<?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-6776894313765396030</id><updated>2012-01-19T05:44:18.089-08:00</updated><category term='The Vintage Moth'/><category term='Mountains in Your Life'/><category term='God is My Provision'/><category term='Wounder Warriers'/><category term='Witnessing Kit'/><category term='Enter in to the Holy Place'/><category term='Gentel Shepherd'/><category term='He is My Daily Bread'/><category term='My Husban Rocks'/><category term='The Simple Womans Day Book'/><category term='The Freedom of Salvation'/><category term='Yeah I am with You Always'/><category term='Credit Card Tithe'/><category term='Peace on Earth - Good Will to Men'/><category term='Seeing with the Eye of Faith'/><category term='Clean'/><category term='I Am My Brother&apos;s Keeper'/><category term='Blessed Assurance'/><category term='I Am My Beloved&apos;s'/><category term='Love Like Rain'/><title type='text'>THE PAPER HANDMAIDENS HEART</title><subtitle type='html'>A Christian Woman's Journal</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepaperhandmaidensheart.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776894313765396030/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperhandmaidensheart.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Joanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/S0qiq4GjFOI/AAAAAAAABKE/TVXjUHxlgRc/S220/Fred+and+Joan.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6776894313765396030.post-8011117285675109198</id><published>2009-10-14T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T08:42:19.037-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Vintage Moth'/><title type='text'>Christmas Vintage Images-Public Domain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/StXwhQCffoI/AAAAAAAABJE/-hWpkNVQi5o/s1600-h/99967x-012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392480582877806210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 149px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/StXwhQCffoI/AAAAAAAABJE/-hWpkNVQi5o/s200/99967x-012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/StXwYEpM-oI/AAAAAAAABI8/MZngdz9J3fM/s1600-h/1aaaaanoelmusic006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392480425200122498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/StXwYEpM-oI/AAAAAAAABI8/MZngdz9J3fM/s200/1aaaaanoelmusic006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/StXwFmPnciI/AAAAAAAABI0/Msb5Vty1Vbo/s1600-h/adchristm004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392480107802096162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/StXwFmPnciI/AAAAAAAABI0/Msb5Vty1Vbo/s200/adchristm004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/StXv2i0awsI/AAAAAAAABIs/ELDyS39nodw/s1600-h/plate2_copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392479849184674498" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 92px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/SdGQpYyUAxI/AAAAAAAAA50/-XHvGZHAEso/s200/simple-woman-daybook-large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Outside my window the sun is &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;shinning&lt;/span&gt; finally after three days of &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;rain&lt;/span&gt;...this week was the Martinsville Speedway race and the campers had three days of &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;rain, rain, rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping to find guidance as our house is definately sold and we have 6 weeks to decide where we do from here. We need jobs and a home. We need devine guidance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am still learning to take every thought into captivity especially now. I know He is seldom early, never late, but always just on time, however we also need that peace that passes all understanding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hear the sound of my cell phone gasping for a battery charge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am cooking nothing...its Monday night Chinese buffet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am thankful for our home being sold to a lovely young couple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am wearing polka-dot pajamas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am reading David Wilkersons newsletter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I am hoping to find a job for me, a job for my husband and a rent-to-own home in a Town we no not of, in a State we know not where...all by the end of the day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just finished making curtains for a cabinet I refinished which is in need of two pieces of glass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some picures I'll share with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319188997026284946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 123px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 275px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/SdGONeTrBZI/AAAAAAAAA5k/fW3NLeJWvOo/s320/cabinet.pic" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319192891276889042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/SdGRwJhXi9I/AAAAAAAAA58/kk18OZqPhzM/s200/hutch2.pic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My plans for this week is to seek, seek, seek....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The Paper Handmaiden&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6776894313765396030-7162123695055040810?l=thepaperhandmaidensheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepaperhandmaidensheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7162123695055040810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperhandmaidensheart.blogspot.com/2009/03/simple-womans-daybook-cabinet-curtains.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776894313765396030/posts/default/7162123695055040810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776894313765396030/posts/default/7162123695055040810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperhandmaidensheart.blogspot.com/2009/03/simple-womans-daybook-cabinet-curtains.html' title='The Simple Woman&apos;s Daybook-Cabinet Curtains'/><author><name>Joanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/S0qiq4GjFOI/AAAAAAAABKE/TVXjUHxlgRc/S220/Fred+and+Joan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/SdGQpYyUAxI/AAAAAAAAA50/-XHvGZHAEso/s72-c/simple-woman-daybook-large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6776894313765396030.post-1520516705732871346</id><published>2009-03-16T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T20:48:35.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Womans Daybook...Happy Irish!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://thesimplewomansdaybook.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313980807869755522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 97px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/Sb8NY9xR8II/AAAAAAAAA4M/9qQ77JosnRA/s200/simple-woman-daybook-large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Outside my window its raining and there are puddles in the yard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I am hoping to get some packing done. We have sold are home and are moving to ? we don't know yet. Every box packed has P.I.F. on it and to the believing and non-believing that means "Packed In Faith".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I am learning that since I prayed desiring to take every thought into activity, my thoughts have been like Armageddon...had no idea those thoughts were lurking about...but war is war!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I am cooking homemade soup and biscuits because we are going to revival tonight and need a quick dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I am thankful my husband who is understanding with my financial ineptness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I am wearing jeans skirt, tights and a light sweater.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I am reading the 1040 tax form. If you knew my mathematical skills, you would be rolling on the floor laughing hysterically.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I am hoping to find a home to rent for us until we buy one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I am creating a to do list, not to be confused with the honey do list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;One of my favorite things is table games or parlor games, you can learn alot about yourself and your company when you are in a competition.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Here is a picture thought I am sharing with you today: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;To Billy...rembering your love of the Irish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313995731975465906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/Sb8a9qZW67I/AAAAAAAAA4k/hmgWTL7TzYY/s320/RossCastleKillarneyNationalParkIrel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The Paper Handmaiden&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6776894313765396030-1520516705732871346?l=thepaperhandmaidensheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepaperhandmaidensheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1520516705732871346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperhandmaidensheart.blogspot.com/2009/03/simple-womans-daybookhappy-irish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776894313765396030/posts/default/1520516705732871346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776894313765396030/posts/default/1520516705732871346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperhandmaidensheart.blogspot.com/2009/03/simple-womans-daybookhappy-irish.html' title='Simple Womans Daybook...Happy Irish!'