator has been in coordination with his committee and with the Treasury Secretary, the Federal Reserve President, and with the President in attempting to come up with a plan that will bring our economy back to solvency.  This is a serious and major concern for all of us because it affects all of us.  I think that this is no less a threat than the attack by terrorists on September 11, 2001.  Once again it is time for Christians and Americans to humble themselves and pray that God would hear from heaven and heal our land.&lt;br /&gt;I felt the Lord speak to me that it is time to call for Sacred Assemblies to be held across the nation and that we in concerted effort cry out to God in humility and repentance to heal our land.  It is also time for a Benjamin Franklin moment.  As you probably recall during the Constitutional Convention he spoke these words:&lt;br /&gt;"All of us who were engaged in the struggle must have observed frequent instances of superintending providence in our favor. To that kind providence we owe this happy opportunity of consulting in peace on the means of establishing our future national felicity. And have we now forgotten that powerful friend? Or do we imagine that we no longer need his assistance? I have lived, Sir, a long time, and the longer I live, the more convincing proofs I see of this truth-that God governs in the affairs of men. And if a sparrow cannot fall to the Ground without his Notice, is it probable that an Empire can rise without his Aid?"&lt;br /&gt;We are now at a moment in time at which we need someone to stand up once again and call our leaders to a time of prayer and repentance and acknowledgment that we surely cannot survive unless God himself intervenes. &lt;br /&gt;With all of the crises facing our nation it appears that a "Perfect Storm" of spiritual darkness and plots is brewing in the atmosphere that surrounds our country. Think of it! The phrase perfect storm originates from the 1997 book The Perfect Storm which refers to the simultaneous occurrence of weather events which, taken individually, would be far less powerful than the storm resulting of their chance combination. Such occurrences are rare by their very nature, so that even a slight change in any one event contributing to the perfect storm would lessen its overall impact. If you take even a brief look at the various events in today's headlines you begin to see that we are on the brink of a spiritual perfect storm. The recent terrible hurricanes earlier this fall that ravaged the gulf coast give us a glimpse in the natural of the raw destructive power of storms. It was declared on many newscasts by reporters and governmental officials that our gulf coast infrastructure cannot take much more of this! We must gather our spiritual meteorologists, reporters, aid workers, appointed officials, and financial resources and prepare to push back, offer aid, and strengthen the spiritual infrastructure to withstand the chaos that threatens to swirl around us.&lt;br /&gt; Take a look at today's headlines from several fronts and look at the context for this weather forecast.&lt;br /&gt;The economic storm:&lt;br /&gt;John McCain halts presidential campaign for economy crisis talks&lt;br /&gt;U.N. Head: "Global Financial Crisis Threatens Fight Against Poverty&lt;br /&gt; Bush: "Our entire economy is in danger"&lt;br /&gt;The storm of evil plots:&lt;br /&gt;Iran's Ahmadinejad Addresses United Nations, Declares 'American Empire' Reaching 'End of Road'&lt;br /&gt;EU Warns Iran Nearing Ability to Arm Nuclear Warhead&lt;br /&gt; North Korea Removes Seals From Nuke Plant, Bars Inspectors&lt;br /&gt;Russia arrived with it's Navy in Venezuela for exercises today&lt;br /&gt;Looking at all of these Perfect Storm parts there is no doubt that we are in perilous times.&lt;br /&gt; During these difficult times I have been comforted with a scripture out of Psalms:&lt;br /&gt;I would have been without hope if I had not believed that I would see the lovingkindness of the Lord in the land of the living.  Wait for the Lord.  Be strong.  Let your heart be strong.  Yes, wait for the Lord.  (Psalm 27:13-14, NLV)&lt;br /&gt;Today we are meeting with more Senators and Congressmen.  Would you please pray that God will give us favor and that they would have the courage to call for a time of prayer and repentance in which all leaders would join them. &lt;br /&gt;These are critical times—the time to pray is now.  Please join us in prayer and call your people to a season of prayer until we see breakthrough for our nation.&lt;br /&gt;Prayer Points:&lt;br /&gt;1.    Pray for a spirit of humility and repentance among our leaders.&lt;br /&gt; 2.    Pray for an answer to this economic crisis.&lt;br /&gt;3.    Pray for favor for Pastor Ken and the team when meeting with Congressional leaders.&lt;br /&gt;4.    Pray that Congressional leaders would catch the need for "Solemn Assembly" Prayer at this moment.&lt;br /&gt; 5.    Pray that Christians would understand the signs of the times and begin to activate prayer at a new level.&lt;br /&gt;6.    Pray for wisdom for our President, Congressional Leaders, and Financial Leaders.&lt;br /&gt;7.    Pray that God would hear our prayers and heal our land as we humble ourselves in repentance before Him.&lt;br /&gt; Later today we will have added information and reports on &lt;a href="http://www.kenwilde.com/" target="_blank"&gt;www.kenwilde.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Please feel free to forward this to anyone you feel would benefit from it and would be interested in praying.&lt;br /&gt; Thank you for your concern and prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pastor Ken Wilde&lt;br /&gt;National Prayer Center&lt;br /&gt;Washington, D.C." ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//meg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001197219819784408-5817181081138392145?l=themomentspassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentspassed.blogspot.com/feeds/5817181081138392145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8001197219819784408&amp;postID=5817181081138392145' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001197219819784408/posts/default/5817181081138392145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001197219819784408/posts/default/5817181081138392145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentspassed.blogspot.com/2008/09/kenwildecom.html' title='[ kenwilde.com ]'/><author><name>.:meagan.rae:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05624523894404607183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1JJDrppkHFA/SJnSit2fVxI/AAAAAAAAAGM/v4KIgzxdS2g/s1600-R/Photo%2B124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001197219819784408.post-4219574386736985186</id><published>2008-09-24T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T14:00:16.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stephanie ["the first shall be last"]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Next is my other roomie Stephanie. (She doesn't have a blog YET, but she WILL!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1JJDrppkHFA/SNqqSzEWWmI/AAAAAAAAAIE/WAudxXao3lM/s1600-h/Photo+128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1JJDrppkHFA/SNqqSzEWWmI/AAAAAAAAAIE/WAudxXao3lM/s200/Photo+128.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249695555576552034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stephanie is an ENFJ which stands for "Extroverted/Intuitive/Feeling/Judging" :: Otherwise called an "Idealist Teacher"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To describe her in a few phrases::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"They have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;tremendous charisma&lt;/span&gt; by which many are drawn into their nurturant tutelage"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"are global learners. They see the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;big picture&lt;/span&gt;. The focus is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;expansive&lt;/span&gt;. Some can juggle an amazing number of responsibilities or projects simultaneously. Many have tremendous entrepreneurial ability."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"know and appreciate people"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;      "&lt;span id="ResultsSpan"&gt;feel closely connected with those around them, and thus show a sincere interest in the joys and problems of their employees, colleagues, students, clients, and loved ones."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Famous People with Stephanie's personality::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;David, King of Israel&lt;br /&gt;Abraham Lincoln&lt;br /&gt; Ronald Reagan&lt;br /&gt;Michael Jordan, NBA basketball player&lt;br /&gt;Johnny Depp (&lt;i&gt;Pirates of the Caribbean&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Matthew McConaughey (&lt;i&gt;The Wedding Planner&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie's personality doesn't list any fictional characters! While we were both kind of sad; I told her this is because there is no fictional comparison to her genuine, sparkling personality!!!! I think we can all agree on that one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//meg&lt;br /&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/8001197219819784408-4219574386736985186?l=themomentspassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentspassed.blogspot.com/feeds/4219574386736985186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8001197219819784408&amp;postID=4219574386736985186' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001197219819784408/posts/default/4219574386736985186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001197219819784408/posts/default/4219574386736985186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentspassed.blogspot.com/2008/09/stephanie-first-shall-be-last.html' title='Stephanie [&quot;the first shall be last&quot;]'/><author><name>.:meagan.rae:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05624523894404607183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1JJDrppkHFA/SJnSit2fVxI/AAAAAAAAAGM/v4KIgzxdS2g/s1600-R/Photo%2B124.