/><author><name>Joanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/S0qiq4GjFOI/AAAAAAAABKE/TVXjUHxlgRc/S220/Fred+and+Joan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/Sb8NY9xR8II/AAAAAAAAA4M/9qQ77JosnRA/s72-c/simple-woman-daybook-large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6776894313765396030.post-5208855296208505816</id><published>2009-03-09T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T11:43:46.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Religion Poll is Wrong</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/Sba0IVmDgiI/AAAAAAAAA38/2yFF4NEwB9Q/s1600-h/snapshot_75488ae8_f54a034c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311630865858789922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/Sba0IVmDgiI/AAAAAAAAA38/2yFF4NEwB9Q/s200/snapshot_75488ae8_f54a034c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Today's big hype is a survey which states that more and more Americans no longer believe in religion. I am sure their question was posed in such a way that those who have left mainstream religions were unsure of how to answer the question. You can be gauranteed that this latest survery will be twisted every way to make it look like we have lost our faith. I do not agree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Has the church changed in the last several years? Yes it has, but the true church, the Bride of Christ which is made of of all peoples, nations, and tribes, has not changed. Jesus said that the gates of hell would not prevail against his church. We are the body of Christ if we have received His Crucifixion as atonement for our sins. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;One of the main reasons people stated for turning from religion is "hypocrisy". Yes, we all fail and we all falter but using that as an excuse for someone to deny the existence of God is getting wearisome . I have had some "biggies" and have known that I disappointed God, but the point is to keep getting up. The scripture that tears my heart out is when the prophet told King David he gave the enemies of God a reason to blaspheme Him. When you realize that gut wrenching truth in your own life, your repentance goes deep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Have you faltered? Did you get up? The world says you made your bed now lie in it; but, Jesus said take up your bed and walk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Have you realized that your sin as a child of God gave his enemies a reason to blaspheme His name. "&lt;em&gt;Oh, you call yourself a Christian? "They are nothing but a bunch of hypocrites&lt;/em&gt;"... That is what the enemies of the Cross say. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We have to let them know that we do fall and we do fail, but if we confess our sins, He is faithful and just to forgive us our sins and cleanse us of all unrighteousness. I am not talking about cheap grace where you just keep going out and sinning because you choose to, I am talking about when you falter and fail. David tried to hide his sin, the organized church tries to hide their sins, we as individuals try to hide our sins--but our Father exposes them. What hurts the Father hurts us and when we come to the realization that we have not represented Him well, then we are humbled in His sight. When those who watch us fall begin to doubt His power to keep, we hurt for the Father. Put your trust in no man's flesh the word tells us and I think for this very reason..that we represent the Kingdom and the Father and when we fail those two, we fail and hurt Him. The Lords Kingdom has no end, but we do and we must stand before Him and give an account of our lives. Thank Him for His mercy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Maybe if we are more honest about our sinful selves rather that portraying ourselves as "perfect", we can turn this tide of using hypocrisy as a excuse not to receive the redemption for sin that Christ so dearly and willing paid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I am not a fan of "polling" but this one really got to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The Paper Handmaiden&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6776894313765396030-5208855296208505816?l=thepaperhandmaidensheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepaperhandmaidensheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5208855296208505816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperhandmaidensheart.blogspot.com/2009/03/religion-poll-is-wrong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776894313765396030/posts/default/5208855296208505816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776894313765396030/posts/default/5208855296208505816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperhandmaidensheart.blogspot.com/2009/03/religion-poll-is-wrong.html' title='New Religion Poll is Wrong'/><author><name>Joanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/S0qiq4GjFOI/AAAAAAAABKE/TVXjUHxlgRc/S220/Fred+and+Joan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/Sba0IVmDgiI/AAAAAAAAA38/2yFF4NEwB9Q/s72-c/snapshot_75488ae8_f54a034c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6776894313765396030.post-8285364639062643735</id><published>2009-03-09T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T18:24:12.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Womans Daybook - Thinking of You Card- March 9</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://thesimplewomansdaybook.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311225423990671874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 81px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/SbVDYg78ygI/AAAAAAAAA3M/HQo-fZ56wCo/s320/simple-woman-daybook-large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Outside my window the sun is shinning,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the snow is gone&lt;/div&gt;it going to be hot and sticky &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;before too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am hoping to find something within myself to redeem this beautiful day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am learning to take every thought into captivity. The more I determine to do this, the more my mind wanders.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am cooking pizza!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am thankful children who are walking in the way of righteousness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am wearing jeans, a light shirt, not so heavy duty socks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am reading "Me and My Big Mouth" by Joyce Myer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am hoping to finish my course with excellence. Since I am no where near excellence, I have a lot of work to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just finished creating a get well card using a bird pattern I found on line.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311263310314930978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/SbVl1yfjAyI/AAAAAAAAA3s/ug1EDBzhs4I/s320/birdcard.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am hearing the sound of the "breezy" day. Windows are open and the air is clear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of my favorite things is decorating. Decorate anything from cakes to curtains.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a picture thought I am sharing with you:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311263199364750482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 279px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/SbVlvVK9nJI/AAAAAAAAA3k/iEZkQYfRfb0/s320/daffodil.pic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The Paper Handmaiden&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6776894313765396030-8285364639062643735?l=thepaperhandmaidensheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepaperhandmaidensheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8285364639062643735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperhandmaidensheart.blogspot.com/2009/03/simple-womans-daybook-march-9.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776894313765396030/posts/default/8285364639062643735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776894313765396030/posts/default/8285364639062643735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperhandmaidensheart.blogspot.com/2009/03/simple-womans-daybook-march-9.html' title='Simple Womans Daybook - Thinking of You Card- March 9'/><author><name>Joanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/S0qiq4GjFOI/AAAAAAAABKE/TVXjUHxlgRc/S220/Fred+and+Joan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/SbVDYg78ygI/AAAAAAAAA3M/HQo-fZ56wCo/s72-c/simple-woman-daybook-large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6776894313765396030.post-7508943959099513578</id><published>2009-03-01T18:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T06:25:45.535-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Simple Woman's Daybook-March 2, 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thesimplewomansdaybook.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308408069315516450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 89px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 117px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/SatBA45eWCI/AAAAAAAAA18/sXEEB6wREKc/s200/simple-woman-daybook-large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Outside my window&lt;/strong&gt; the is our first snow storm ,in March, can't get any better than that. Friday it will be in the 60's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am hoping to&lt;/strong&gt; stop my mind from racing in a thousand different directions because... &lt;strong&gt;I am &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;from the learning room &lt;/strong&gt;, I am learning to lean, learning to lean...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am cooking...&lt;/strong&gt;frozen chicken&lt;strong&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308594474570564882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 94px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/SavqjGlhRRI/AAAAAAAAA2c/AFVO1vRVJaA/s200/frozenchicken.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am thankful&lt;/strong&gt; for the wonder people I am meeting from the Simple Woman's Daybook Family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am wearing&lt;/strong&gt; long pants, long socks, long-sleeve shirt and long gloves, long coat and long scarf. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am reading&lt;/strong&gt; yesterday's Sunday School Lesson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am hoping&lt;/strong&gt; to stay calm, not get over imaginative, keep trusting, that this housing situation will all work together for the good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am creating&lt;/strong&gt; a recovered wing back chair as soon as I can figure out how to do it without taking the chair apart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am hearing&lt;/strong&gt; Zzz Zzz the sound of my husband who worked two wreckers this snowy weekend. He had one wrecker service phone in his left pocket and one wrecker service phone in his right pocket&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308594398709289954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/Savqer-yE-I/AAAAAAAAA2U/N1Pe47mI5AY/s200/HPIM2305.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One of my favorite things&lt;/strong&gt; is to do go cart racing, its the closest I'll ever get to competing with my husbands former NASCAR experiences.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a picture thought I am sharing with you: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yeah snow for me&lt;/strong&gt; and probably,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308594650908545730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/SavqtXfxUsI/AAAAAAAAA2k/DLxdJr_zr1g/s200/HPIM2301.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh, no, more snow for you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308447893034047874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/SatlO7z3GYI/AAAAAAAAA2M/Klx13y9csJU/s200/HPIM2296.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The Paper Handmaiden&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6776894313765396030-7508943959099513578?l=thepaperhandmaidensheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepaperhandmaidensheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7508943959099513578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperhandmaidensheart.blogspot.com/2009/03/simple-womans-daybook-march-2-2009.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776894313765396030/posts/default/7508943959099513578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776894313765396030/posts/default/7508943959099513578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperhandmaidensheart.blogspot.com/2009/03/simple-womans-daybook-march-2-2009.html' title='The Simple Woman&apos;s Daybook-March 2, 2009'/><author><name>Joanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/S0qiq4GjFOI/AAAAAAAABKE/TVXjUHxlgRc/S220/Fred+and+Joan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/SatBA45eWCI/AAAAAAAAA18/sXEEB6wREKc/s72-c/simple-woman-daybook-large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6776894313765396030.post-5538465514525676380</id><published>2009-02-22T21:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T22:16:34.681-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blessed Assurance'/><title type='text'>Blessed Re-assurance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/SaI-t-ZcQHI/AAAAAAAAA0s/yLqbbiD3FK0/s1600-h/bandaid.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305872270560608370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 58px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/SaI-t-ZcQHI/AAAAAAAAA0s/yLqbbiD3FK0/s200/bandaid.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There was a time when I was sure that I was dying from a certain ailment and can remember telling the Lord that if it was going to happen, it was going to happen. I told him that if I had to die so that others could come to the funeral and hear a good salvation message and give their hearts to Him, then I was ready. I was so gravely serious and so willing to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then He spoke and said this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Joan, I really appreciate you wanting to die so others can be saved, but its not necessary for you to die for them, My son already did that. I then busted out in such laughter that I couldn't help but come out of my seriousness and thank Him for His patience with me. That was 3o years ago and I'm still here. I just love how He surprises us with his tender mercy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;@jmb&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The Paper Handmaiden&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6776894313765396030-5538465514525676380?l=thepaperhandmaidensheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepaperhandmaidensheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5538465514525676380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperhandmaidensheart.blogspot.com/2009/02/blessed-re-assurance.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776894313765396030/posts/default/5538465514525676380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776894313765396030/posts/default/5538465514525676380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperhandmaidensheart.blogspot.com/2009/02/blessed-re-assurance.html' title='Blessed Re-assurance'/><author><name>Joanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/S0qiq4GjFOI/AAAAAAAABKE/TVXjUHxlgRc/S220/Fred+and+Joan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/SaI-t-ZcQHI/AAAAAAAAA0s/yLqbbiD3FK0/s72-c/bandaid.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6776894313765396030.post-6860777782406234527</id><published>2009-02-22T11:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T06:52:11.205-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Simple Woma's Daybook-February 23, 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://thesimplewomansdaybook.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305710463351400338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 97px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 147px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/SaGrjjkiJ5I/AAAAAAAAA0U/tM6B0R2rlpQ/s200/simple-woman-daybook-large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For Today:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Outside my window the sun is shining and the wind is blowing.  I am always fascinated by the wind because you can't capture it, you can only show the evidence of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;l hoping that the people who low bid on our house will come back with a respectable offer that doesn't insult my husband.  The word says "it is easier to subdue a city than to subdue a brother offended.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am thinking about spiritual eyes being opened so that they can see the goodness of God in the land of the living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From the learning rooms life has its disappointments but disappointment does not have to be a way of life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am thankful for my husband who has the heart of a ready helper and will go to extremes to help someone in need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am boiling water to put in the dog's 'frozen water container so his tongue won't stick to the ice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am wearing two shirts, a sweater and corduroy pants because its cold to the bone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am reading old love letters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am hoping to make some progress on finding a job and a home with my husband where we can be on the same page.  Hoping to bear gigantic fruit for the kingdom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am creating this post which has probably been said 1,000 times but that is exactly what I am doing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am hearing the humming of the electric heater in my room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of my favorite things is to go to the ocean and listen to the power of nature.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a picture thought I am sharing with you: This beautiful bowl is a gift from J&amp;amp;K which they brought back from the cruise last week to Mexico. They stayed over Saturday night on their way back to Rhode Island.  Its beautiful, but not as beautiful as they are!