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1JJDrppkHFA/SNqqSzEWWmI/AAAAAAAAAIE/WAudxXao3lM/s72-c/Photo+128.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001197219819784408.post-5413034056052967249</id><published>2008-09-24T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T09:55:16.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keila [aka Ariel with a silly switch]</title><content type='html'>::: To continue my adventure of personalities, we turn our attention to my good friend &lt;a href="http://keilabrooke.wordpress.com/"&gt;Keila&lt;/a&gt;. (Keiks, Ke-Ke, Keiks-a-nation, Keik-a-licous, Keikers, or as my 2 year old friend Eden would call her, "Meagan") :::&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Keila is a "ENFP" which according to the &lt;a href="http://www.humanmetrics.com/"&gt;Jung Typology Test&lt;/a&gt; stands for :: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Extroverted/Intuitive/Feeling/Perceiv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ing" :: Otherwise called "an Idealist Champion"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here are some hard hitting quotes :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"They are outgoing, fun, and genuinely like people. they are warm, affectionate, and disconcertingly spontaneous."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"have what some call a "&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;silly switch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;." They can be intellectual, serious, all business for a while, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;but whenever they get the chance&lt;/span&gt;, they flip that switch and become &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;CAPTAIN WILDCHILD&lt;/span&gt;, the scourge of the swimming pool, ticklers par excellence."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;"are pleasant, easygoing, and usually fun to work with. They come up with great ideas, and are a major asset in brainstorming sessions."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Famous People with Keila's personality::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samuel Clemens (Mark Twain)&lt;br /&gt;Theodor "Dr." Seuss Geisel (&lt;i&gt;The Cat in the Hat&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;James Dobson ("Focus on the Family")&lt;br /&gt;Dave Thomas, owner of Wendy's hamburger chain&lt;br /&gt;Regis Philbin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fictional Characters with Keila's personality::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ariel (&lt;i&gt;The Little Mermaid&lt;/i&gt;), &lt;i&gt;The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and Steve Irkle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cartoondollemporium.com/disney/ariel6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 108px; height: 97px;" src="http://www.cartoondollemporium.com/disney/ariel6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blogstoday.co.uk/BlogsImages/Blog91O33E54837xvc1Kv8/fresh-prince-of-bel-air-will-smith.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 93px; height: 96px;" src="http://www.blogstoday.co.uk/BlogsImages/Blog91O33E54837xvc1Kv8/fresh-prince-of-bel-air-will-smith.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://c.myspace.com/Groups/00001/80/64/1294608_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 115px; height: 95px;" src="http://c.myspace.com/Groups/00001/80/64/1294608_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find much joy in her fictional characters. Mainly because she has been referring to me as "Rabbit" (who I never liked, even as a child) :) So, feel free to give her a "WHAT up Fresssh Prince." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//meg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. This is all in fun. I love Keiks :) check out her &lt;a href="http://keilabrooke.wordpress.com/"&gt;BLOG&lt;/a&gt; and her recent "love letter" to her car!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001197219819784408-5413034056052967249?l=themomentspassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentspassed.blogspot.com/feeds/5413034056052967249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8001197219819784408&amp;postID=5413034056052967249' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001197219819784408/posts/default/5413034056052967249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001197219819784408/posts/default/5413034056052967249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentspassed.blogspot.com/2008/09/keila-aka-ariel-with-silly-switch.html' title='Keila [aka Ariel with a silly switch]'/><author><name>.:meagan.rae:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05624523894404607183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1JJDrppkHFA/SJnSit2fVxI/AAAAAAAAAGM/v4KIgzxdS2g/s1600-R/Photo%2B124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001197219819784408.post-6683959614289699944</id><published>2008-09-23T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T16:02:44.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[ Rabbit?! ]</title><content type='html'>::: Today I learned some interesting things about some of my friends...an even myself! It has been a quiet day at the office... Umm, I mean, we were researching our personalities to better understand how efficiently to work together!!!! :) A few of us took a personality test and&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; here are a few things I learned about myself&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;I can't help but laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt; at this&lt;/span&gt; :::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TYPE- ESFJ (Extraverted/Sensing/Feeling/Judging) "Guardian/Provider"::&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;"enjoy being in charge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;They see problems clearly and delegate easily, work hard and play with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;ze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-family:courier new;" &gt;st&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;"wear their hearts on their sleeves"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"As caretakers, sense danger all around--germs within, the elements without, unscrupulous malefactors, insidious character flaws."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Famous People with my personality::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desi Arnaz ("Ricky Ricardo")&lt;br /&gt;Don Knotts ("Barney Fife")&lt;br /&gt;Sally Struthers (&lt;i&gt;All in the Family&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Mary Tyler Moore&lt;br /&gt;Dixie Carter (&lt;i&gt;Designing Women&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fictional Characters with my personality::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donald Duck,                                           Rabbit (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;from Winnie the Pooh&lt;/span&gt;),                                         and Monica (from Friends).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.dangerouscreation.com/media/blogs/Dangerous/DonaldDuck.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 113px; height: 141px;" src="http://www.dangerouscreation.com/media/blogs/Dangerous/DonaldDuck.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:jjNB9Dknr3JYkM:http://www.webgate.se/%7Eenn/Bilder/pooh_rabbit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 122px; height: 121px;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:jjNB9Dknr3JYkM:http://www.webgate.se/%7Eenn/Bilder/pooh_rabbit.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:-KroOslCVliOiM:http://img2.timeinc.net/ew/dynamic/imgs/021119/16131__monica_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 93px; height: 140px;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:-KroOslCVliOiM:http://img2.timeinc.net/ew/dynamic/imgs/021119/16131__monica_l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW, before the isidious name calling begins. Take a look at a few of my friends and their personality results... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if you want to take this personality test in the meantime you can do it &lt;a href="http://www.humanmetrics.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.humanmetrics.com/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;. (Click on Jung Typology Test).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//meg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001197219819784408-6683959614289699944?l=themomentspassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentspassed.blogspot.com/feeds/6683959614289699944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8001197219819784408&amp;postID=6683959614289699944' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001197219819784408/posts/default/6683959614289699944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001197219819784408/posts/default/6683959614289699944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentspassed.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title='[ Rabbit?! ]'/><author><name>.:meagan.rae:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05624523894404607183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1JJDrppkHFA/SJnSit2fVxI/AAAAAAAAAGM/v4KIgzxdS2g/s1600-R/Photo%2B124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001197219819784408.post-6293929065993152269</id><published>2008-09-03T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T09:27:33.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"I am worth the life of Jesus"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"I am worth the life of Jesus"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;a statement powerful enough to bring a man to tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;true enough to make the son-of-man weep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="q1q4"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b id="q1q40"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Position-&gt; Perspective-&gt;Perception-&gt;Behavior ]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Last night at my Effective Communications class our Professor had us repeat "I am worth the life of Jesus", twice. We were talking about value and commitment and love and understanding our value as a speaker. Since this class has an emphasis on preaching we fortunately have the liberty of discussing this idea from a spiritual angle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After repeating that phrase twice, he asked how that idea affects us. One of my classmates, Justin, was brought to tears. Such a simple idea yet so powerful! I was thinking about the significance of this moment in a class of 6 people felt called to preach. If we aren't ourselves positioned to understand and perceive our value, we cannot effectively communicate to a generation so broken and searching for value.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;//"You won't and CAN'T behave in a way that you do not perceive"//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It all goes back to the cross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Jesus stamped you with irrevocable value when he gave His life for you. We MUST understand our position in Christ. It affects our perspective, our perception, and our behavior. I imagine Christ's heart breaking when one of His kids refutes their value. I also imagine his overwhelming joy when they have a moment much like Justin did last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a simple thought for you today...Do you recognize and realize and understand that YOU are worth the life of Christ? It's not a theory or even just a nice thought; it was proven and illustrated on the cross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//meg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001197219819784408-6293929065993152269?l=themomentspassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentspassed.blogspot.com/feeds/6293929065993152269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8001197219819784408&amp;postID=6293929065993152269' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001197219819784408/posts/default/6293929065993152269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001197219819784408/posts/default/6293929065993152269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentspassed.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-am-worth-life-of-jesus.html' title='&quot;I am worth the life of Jesus&quot;'/><author><name>.:meagan.rae:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05624523894404607183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1JJDrppkHFA/SJnSit2fVxI/AAAAAAAAAGM/v4KIgzxdS2g/s1600-R/Photo%2B124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001197219819784408.post-1328868724834537792</id><published>2008-09-03T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T07:41:12.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*caramel*apple*spice*</title><content type='html'>The mornings are cold,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;The sun stays in bed longer and goes to bed earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;[i actually had to turn the heater on in the car this morning!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;all is coming! Not quite upon us, but well on it's way. While I really am saddened that the hot summer days are almost gone and was disheartened this morning at 7am when my alarm went off and it was still dark outside, I DID find simple joy in one of my 2 favorite fall/winter drinks. &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Grande Caramel Apple Spice&lt;/span&gt;. I had forgotten all about it until Monday night! The cold weather literally triggered my memory and I got all excited...&lt;br /&gt;There's just something about this drink makes me love fall and cold mornings/afternoons/nights. It just says "&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Fall&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so maybe I jumped the gun a little since the temperature still reaches 80 degrees this week, but I couldn't resist. Steph and I grabbed a Caramel Apple Spice on our way to night class.... MmMmmm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[the first caramel apple spice of the season!] You should try one!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1JJDrppkHFA/SL6g1JiiAmI/AAAAAAAAAHk/aZg9L0WmP-I/s1600-h/0902081822a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1JJDrppkHFA/SL6g1JiiAmI/AAAAAAAAAHk/aZg9L0WmP-I/s200/0902081822a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241803851260101218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;//meg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001197219819784408-1328868724834537792?l=themomentspassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentspassed.blogspot.com/feeds/1328868724834537792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8001197219819784408&amp;postID=1328868724834537792' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001197219819784408/posts/default/1328868724834537792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001197219819784408/posts/default/1328868724834537792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentspassed.blogspot.com/2008/09/caramelapplespice.html' title='*caramel*apple*spice*'/><author><name>.:meagan.rae:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05624523894404607183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1JJDrppkHFA/SJnSit2fVxI/AAAAAAAAAGM/v4KIgzxdS2g/s1600-R/Photo%2B124.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1JJDrppkHFA/SL6g1JiiAmI/AAAAAAAAAHk/aZg9L0WmP-I/s72-c/0902081822a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001197219819784408.post-6004951673480923091</id><published>2008-09-02T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T13:01:46.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[ terrifically alive ... filled with deep joy ]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Sometimes I like to let the Bible just speak all on it's own... This is one of my all time favorite verses. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="en-MSG-12312" class="sup"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;ompanions as we are in this work with you, we beg you, please don't squander one bit of this &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;marvelous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; life God has given us. God reminds us,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; 'I heard your call in the nick of time; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;   The day you needed me, I was there to help.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well, now is the right time to listen, the day to be helped. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Don't put it off; don't frustrate God's work by showing up late, throwing a question mark over everything we're doing. Our work as God's servants gets validated—or not—in the details.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;People are watching us&lt;/span&gt; as we stay at our post, alertly, unswervingly . . . in hard times, tough times, bad times; when we're beaten up, jailed, and mobbed; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;working hard&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;working late&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;working without eating&lt;/span&gt;; with &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;pure heart&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;clear head&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;steady hand&lt;/span&gt;; in gentleness, holiness, and honest love; when we're telling the truth, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;when God's showing his power&lt;/span&gt;; when we're doing our best setting things right; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;when we're praised, and when we're blamed;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;slandered, and honored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;true to our word, though distrusted; ignored by the world, but recognized by God&lt;/span&gt;; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;terrifically alive, though rumored to be dead&lt;/span&gt;; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;beaten within an inch of our lives, but refusing to die&lt;/span&gt;; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;immersed in tears, yet always filled with deep joy&lt;/span&gt;; living on handouts, yet enriching many; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;having nothing, having it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" 2 Corinthians 6:1-10(MSG).&lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="en-MSG-12313" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;//meg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001197219819784408-6004951673480923091?l=themomentspassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentspassed.blogspot.com/feeds/6004951673480923091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8001197219819784408&amp;postID=6004951673480923091' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001197219819784408/posts/default/6004951673480923091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001197219819784408/posts/default/6004951673480923091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentspassed.blogspot.com/2008/09/terrifically-alive-filled-with-deep-joy.html' title='[ terrifically alive ... filled with deep joy ]'/><author><name>.:meagan.rae:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05624523894404607183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1JJDrppkHFA/SJnSit2fVxI/AAAAAAAAAGM/v4KIgzxdS2g/s1600-R/Photo%2B124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001197219819784408.post-981465585679240604</id><published>2008-08-29T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T09:19:23.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Analyze much?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1JJDrppkHFA/SLgd9gOxGfI/AAAAAAAAAHc/4Zp5BytEJCE/s1600-h/me+and+keiks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1JJDrppkHFA/SLgd9gOxGfI/AAAAAAAAAHc/4Zp5BytEJCE/s200/me+and+keiks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239971108906670578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My bestest friend and roomie &lt;a href="http://keilabrooke.wordpress.com/"&gt;Keila&lt;/a&gt; (who has a rad blog BTW) once told me that I analyze everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;EVERYTHING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you are are laughing already because you know this to be true; but oddly enough I didn't REALLY know I analyzed in an abnormally intense way until Keila "tested" me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day we had been kinda talking about how I analyze things until they can be analyzed no more and I believe I was being stubborn &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(what?! stubborn?!)&lt;/span&gt; and refuting the idea that it was abnormal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNTIL SHE ASKED ME MY FAVORITE COLOR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My answer, without even thinking about it, was ::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Hmm, well. I don't really have a favorite color. Well ok, I used to like purple but &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UGH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I painted my room ALL purple once and now I can't stand the color purple. I sorta like green. And I sorta like blue! Well, I don't really like &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;GREEN&lt;/span&gt;-green, or &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;BLUE&lt;/span&gt;, blue. I actually really like... like a greenish-blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so like...&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;TEAL&lt;/span&gt;! yeah, I like teal."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was normal to me. and Keila just started laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point proven. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(thanks &lt;a href="http://keilabrooke.wordpress.com/"&gt;Keiks&lt;/a&gt; for shedding light for me) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//meg&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/8001197219819784408-981465585679240604?l=themomentspassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentspassed.blogspot.com/feeds/981465585679240604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8001197219819784408&amp;postID=981465585679240604' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001197219819784408/posts/default/981465585679240604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001197219819784408/posts/default/981465585679240604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentspassed.blogspot.com/2008/08/analyze-much.html' title='Analyze much?'/><author><name>.:meagan.rae:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05624523894404607183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1JJDrppkHFA/SJnSit2fVxI/AAAAAAAAAGM/v4KIgzxdS2g/s1600-R/Photo%2B124.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1JJDrppkHFA/SLgd9gOxGfI/AAAAAAAAAHc/4Zp5BytEJCE/s72-c/me+and+keiks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001197219819784408.post-4537696532783968968</id><published>2008-08-27T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T10:08:01.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Effective Communication + Speed Dating</title><content type='html'>Last night me and my roomie Stephanie went to our very first "Effective Communications" class down at the &lt;a href="http://boisebsc.org/"&gt;Biblical Studies Center&lt;/a&gt;. This class is communications but with an emphasis on preparing and giving sermons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biblical you say? Sermons? aaand you mention the term "speed dating"?&lt;br /&gt;Scandalous right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here's what happened. We walked into the Biblical Studies Center and into the class to find our 3 classmates. All guys ranging ages from age 14 to 22ish. Alright I guess there's not really a "range" with 3 people. One was 14, the other about 20, and the last was about 22.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So a class of 5 people...(i know, it's a small program).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Professor Kevin Skidmoore gave us this exercise where we partner up with another member of the class and create dialogue about a certain question he was to give. There was a time limit and then we were to switch partners until everyone had partnered with everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[As if being the only girls in a class all about preaching wasn't funny enough.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, it seriously felt like a version of Christian Speed Dating... especially with the question "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what are 3 of your personal goals you hope to accomplish in the next 5 years&lt;/span&gt;" and 2 of the 3 guy's answer being "I hope I'm married."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//meg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001197219819784408-4537696532783968968?l=themomentspassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentspassed.blogspot.com/feeds/4537696532783968968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8001197219819784408&amp;postID=4537696532783968968' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001197219819784408/posts/default/4537696532783968968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001197219819784408/posts/default/4537696532783968968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentspassed.blogspot.com/2008/08/effective-communcation-speed-dating.html' title='Effective Communication + Speed Dating'/><author><name>.:meagan.rae:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05624523894404607183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1JJDrppkHFA/SJnSit2fVxI/AAAAAAAAAGM/v4KIgzxdS2g/s1600-R/Photo%2B124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001197219819784408.post-4333212436182838156</id><published>2008-08-21T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T21:14:29.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[ pupper borroweR(s) ] installment 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" href="http://themomentspassed.blogspot.com/2008/08/puppy-borrower-s.html"&gt;He came&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" href="http://keilabrooke.wordpress.com/2008/08/21/poop-tally/"&gt;He took care of business&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;, He conquered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[ if you missed the previous blogs about Agassi, visit &lt;a href="http://themomentspassed.blogspot.com/2008/08/puppy-borrower-s.html"&gt;puppy borroweR (s)&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://themomentspassed.blogspot.com/2008/08/puppy-borrower-s.html"&gt;poop tally&lt;/a&gt; to get caught up! ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's our second day with Agassi. This mini sized but fully confident pup has taken over our hearts&amp;amp;home(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I said that for dramat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ic effect&lt;/span&gt;), taken ground(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tally it up&lt;/span&gt;), and taken.... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;an orange feather duster?