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305711199194855522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 151px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/SaGsOYzSOGI/AAAAAAAAA0c/r4qRTFKySa8/s200/mexico.pic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The Paper Handmaiden&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6776894313765396030-6860777782406234527?l=thepaperhandmaidensheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepaperhandmaidensheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6860777782406234527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperhandmaidensheart.blogspot.com/2009/02/simple-womas-daybook-february-23-2009.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776894313765396030/posts/default/6860777782406234527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776894313765396030/posts/default/6860777782406234527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperhandmaidensheart.blogspot.com/2009/02/simple-womas-daybook-february-23-2009.html' title='The Simple Woma&apos;s Daybook-February 23, 2009'/><author><name>Joanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/S0qiq4GjFOI/AAAAAAAABKE/TVXjUHxlgRc/S220/Fred+and+Joan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/SaGrjjkiJ5I/AAAAAAAAA0U/tM6B0R2rlpQ/s72-c/simple-woman-daybook-large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6776894313765396030.post-2785611352888283090</id><published>2009-02-16T13:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T13:33:55.902-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Simple Woman's Daybook - Wood for Mr. Ward. Feb. 16</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://thesimplewomansdaybook.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303507097060145890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 113px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/SZnXmwgIeuI/AAAAAAAAAzk/NbfJg3j8pxY/s200/simple-woman-daybook-large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For Today...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Outside my window...the is a beautiful blanket of snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am thinking about the people coming to look at the house today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am thankful for... Josh and Keri's visit from RI this weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From the kitchen... I can see my husband helping our neighbor stack wood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am creating a card for my blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am wearing... three layers of clothes because it is cold outside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am reading... my never ending e-mail because I took a coupon survey!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am hoping... to have direction for where my husband and I should move.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am hearing... a song on the radio "&lt;em&gt;life has many choices but eternity only has two&lt;/em&gt;".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the rest of the week I am planning to look for work and a NE home with God's divine direction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Husband and Mr. Ward after they stacked wood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303509958147100514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 173px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/SZnaNS4az2I/AAAAAAAAAzs/8QnjiPORyNQ/s200/fredandpaul.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Mr. Ward is 88 years old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The Paper Handmaiden&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6776894313765396030-2785611352888283090?l=thepaperhandmaidensheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepaperhandmaidensheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2785611352888283090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperhandmaidensheart.blogspot.com/2009/02/simple-womans-daybook-february-16-wood.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776894313765396030/posts/default/2785611352888283090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776894313765396030/posts/default/2785611352888283090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperhandmaidensheart.blogspot.com/2009/02/simple-womans-daybook-february-16-wood.html' title='The Simple Woman&apos;s Daybook - Wood for Mr. Ward. Feb. 16'/><author><name>Joanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/S0qiq4GjFOI/AAAAAAAABKE/TVXjUHxlgRc/S220/Fred+and+Joan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/SZnXmwgIeuI/AAAAAAAAAzk/NbfJg3j8pxY/s72-c/simple-woman-daybook-large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6776894313765396030.post-2237337664815022907</id><published>2009-02-11T19:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T20:47:14.834-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Us Remember the Mercy of God</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/SZObAH6II6I/AAAAAAAAAyY/8zFrXOgrbAU/s1600-h/HPIM1992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301751612770362274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/SZObAH6II6I/AAAAAAAAAyY/8zFrXOgrbAU/s200/HPIM1992.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My husband and I have the opportunity this week to participate in a web cam prayer and fasting service at Times Square Church in NY. The main thrust of the prayer meetings is to ask God for his forgiveness and mercy upon us as a nation and that we too should practice mercy and forgiveness. When we do that we do show forth the love of Christ and show the unforgiven and the merciless how great is our God. The mercy seat is an amazing study when you consider that the dear Lamb of God is the atonement. The High Priest was His own sacrifice for our sins. Now that is mercy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The text tonight was about Jonah and how unmerciful he was toward Nineveh even when God had compassion on those in Nineveh and was sending mercy before he sent judgment. We as Christians sometimes feel justified in calling for judgment before we call upon God for mercy. (unless it is our own selves, then we want mercy so that we won't be judged).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Jonah wasn't a willing participant in this exercise of God's mercy by any means. I think he pouted through the whole experience and then sat on a hill waiting to see if God would pulverize Nineveh into the ground. Are we not at times resenting "why do the wicked prosper" or feel justified to for call for judgment when we ourselves have received so great a salvation? I know I stand guilty but ah, the mercy of God &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; we receive&lt;em&gt; mercy that doesn't give us what we deserve nor do we deserve what we get. &lt;/em&gt;Who is there in your life that you are sitting comfortably by waiting for the judgment of God to fall on? Ask God to have mercy on them for His ways are not our ways and we must extend the same mercy to them which he gave to us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was really touched by this service because I know how easy it would be to call for judgment on all the financial institutions which have wronged so many people and those who are losing their jobs because of corporate greed--but exercising prayers of mercy and seeking for forgiveness puts an end to what could be the beginning of a long recovery period for many. My own journey has been filled with tremendous mercies and grace. Now we can look forward to the miraculous interventions that our God can and will do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;@jmb&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The Paper Handmaiden&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6776894313765396030-2237337664815022907?l=thepaperhandmaidensheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepaperhandmaidensheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2237337664815022907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperhandmaidensheart.blogspot.com/2009/02/lets-remember-mercy-of-god.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776894313765396030/posts/default/2237337664815022907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776894313765396030/posts/default/2237337664815022907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperhandmaidensheart.blogspot.com/2009/02/lets-remember-mercy-of-god.html' title='Let Us Remember the Mercy of God'/><author><name>Joanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/S0qiq4GjFOI/AAAAAAAABKE/TVXjUHxlgRc/S220/Fred+and+Joan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/SZObAH6II6I/AAAAAAAAAyY/8zFrXOgrbAU/s72-c/HPIM1992.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6776894313765396030.post-2337794900554171804</id><published>2009-02-09T18:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T18:44:32.124-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Womas Days Book February 9th</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://thesimplewomansdaybook.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300992912853220834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 106px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/SZDo9-d6veI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/h2qxKfoDBOk/s200/simple-woman-daybook-large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Outside my window I can see the donkeys across the street.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am thinking what will today bring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From the learning rooms I watch the birds and remember His Eye in on the Sparrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am thankful for the smell of morning coffee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;From the kitchen thinking about what's for dinner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am reading "&lt;em&gt;The Coming Depression&lt;/em&gt;" by David Wilkerson --1998.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am hoping for a fund day with my husband (its his day off). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am creating a pattern to recover a chair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am hearing two songs in my head at the same time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of my favorite things is taking &lt;strong&gt;picture of the sunset in our backyard.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a picture thought I am sharing with you:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300991912374381650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/SZDoDvZLLFI/AAAAAAAAAxI/dJuTKktDy_U/s200/HPIM2171.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The Paper Handmaiden&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6776894313765396030-2337794900554171804?l=thepaperhandmaidensheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepaperhandmaidensheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2337794900554171804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperhandmaidensheart.blogspot.com/2009/02/simple-womas-days-book-february-9th.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776894313765396030/posts/default/2337794900554171804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776894313765396030/posts/default/2337794900554171804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperhandmaidensheart.blogspot.com/2009/02/simple-womas-days-book-february-9th.html' title='Simple Womas Days Book February 9th'/><author><name>Joanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/S0qiq4GjFOI/AAAAAAAABKE/TVXjUHxlgRc/S220/Fred+and+Joan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/SZDo9-d6veI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/h2qxKfoDBOk/s72-c/simple-woman-daybook-large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6776894313765396030.post-613454091720767460</id><published>2009-02-05T22:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T18:54:39.809-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Husban Rocks'/><title type='text'>My Husband Rocks Fond Memory-the Joke's on Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://myhusbandrocksblogroll.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299572225800498082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 138px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 107px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/SYvc3Gxda6I/AAAAAAAAAwA/CFlY1A-lgjA/s200/HPIM1777.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently we went to the new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Taubman&lt;/span&gt; Art Museum to see this magnificent building and its latest art display. As we entered the room with the oil painting, I notice a man lying on the floor, curled up in a ball,  and said "Look Honey" at that man on the floor. My husband said: oh my, do you think he's fainted? I didn't know for sure but at that exact moment a security man was passing by. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, of course, I drew the officers attention to the man on the floor. When the security guard asked me what did I think we should do about the guy on the floor I thought perhaps the guard was a little unqualified for his position. Then I noticed that my husband and the guard were laughing. It turned out that the man lying in the corner was part of the Art Museums reality display. The man on the floor was a wax dummy! (Or was I the dummy?) I won't forget that dear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://myhusbandrocksblogroll.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;@&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;jmb&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The Paper Handmaiden&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6776894313765396030-613454091720767460?l=thepaperhandmaidensheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepaperhandmaidensheart.blogspot.com/feeds/613454091720767460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperhandmaidensheart.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-husband-rocks-fond-memory-jokes-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776894313765396030/posts/default/613454091720767460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776894313765396030/posts/default/613454091720767460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperhandmaidensheart.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-husband-rocks-fond-memory-jokes-on.html' title='My Husband Rocks Fond Memory-the Joke&apos;s on Me!'/><author><name>Joanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/S0qiq4GjFOI/AAAAAAAABKE/TVXjUHxlgRc/S220/Fred+and+Joan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/SYvc3Gxda6I/AAAAAAAAAwA/CFlY1A-lgjA/s72-c/HPIM1777.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6776894313765396030.post-6979779280164543369</id><published>2009-02-04T14:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T14:21:34.403-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God is My Provision'/><title type='text'>God is My Provision</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/SYoUZ3hccpI/AAAAAAAAAvU/rq8gO08vz-Y/s1600-h/HPIM1958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299070346188321426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/SYoUZ3hccpI/AAAAAAAAAvU/rq8gO08vz-Y/s200/HPIM1958.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Am is your provision.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What have you need ofthat is not aready fulfilled&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in Me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If a man asks his father for a loaf of bread &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;will he hand him a stone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You have notbecause you ask not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and when you askyou ask amiss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is money?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My provision was inthe mouth of a fish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.It is calming your raging soul?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My provision was in my servant David&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as he succored Saul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is wisdom?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even the mouth of babes speak it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is health?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spoke the Word&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and they were made whole.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What have you need of today?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Am in thee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and we are in the Father,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the provision is already there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; @jmb&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The Paper Handmaiden&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6776894313765396030-6979779280164543369?l=thepaperhandmaidensheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepaperhandmaidensheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6979779280164543369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperhandmaidensheart.blogspot.com/2009/02/god-is-my-provision.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776894313765396030/posts/default/6979779280164543369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776894313765396030/posts/default/6979779280164543369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperhandmaidensheart.blogspot.com/2009/02/god-is-my-provision.html' title='God is My Provision'/><author><name>Joanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/S0qiq4GjFOI/AAAAAAAABKE/TVXjUHxlgRc/S220/Fred+and+Joan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/SYoUZ3hccpI/AAAAAAAAAvU/rq8gO08vz-Y/s72-c/HPIM1958.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6776894313765396030.post-6348024258303865322</id><published>2009-02-04T13:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T13:55:09.612-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wounder Warriers'/><title type='text'>Wounded Warriers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/SYoOVSL8jUI/AAAAAAAAAvA/TACO-QMEUG0/s1600-h/klt.pic"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299063670376795458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/SYoOVSL8jUI/AAAAAAAAAvA/TACO-QMEUG0/s200/klt.pic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My children sit outside the camp staring at their wounds,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wanting to he healed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but not knowing how.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They are as broken soldiers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and in their frustration they have lifted the sword &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;one against the other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have I not said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that I Am the God of your healing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and that Mine shall be a victorious army?