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;As with little children&lt;/span&gt;, when it's quiet they're most likely up to something. I came around a corner to find Agassi proudly holding a feather duster. I don't know where-- YET SOMEhow, SOMEwhere the lil guy found this orange feather duster and surprised me with it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;//here is a pic by pic of his conquest//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First he ran around with it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1JJDrppkHFA/SK46_dkueLI/AAAAAAAAAGk/p--3uyt26q0/s1600-h/ags+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 155px; height: 125px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1JJDrppkHFA/SK46_dkueLI/AAAAAAAAAGk/p--3uyt26q0/s200/ags+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237188278623303858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then he chewed it a little...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1JJDrppkHFA/SK47U_YBunI/AAAAAAAAAG0/SWOg1jxuOq0/s1600-h/ags+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 147px; height: 120px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1JJDrppkHFA/SK47U_YBunI/AAAAAAAAAG0/SWOg1jxuOq0/s200/ags+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237188648474098290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like this...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1JJDrppkHFA/SK477yX48rI/AAAAAAAAAHM/IFcw9RxL6zc/s1600-h/4+ags.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 165px; height: 123px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1JJDrppkHFA/SK477yX48rI/AAAAAAAAAHM/IFcw9RxL6zc/s200/4+ags.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237189314998760114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;// and so goes the story //&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1JJDrppkHFA/SK48bqngeWI/AAAAAAAAAHU/H2UzXnXelSI/s1600-h/3+ags.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 127px; height: 127px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1JJDrppkHFA/SK48bqngeWI/AAAAAAAAAHU/H2UzXnXelSI/s200/3+ags.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237189862672595298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;//meg&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/8001197219819784408-4333212436182838156?l=themomentspassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentspassed.blogspot.com/feeds/4333212436182838156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8001197219819784408&amp;postID=4333212436182838156' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001197219819784408/posts/default/4333212436182838156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001197219819784408/posts/default/4333212436182838156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentspassed.blogspot.com/2008/08/pupper-borrowers-installment-3.html' title='[ pupper borroweR(s) ] installment 3'/><author><name>.:meagan.rae:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05624523894404607183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1JJDrppkHFA/SJnSit2fVxI/AAAAAAAAAGM/v4KIgzxdS2g/s1600-R/Photo%2B124.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1JJDrppkHFA/SK46_dkueLI/AAAAAAAAAGk/p--3uyt26q0/s72-c/ags+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001197219819784408.post-4757276199023054599</id><published>2008-08-21T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T17:40:36.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[Chicken buzz]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://web.uconn.edu/poultry/pclub/Images/chicken01.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://web.uconn.edu/poultry/pclub/Images/chicken01.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, I said it.  CHICKEN-buzz. I also call it a Chicken 'hangover', none the less, it's real. For me at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am 'allergic' to chicken.&lt;br /&gt;Yep, I said that too. 'Allergic'. As in... when I eat it I get a bad headache either 5 min after eating it or the next day! Weird, right? I know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;[explanation]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;BASICALLY and simply, because of my blood type, when I eat chicken my blood reacts to a protein in chicken; and it thickens my blood causing a headache.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you you know your blood type??&lt;/span&gt; It's actually a wonderful piece of information to obtain and learn from! I never knew my blood type until about 6 months ago and it wasn't until I started noticing certain health patterns connected to my eating that I even paid attention, really! My mom and I have the same blood type &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(which, if you have studied Biology at all, is not all that common!)&lt;/span&gt; We are both B Negative. We both get headaches from chicken, aspartame, MSG and various random things like, some cheeses. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've never checked out the book "&lt;a href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51HDM3K75AL._SL500_.jpg"&gt;Eat Right for Your Type&lt;/a&gt;" you should stop by the local bookstore and take a look! It's actually crazy how accurate it is! I don't LIVE by it, persay, but I have DEFINITELY benifited from knowing what foods react with my blood type!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://www.runtheplanet.com/trainingracing/nutrition/bloodtype.asp"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; for a general overview of blood types:: check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//meg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001197219819784408-4757276199023054599?l=themomentspassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentspassed.blogspot.com/feeds/4757276199023054599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8001197219819784408&amp;postID=4757276199023054599' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001197219819784408/posts/default/4757276199023054599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001197219819784408/posts/default/4757276199023054599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentspassed.blogspot.com/2008/08/chicken-buzz.html' title='[Chicken buzz]'/><author><name>.:meagan.rae:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05624523894404607183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1JJDrppkHFA/SJnSit2fVxI/AAAAAAAAAGM/v4KIgzxdS2g/s1600-R/Photo%2B124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001197219819784408.post-6490149041218042248</id><published>2008-08-20T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T07:12:06.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>puppy borroweR (s)</title><content type='html'>This is 6:22 am...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.samsays.com/photogallery/Idaho/images/september_sunrise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.samsays.com/photogallery/Idaho/images/september_sunrise.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Agassi...on our adventure to Starbucks before work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1JJDrppkHFA/SKwytoLVxWI/AAAAAAAAAGU/r-39_a9bWfc/s1600-h/0820080816.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1JJDrppkHFA/SKwytoLVxWI/AAAAAAAAAGU/r-39_a9bWfc/s200/0820080816.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236616226185528674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Look at his sweet lil face!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning (at 6:22am) I woke to a knock at my front door. Well, there's a possibility that it was several knocks, but I am SUCH a hard sleeper that I really don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I eventually stumbled to the front door (sorry Trace). I opened the door to beautiful &lt;a href="http://tracywilde.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tracy&lt;/a&gt; and VERY excited-about-life-&amp;amp;-morning Agassi :) Me and my roommates (&lt;a href="http://keilabrooke.wordpress.com/"&gt;Keila&lt;/a&gt; and Stephanie) are puppy sitting for a week; HOWEVER this morning it was just me...but that's a minor detail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've personally ALWAYS wanted a little puppy to call my own. Perhaps a Yorkie, or a Malti-poo like Agsters; and this week I feel like I'm on some version of "Baby Borrowers." This morning it was more like Puppy BorroweR. (singular) but the (s) will come... (right roomies?) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like having a child! Up early, feed, monitor-while-outside, pack up all his belongings for a day at the office; but I really love the lil pooch. We'll have a good week. Look forward to pics of our adventures with Agassi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//meg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001197219819784408-6490149041218042248?l=themomentspassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentspassed.blogspot.com/feeds/6490149041218042248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8001197219819784408&amp;postID=6490149041218042248' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001197219819784408/posts/default/6490149041218042248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001197219819784408/posts/default/6490149041218042248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentspassed.blogspot.com/2008/08/puppy-borrower-s.html' title='puppy borroweR (s)'/><author><name>.:meagan.rae:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05624523894404607183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1JJDrppkHFA/SJnSit2fVxI/AAAAAAAAAGM/v4KIgzxdS2g/s1600-R/Photo%2B124.