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The trumpet of the battle is soon to blow,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I shall raise up my children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They shall be made whole&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and they shall march out in victory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Too long have the talents I have given&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my children have been laid aside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dust off your uniform, prepare to put it on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shall march through the camp and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shall heal the broken hearted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the afflicted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The Paper Handmaiden&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6776894313765396030-6348024258303865322?l=thepaperhandmaidensheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepaperhandmaidensheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6348024258303865322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperhandmaidensheart.blogspot.com/2009/02/wounded-warriers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776894313765396030/posts/default/6348024258303865322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776894313765396030/posts/default/6348024258303865322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperhandmaidensheart.blogspot.com/2009/02/wounded-warriers.html' title='Wounded Warriers'/><author><name>Joanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/S0qiq4GjFOI/AAAAAAAABKE/TVXjUHxlgRc/S220/Fred+and+Joan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/SYoOVSL8jUI/AAAAAAAAAvA/TACO-QMEUG0/s72-c/klt.pic' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6776894313765396030.post-2332174364711696540</id><published>2009-02-04T01:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T18:47:12.845-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Simple Womans Day Book'/><title type='text'>The Simple Womans Day Book -Feb. 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/SZDqTQWWmKI/AAAAAAAAAxY/FFcxDmtb_YU/s1600-h/simple-woman-daybook-large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300994377942210722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 101px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/SZDqTQWWmKI/AAAAAAAAAxY/FFcxDmtb_YU/s200/simple-woman-daybook-large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside my window the clouds are moving faster than I've ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking...I am thankful for quiet moments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the learning rooms...I need to practice difficult guitar cords.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the kitchen. I see my neighbor walking with his lovely bride of 45 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am wearing a baseball hat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am creating greetingcards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going with my husband for Monday date lunch (Monday is his only day off).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am reading &lt;em&gt;Get Out of That Pit&lt;/em&gt; by Beth More&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping our house will sell soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l am hearing the sound of many challenges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around the house..I need to be more organized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite things...Chocolate Walnut Brownies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few plans for the rest of the week: paint the bedroom before the house sells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is picture thought I am sharing...my neighbor's cows!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299073514448102290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/SYoXSSNcI5I/AAAAAAAAAvc/jJgicEu8tBQ/s200/HPIM1190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;and sharing it with sisters of the Simple Womans Daybook group. &lt;a href="http://thesimplewomansdaybook.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://thesimplewomansdaybook.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The Paper Handmaiden&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6776894313765396030-2332174364711696540?l=thepaperhandmaidensheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepaperhandmaidensheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2332174364711696540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperhandmaidensheart.blogspot.com/2009/02/simple-womans-day-book-feb-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776894313765396030/posts/default/2332174364711696540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776894313765396030/posts/default/2332174364711696540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperhandmaidensheart.blogspot.com/2009/02/simple-womans-day-book-feb-2.html' title='The Simple Womans Day Book -Feb. 2'/><author><name>Joanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/S0qiq4GjFOI/AAAAAAAABKE/TVXjUHxlgRc/S220/Fred+and+Joan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/SZDqTQWWmKI/AAAAAAAAAxY/FFcxDmtb_YU/s72-c/simple-woman-daybook-large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6776894313765396030.post-3101408367117408449</id><published>2009-02-04T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T00:29:28.545-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='He is My Daily Bread'/><title type='text'>He is Our Daily Bread</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/SYlM6csxcUI/AAAAAAAAAuY/xClXzfL3NW0/s1600-h/BREAD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298851003598205250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/SYlM6csxcUI/AAAAAAAAAuY/xClXzfL3NW0/s200/BREAD.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;He is Our Daily Bread&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;He is the one who breaks the bread&lt;br /&gt;and makes it to feed the multitude .&lt;br /&gt;It is by His handthat we become broken&lt;br /&gt;but we become this when we become His instrument&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In contrast,&lt;br /&gt;man does not live by bread alone,&lt;br /&gt;this world's manna,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but by His manna we become someone else's manna,&lt;br /&gt;the Bread which came down from Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world's manna is&lt;br /&gt;bread of idleness&lt;br /&gt;bread of sorrow,&lt;br /&gt;bread of wickedness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is our Daily Bread&lt;br /&gt;the Bread of Life.&lt;br /&gt;The bread of God is He.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bread which still comes down&lt;br /&gt;from Heaven, daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus is the Bread of Life&lt;br /&gt;broken for us&lt;br /&gt;bread to feed us and&lt;br /&gt;to feed through us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The Paper Handmaiden&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6776894313765396030-3101408367117408449?l=thepaperhandmaidensheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepaperhandmaidensheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3101408367117408449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperhandmaidensheart.blogspot.com/2009/02/he-is-our-daily-bread.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776894313765396030/posts/default/3101408367117408449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776894313765396030/posts/default/3101408367117408449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperhandmaidensheart.blogspot.com/2009/02/he-is-our-daily-bread.html' title='He is Our Daily Bread'/><author><name>Joanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/S0qiq4GjFOI/AAAAAAAABKE/TVXjUHxlgRc/S220/Fred+and+Joan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/SYlM6csxcUI/AAAAAAAAAuY/xClXzfL3NW0/s72-c/BREAD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6776894313765396030.post-7676786595807158508</id><published>2009-02-03T23:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T00:00:31.121-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Freedom of Salvation'/><title type='text'>The Freedom of Salvation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/SYlLGVC0x6I/AAAAAAAAAuQ/xkOHSz6tCUc/s1600-h/toodjay.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298849008678389666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 98px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/SYlLGVC0x6I/AAAAAAAAAuQ/xkOHSz6tCUc/s200/toodjay.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we receive by faith the salvation of God, we receive everlasting life and the power to become the children of God. The gift of salvation cleanses us from all unrighteousness. We become a new person. We receive the power to live as a child of the living God and receive His peace, the peace that passes all understanding.My experience has been to hold that gift with a fist so tight that none should steal it. This is not the liberty in which it was given, nor was it meant to be lived.We are always looking about for a thief to steal it, a chance of dropping it, or maybe having a change of heart and throwing it all away. This is not liberty, it is bondage.This is the parable of the unused talent. The unjust servant. One who has been justified but lives as though justification never given, and salvation never received.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The Paper Handmaiden&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6776894313765396030-7676786595807158508?l=thepaperhandmaidensheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepaperhandmaidensheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7676786595807158508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperhandmaidensheart.blogspot.com/2009/02/freedom-of-salvation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776894313765396030/posts/default/7676786595807158508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776894313765396030/posts/default/7676786595807158508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperhandmaidensheart.blogspot.com/2009/02/freedom-of-salvation.html' title='The Freedom of Salvation'/><author><name>Joanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/S0qiq4GjFOI/AAAAAAAABKE/TVXjUHxlgRc/S220/Fred+and+Joan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/SYlLGVC0x6I/AAAAAAAAAuQ/xkOHSz6tCUc/s72-c/toodjay.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6776894313765396030.post-4992084036618050952</id><published>2009-01-17T20:38:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T00:43:01.480-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Witnessing Kit'/><title type='text'>Witnessing Packet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/SXKylHPEcEI/AAAAAAAAAqY/fCzF0ZLgdco/s1600-h/witnesstwo.pic"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292488862780911682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/SXKylHPEcEI/AAAAAAAAAqY/fCzF0ZLgdco/s400/witnesstwo.pic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/SXKydVc6AuI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/Zacw7KD9bs4/s1600-h/witnessone.pic"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292488729158091490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 172px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/SXKydVc6AuI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/Zacw7KD9bs4/s400/witnessone.pic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I have this witnessing kit posted on my &lt;a href="http://thepaperhandmaiden.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://thepaperhandmaiden.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I especially wanted to put it on this one. I was asked to speak to the&lt;br /&gt;teenagers about sharing the Gospel and their faith. It was interesting because before you can share the Gospel ,you actually have to know what the Gospel is and asking them to tell you what the Gospel is and what it means to them is a good indicator of their understanding or sadly, their misunderstanding of  salvation.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;This kit is great because its easy to make and can be made for all age levels. The contests were purchased at the Christian Book Store, but if you have a computer you can print out your own contents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The Paper Handmaiden&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6776894313765396030-4992084036618050952?l=thepaperhandmaidensheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepaperhandmaidensheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4992084036618050952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperhandmaidensheart.blogspot.com/2009/01/witnessing-packet_5624.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776894313765396030/posts/default/4992084036618050952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776894313765396030/posts/default/4992084036618050952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperhandmaidensheart.blogspot.com/2009/01/witnessing-packet_5624.html' title='Witnessing Packet'/><author><name>Joanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/S0qiq4GjFOI/AAAAAAAABKE/TVXjUHxlgRc/S220/Fred+and+Joan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/SXKylHPEcEI/AAAAAAAAAqY/fCzF0ZLgdco/s72-c/witnesstwo.pic' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6776894313765396030.post-3564952280710421913</id><published>2009-01-12T08:21:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T23:35:44.042-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Credit Card Tithe'/><title type='text'>Credit Card "TITHE"</title><content type='html'>I was thinking this morning about the bondage of credit card debt. I can't wait to get that monkey off my back. It's fascinating that we would never consider materialism an "idol" but as I pondered just how much money credit card companies receive in interest rates, I realized I have been "tithing to the god of materialism".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a tongue-in-check analysis, but it has a reality to it. We struggle over giving the Lord a tithe, but we give to the credit card company interest rates far greater than we would ever consider giving to the work of the Lord. I say "we" but I really mean me. Not asking the Lord for wisdom about purchases, but just "putting it on the card"..doesn't take much faith. Then when the bill comes due, suddenly I have faith to seek the Lord for help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an eyeopener for me because the materialistic country that we live in is now getting a lesson in "knowing the difference between your wants and your needs".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry Lord for giving more to Bank America than I have given to you. That I didn't ask and wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank Jesus for your truth "your Father knows what you have need of". What we need and what we want are two entirely different things. Yes the Lord will give us the desires of our heart, but we have been blessing ourselves without even inquiring of him or allowing Him delight in giving us the desires of our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;"Owe no man anything except to lover him". We can do this by delighting in doing what the Lord does..feeding the hungry, clothing the naked and restoring sight to the blind. How can we do this? Pay our debts and free ourselves to love others with what rightfully belongs to God--not Bank America, Chase or Wachovia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The Paper Handmaiden&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6776894313765396030-3564952280710421913?l=thepaperhandmaidensheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepaperhandmaidensheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3564952280710421913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperhandmaidensheart.blogspot.com/2009/01/credit-card_6766.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776894313765396030/posts/default/3564952280710421913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776894313765396030/posts/default/3564952280710421913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperhandmaidensheart.blogspot.com/2009/01/credit-card_6766.html' title='Credit Card &amp;quot;TITHE&amp;quot;'/><author><name>Joanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/S0qiq4GjFOI/AAAAAAAABKE/TVXjUHxlgRc/S220/Fred+and+Joan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6776894313765396030.post-1686618958518038795</id><published>2008-12-28T09:34:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T00:12:26.433-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clean'/><title type='text'>Clean</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/SVe6lFfoSQI/AAAAAAAAAoo/JcXmVLey1z4/s1600-h/tree.pic"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284897834035333378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 172px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/SVe6lFfoSQI/AAAAAAAAAoo/JcXmVLey1z4/s320/tree.pic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;By His Crown He wore,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my thoughts are purified.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the nails in His hands,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my works are sanctified.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By His broken heart,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my heart been revived&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that the Father may be Glorified.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His shed blood my sanctification,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His torn flesh, my consecration.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lord, santify me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as Thou has done for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on the Cross at Calvary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By your deeds, not mine,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I receive my consecration&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for you are the One True Vine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He gave Himself willingly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He suffered, bled and died&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and in his pain and agony &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was unto Thee He cried.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not for Himself with pity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His death was not in vain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;by by faith and believing, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it is I whose soul He gained.