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1JJDrppkHFA/SKwytoLVxWI/AAAAAAAAAGU/r-39_a9bWfc/s72-c/0820080816.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001197219819784408.post-1078216549559706341</id><published>2008-08-19T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T17:54:52.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:: a world of presence ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;"To experience presence is to enter that far larger world of reality that our sensory experiences &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;point to but cannot describe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;- the realities of love and compassion, justice and faithfulness, sin and evil...and God. MOSTLY God. The realities that are Word-evoked are where most of the world's action takes place. There are NO "mere words." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I got caught up in the book of Micah, a book of metaphors. A book filled with prophecy and remembrance, teaming with the power and justice of God. The opening excerpt is a portion of the forward to this book that so beautifully and eloquently records the masterful composition of the words of Micah:: "A master of metaphor. This means that he used words not simply to define or identify what can be seen, touched, smelled, heard, or tasted, but to plunge us into &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;a world of presence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most brilliant aspect of the book of Micah is that is wasn't just &lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;the book&lt;/span&gt; that was filled with prophecy and remembrance, and teaming with the power and justice of God; but Micah's &lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;very life&lt;/span&gt; beat to that anthem. &lt;span style="font-size: 7.5pt;"&gt;"Out of the abundance of the heart, the mouth speaks"(Luke 6:45).&lt;/span&gt; I want to plunge into and live in this world of presence; I want my words to be &lt;b&gt;purposed&lt;/b&gt; as agents of change as Micah's were. In that desire there is the element of prophecy required to sustain it. Too often we rely on our senses to equate our reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is SO much in this book that catches my attention, and challenges my spirit. Even more so challenges my dependence or outlook on sensory dependency, even what we call "sensing in the spirit."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;In the next several days I'll be writing on a few of these ideas swimming in my head; but in the meantime perhaps &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Selah&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; on the challenge of Micah's words, as I am. Purpose your words to be agents of change to "rebuild what human disobedience and mistrust demolished."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//meg&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001197219819784408-1078216549559706341?l=themomentspassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentspassed.blogspot.com/feeds/1078216549559706341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8001197219819784408&amp;postID=1078216549559706341' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001197219819784408/posts/default/1078216549559706341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001197219819784408/posts/default/1078216549559706341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentspassed.blogspot.com/2008/08/world-of-presence_19.html' title=':: a world of presence ::'/><author><name>.:meagan.rae:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05624523894404607183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1JJDrppkHFA/SJnSit2fVxI/AAAAAAAAAGM/v4KIgzxdS2g/s1600-R/Photo%2B124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001197219819784408.post-8833360762324320552</id><published>2008-08-18T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T14:17:06.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>::this morning::</title><content type='html'>Sorry subscribers. blogspot can be frustrating when it POSTS a post as i'm still working on it? or maybe it's my MacBook. Either way, a combination of buttons prematurely posted my "::this morning::"...so you probably see two. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaannyways, as i was saying, THIS MORNING&lt;br /&gt;I am headed to "non traditional" orientation for the fall semester classes at BSU...which I find inconvenient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also going with my aunt. :)&lt;br /&gt;"How?/why?" you say? "are you afraid //meg??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No no, yesterday I found that my aunt (respectably, yet not extremely older) is ALSO just beginning her adventure to a degree. and she needed a ride. In respect I must say that this is also inconvenient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the alarm went off I was just thinking to myself, "This is going to be interesting. Today is SUCH a non traditional day!" Then I was convicted about the love of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's NOT traditional. If it were, non of us even deserve it. Alot of times In our humanistic minds, our first response to love is to love those that give us a reason to love them...or when it's convenient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How selfish. I'm glad Christ doesn't love us only when we give him a reason to. I want my life to be Non traditional in the sense that I LOVE unconditionally, like Christ does. In my job, in school, in my family, with my friends...with complete strangers. I want to MAKE that my tradition.&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Not so I live by tradition, or condition; but that I live in SUBMISSION to the example of Christ.  &lt;/span&gt;I believe that there is a level of God's love that we can't understand until we begin to practice it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the message translation of the Bible. It also is so non traditional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;John 3:&lt;span id="en-MSG-11210" class="sup"&gt;16-17&lt;/span&gt;"This is how much God loved the world: He gave his Son, his one and only Son. And this is why: so that no one need be destroyed; by believing in him, anyone can have a whole and lasting life. God didn't go to all the trouble of sending his Son merely to point an accusing finger, telling the world how bad it was. He came to help, to put the world right again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Have a NON TRADITIONAL/NEW TRADITIONAL  day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//meg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001197219819784408-8833360762324320552?l=themomentspassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentspassed.blogspot.com/feeds/8833360762324320552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8001197219819784408&amp;postID=8833360762324320552' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001197219819784408/posts/default/8833360762324320552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001197219819784408/posts/default/8833360762324320552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentspassed.blogspot.com/2008/08/ahem-this-morning.html' title='::this morning::'/><author><name>.:meagan.rae:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05624523894404607183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1JJDrppkHFA/SJnSit2fVxI/AAAAAAAAAGM/v4KIgzxdS2g/s1600-R/Photo%2B124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001197219819784408.post-7179728986452675382</id><published>2008-08-14T15:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T16:48:33.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Look!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cinemazement.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/04/img_1814-220x220.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://cinemazement.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/04/img_1814-220x220.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;I think it's a giraffe?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;It's a...well it's a shadow puppet of some kind?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO! no! oh i see! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;  It's a WAVE! She's waving back at me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Precious. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever tried to wave back at someone when they let you into the next lane? I was on the freeway, trying to squeeze my way into the right lane and the man behind me was kind enough to let me in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, naturally I tried to wave out of courtesy... my windows were rolled up so i resort to waving to the back window; but i realized that what my wave &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;probably&lt;/span&gt; looked like was a very disfigured-flapping hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time I guess I'll resort to the "bro wave."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://batorego.files.wordpress.com/2007/12/straight-hand-wave.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://batorego.files.wordpress.com/2007/12/straight-hand-wave.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;//meg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001197219819784408-7179728986452675382?l=themomentspassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentspassed.blogspot.com/feeds/7179728986452675382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8001197219819784408&amp;postID=7179728986452675382' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001197219819784408/posts/default/7179728986452675382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001197219819784408/posts/default/7179728986452675382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentspassed.blogspot.com/2008/08/look.html' title='Look!'/><author><name>.:meagan.rae:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05624523894404607183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1JJDrppkHFA/SJnSit2fVxI/AAAAAAAAAGM/v4KIgzxdS2g/s1600-R/Photo%2B124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001197219819784408.post-3924066509694413989</id><published>2008-08-14T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T16:06:00.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the blog clog</title><content type='html'>So I've discovered something about blogging. Sometimes it's really difficult to keep up with my thoughts! I've literally had 3 or 4 ideas to blog about in the past week, but they just keep piling up without action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I DO sit down to blog, I discover that all my thoughts are clogged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a blogging cleanse. Do they have those &lt;a href="http://tracywilde.blogspot.com/"&gt;Abbreviator&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER! I'm cracking down, so to all those who subscribe, I apologize for the influx of posts. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//meg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001197219819784408-3924066509694413989?l=themomentspassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentspassed.blogspot.com/feeds/3924066509694413989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8001197219819784408&amp;postID=3924066509694413989' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001197219819784408/posts/default/3924066509694413989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001197219819784408/posts/default/3924066509694413989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentspassed.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-clog.html' title='the blog clog'/><author><name>.:meagan.rae:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05624523894404607183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1JJDrppkHFA/SJnSit2fVxI/AAAAAAAAAGM/v4KIgzxdS2g/s1600-R/Photo%2B124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001197219819784408.post-8546864438383534305</id><published>2008-08-04T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T18:25:52.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>$4.80</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Hi, my name is Meagan...and I have old clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*silence*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In unison: "Hi Meagan."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, thank you for the warm welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just left the proverbial "nest" and am settling into my newly found home. You know, the kind where it's not free and you realize it doesn't come with food.  Well, today I set out to sell some really old clothes, that i haven't worn in literally... years. Not really FOR the money but hey, if you're gonna get rid of it you might as well make a profit! I dropped the clothes off for a few hours while they sifted through to pick and choose. And then i made the call...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me:: "Hi! I'm just checking on the clothes i dropped off earlier this afternoon! The name is Meagan."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Plato:: "Hey Meagan, well it looks like you had some really great stuff, but we had to pass on alot of it because it was more then 18 months out-of-style and a few items had holes. But it looks like we can give you four eighty for a few of the items."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me:: "Oooh. awesome....? "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four eighty? did she just say &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;four eighty&lt;/span&gt;? Like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;$480&lt;/span&gt;.00?? did Jesus multiply the clothes? Did he give me supernatural favor?? Was i REALLY that stylish of a 15 year old????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no no... not quite. more like "$4.80-here-go-get-a-starbucks."&lt;br /&gt;i like starbucks. it's all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well...needless to say me and my large white plastic garbage bag of brand name rejected clothes and $4.80 took the "Plato's closet walk of rejection." Out the door, and past the employees in their "gently used brand name" wardrobes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) //meg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001197219819784408-8546864438383534305?l=themomentspassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentspassed.blogspot.com/feeds/8546864438383534305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8001197219819784408&amp;postID=8546864438383534305' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001197219819784408/posts/default/8546864438383534305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001197219819784408/posts/default/8546864438383534305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentspassed.blogspot.com/2008/08/480.html' title='$4.80'/><author><name>.:meagan.rae:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05624523894404607183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1JJDrppkHFA/SJnSit2fVxI/AAAAAAAAAGM/v4KIgzxdS2g/s1600-R/Photo%2B124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001197219819784408.post-2818700009489514360</id><published>2008-08-02T11:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T11:27:01.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.:testimony moment:.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;//contend in faith, hope in healing, rest in grace//&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The faithfulness of God leaves me speechless and there aren't many things in life that do. In opposition to my analysis about everything under the sun, the will of God is unmatched and to fully comprehend it sometimes seems impossible. I'm so thankful that the sovereignty of God overcomes my sin, and that my faith response overcomes science.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure that I could fully explain how God has been moving in my life the past month, or even 10 years; but I can start by a little background. I was diagnosed at a the age of 1 with a form of juvenile rheumatoid arthritis in my left wrist and it flaired 2 other times in my knees between the ages of 7 and 14. As a little girl, i remember praying every night that Jesus would heal me. Thinking back (not in pride, but in amazement) i think about what God formed in me during that time and HOW in the world a 12 year old girl would even think to intercede in this capacity. I'd wake up every morning and either jump out of bed and look at my knees to check if the swelling was gone, and some days just slowing move back the sheets, only to continually find almost soft-ball sized knees. Simple child-like faith, that had to be developed into an adult. Such a process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I declared my supernatural healing when i was 15, and it wasn't until this last month, at 20 years of age that science has submitted to it's maker in my body. I already knew i was healed, but the doctors wanted to "double check." I received blood work back confirming that i no longer even have a trace of rheumatoid arthritis! Praise God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to physical healing, God's been doing alot of heart-healing too... and heart testing ...and heart conditioning&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Needless to say with faith should come obedience, and with obedience is revealed truth, and with truth is the greater revelation of God's presence in my life and his hand on my destiny, and in the presence of God there is freedom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Cor 3:16-18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="en-MSG-12298" class="sup"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;Whenever, though, they turn to face God as Moses did, God removes the veil and there they are—face-to-face! They suddenly recognize that God is a living, personal presence, not a piece of chiseled stone. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;And when God is personally present, a living Spirit, that old, constricting legislation is recognized as obsolete.&lt;/span&gt; We're free of it! All of us! Nothing between us and God, our faces shining with the brightness of his face. And so we are transfigured much like the Messiah, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;our lives gradually becoming brighter and more beautiful as God enters &lt;/span&gt;our lives and we become like him."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//meg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001197219819784408-2818700009489514360?l=themomentspassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentspassed.blogspot.com/feeds/2818700009489514360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8001197219819784408&amp;postID=2818700009489514360' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001197219819784408/posts/default/2818700009489514360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001197219819784408/posts/default/2818700009489514360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentspassed.blogspot.com/2008/08/testimony-moment.html' title='.:testimony moment:.'/><author><name>.:meagan.rae:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05624523894404607183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1JJDrppkHFA/SJnSit2fVxI/AAAAAAAAAGM/v4KIgzxdS2g/s1600-R/Photo%2B124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001197219819784408.post-6619613759234449930</id><published>2008-07-23T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T07:35:41.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:: moment(s) of affirmation ::</title><content type='html'>I can admit that like most Christians I wait for this moment. The moment when by affirmation or encouragement through people or pastors or leaders I feel the smile of God, confirming that I'm in the place He wants me to be. When someone would say "Meagan, God is pleased with you." Or even when by some divine, tear-shedding encounter with Jesus I audibly hear his voice. Like some, having grown up in the church, I think I've been "trained" to wait for that prophetic moment, or some public applause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I got up and, in the busyness of my morning, began to ponder the promises of God for my life that have been both accomplished and frustrated. In the middle of my prayer of "have your way in me today" I realized, maybe more than ever before, that this moment I wait for time and time again, is found in the moment I wake up each and every day. The warm sun giving a "good morning!" What an assurance that I'm right where I need to be; alive, for one :), and walking in step with the leading of the Holy Spirit. His mercies and graces are new each day; His love and faithfulness are steadfast. My faith response every day should be "YOUR GRACE IS ENOUGH FOR ME!" More than by feeling, I love my Savior for who he is THROUGH me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;.:Ps 91:1-3:.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="en-MSG-13735" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"What a beautiful thing, &lt;span style="font-variant: small-caps;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt;, to give thanks, to sing an anthem to you, the High God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; To announce your love each daybreak, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;      sing your faithful presence all through the night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Accompanied by dulcimer and harp,&lt;br /&gt;    the full-bodied music of strings."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is not a great epiphany, but I believe &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;intertwined in the beauty of grace&lt;/span&gt; are the gentle reminders  to wait and be still and know that He is God in my ministry, my health, my relationships, and my destiny. He is God over the promises and prophecies spoken, and mighty to restore, encourage, and complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.:Ps 92:4-8:.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="en-MSG-13736" class="sup"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;You made me so happy, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-variant: small-caps; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;      I saw your work and I shouted for joy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; How magnificent your work, &lt;span style="font-variant: small-caps;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;    How profound your thoughts!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="en-NIV-15413" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.:meg:.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001197219819784408-6619613759234449930?l=themomentspassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentspassed.blogspot.com/feeds/6619613759234449930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8001197219819784408&amp;postID=6619613759234449930' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001197219819784408/posts/default/6619613759234449930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001197219819784408/posts/default/6619613759234449930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentspassed.blogspot.com/2008/07/moments-of-affirmation.html' title=':: moment(s) of affirmation ::'/><author><name>.:meagan.rae:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05624523894404607183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1JJDrppkHFA/SJnSit2fVxI/AAAAAAAAAGM/v4KIgzxdS2g/s1600-R/Photo%2B124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001197219819784408.post-29575684716727452</id><published>2008-07-02T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T15:17:17.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:: aaand YOU'RE done... ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;:: the wind-up ::&lt;br /&gt;ever had that on of those moments... the real funny ones that you so desperately want to share with someone? Of course you have, so you do the whole head-thrown-back-in-laughter right into the quick-look-around, face frozen in a giant smile, for a receiving pair of eyes that just experienced the same moment??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. i have them often and yet, somehow, i rarely find those eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: the explanation ::&lt;br /&gt;Instead, you meet a pair of eyes looking at you like you're making a weird face at them [ok, so those are common with laughter] and it's as if they've never seen you before [maybe because you're making such a weird face.]&lt;br /&gt;...and you try to explain. Everyone does it. You start out in the stage of a mumbled mess of words in between chuckles, then it dies down into a fading smile and a quiet voice, until you finally cough to suppress the gargling sound coming from your mouth- and look the other way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: the moment has passed ::&lt;br /&gt;aka:: "retreat"&lt;br /&gt;you failed. now they're confused. lately i've decided it's just too much work to explain; because if you do, it BETTER be funny. it's not even funny by now. I like to resort to the slight smile, the quick wave of the hand, and the change of subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaand you're done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..thank goodness that moment has passed.&lt;br /&gt;&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/8001197219819784408-29575684716727452?l=themomentspassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentspassed.blogspot.com/feeds/29575684716727452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8001197219819784408&amp;postID=29575684716727452' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001197219819784408/posts/default/29575684716727452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001197219819784408/posts/default/29575684716727452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentspassed.blogspot.com/2008/07/mp_02.html' title=':: aaand YOU&apos;RE done... ::'/><author><name>.:meagan.rae:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05624523894404607183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1JJDrppkHFA/SJnSit2fVxI/AAAAAAAAAGM/v4KIgzxdS2g/s1600-R/Photo%2B124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001197219819784408.post-389874131651641958</id><published>2008-07-02T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T21:11:37.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:: first post ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;    &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Welcome to the world of blogging!"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Thank you! Here it is, I've officially given in. Actually, besides the obvious pressure to blog, due to it's popularity, I've had a lot of blogging ideas the past few weeks with no where to put them! So here you go world! I would like to begin by explaining my blog, and giving you a few sardonic thoughts on the subject of the moments passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog is dedicated to the funny moments, The one's that make me think, the ones that challenge me, the moments that define my day, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8001197219819784408-389874131651641958?l=themomentspassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentspassed.blogspot.com/feeds/389874131651641958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8001197219819784408&amp;postID=389874131651641958' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001197219819784408/posts/default/389874131651641958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001197219819784408/posts/default/389874131651641958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentspassed.blogspot.com/2008/07/mp.html' title=':: first post ::'/><author><name>.:meagan.rae:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05624523894404607183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1JJDrppkHFA/SJnSit2fVxI/AAAAAAAAAGM/v4KIgzxdS2g/s1600-R/Photo%2B124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