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;_________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The seed of His death &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;became the havest of life,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we are His children&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the seed of the First Born.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The Paper Handmaiden&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6776894313765396030-1686618958518038795?l=thepaperhandmaidensheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepaperhandmaidensheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1686618958518038795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperhandmaidensheart.blogspot.com/2008/12/clean_6030.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776894313765396030/posts/default/1686618958518038795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776894313765396030/posts/default/1686618958518038795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperhandmaidensheart.blogspot.com/2008/12/clean_6030.html' title='Clean'/><author><name>Joanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/S0qiq4GjFOI/AAAAAAAABKE/TVXjUHxlgRc/S220/Fred+and+Joan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/SVe6lFfoSQI/AAAAAAAAAoo/JcXmVLey1z4/s72-c/tree.pic' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6776894313765396030.post-4503470994905937868</id><published>2008-12-24T10:55:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T23:35:44.099-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283432434867580370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 131px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/SVKFzoMPLdI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/igV5m1nDDAY/s200/cardinal.pic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/SVKHPZtx1gI/AAAAAAAAAjg/8XIzYc19rzo/s1600-h/christmas.pic.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283434011529696770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/SVKHPZtx1gI/AAAAAAAAAjg/8XIzYc19rzo/s200/christmas.pic.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; Merry Blessed Christmas to you. If you are interested in card making, please visit my other blog, The Paper Handmaiden....I am looking forward to meeting some sisters and hope you each have a wonderful and safe Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The Paper Handmaiden&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6776894313765396030-4503470994905937868?l=thepaperhandmaidensheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepaperhandmaidensheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4503470994905937868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperhandmaidensheart.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas_9086.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776894313765396030/posts/default/4503470994905937868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776894313765396030/posts/default/4503470994905937868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperhandmaidensheart.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas_9086.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Joanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/S0qiq4GjFOI/AAAAAAAABKE/TVXjUHxlgRc/S220/Fred+and+Joan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/SVKFzoMPLdI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/igV5m1nDDAY/s72-c/cardinal.pic' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6776894313765396030.post-5971667412485276627</id><published>2008-12-24T10:37:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T00:35:20.351-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Am My Beloved&apos;s'/><title type='text'>What is a Woman?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/SYlPtTWxn1I/AAAAAAAAAug/Se_dNYKKmrI/s1600-h/HPIM1118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298854076286607186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/SYlPtTWxn1I/AAAAAAAAAug/Se_dNYKKmrI/s200/HPIM1118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/SVKBqqniBmI/AAAAAAAAAi4/GSUcGyX_5m0/s1600-h/upgrade.pic+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;What is a Woman&lt;/u&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I call her beloved,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;altogether lovely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A woman is made in the image of God,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yet she is not alone &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;outside of man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is why she is desirous of him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I call my church "Bride".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and to be protected.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ask me of woman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for I have made her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for I am her creator.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do not be afraid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to come to me as a woman,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did I not make you thus?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know your needs,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;your vulnerability,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yet you and I are one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you abide in me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you shall move and breath&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and have your being in Me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Am is your Beloved,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Am is your covering.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do not be afraid of the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;faces of men.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Their comments or their criticisms say:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Am is my beloved,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Am is my keeper,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Am is My protection,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Am is all my need,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for all I need is Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I am my Beloved's and He is mine, His banner over me is love."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The Paper Handmaiden&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6776894313765396030-5971667412485276627?l=thepaperhandmaidensheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepaperhandmaidensheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5971667412485276627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperhandmaidensheart.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-is-woman_8295.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776894313765396030/posts/default/5971667412485276627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776894313765396030/posts/default/5971667412485276627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperhandmaidensheart.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-is-woman_8295.html' title='What is a Woman?'/><author><name>Joanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/S0qiq4GjFOI/AAAAAAAABKE/TVXjUHxlgRc/S220/Fred+and+Joan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/SYlPtTWxn1I/AAAAAAAAAug/Se_dNYKKmrI/s72-c/HPIM1118.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6776894313765396030.post-7686287510510462725</id><published>2008-12-22T22:23:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T23:35:44.058-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Peace on Earth - Good Will to Men'/><title type='text'>Are you at the Inn or The Stable?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/SVCKYsWQEBI/AAAAAAAAAgc/aHXwl3Djnuk/s1600-h/HPIM1918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282874519731572754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/SVCKYsWQEBI/AAAAAAAAAgc/aHXwl3Djnuk/s200/HPIM1918.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/SVCEkf3mfFI/AAAAAAAAAgM/pj_tZ1dQj2c/s1600-h/rejoice.pic"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This Christmas season I have really been focused on the difference between what was going on at The Inn and what was going on in the stable. Like Martha and Mary, we have a choice on Christmas to be at the Inn or at the Stable in our hearts and minds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Inn was all booked up with those registering as commanded by the king. There must have been some very interesting conversations about the "government, more taxes, the long journey,..." Meanwhile, in the very back of the Inn there was the true King being born. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did the Angel and the Multitude of Heavenly Host go to the Inn? No....They went to the Shepherds keeping watch over their flock by night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To all the Shepherds keeping watch over your flock may the Lord Bless you with peace and a wonderful renewal of His Good News--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To the multitude worried about the economic melt down and the government and all the concerns we can clearly see, look away for a moment. Gaze on the Savior so far removed from this world's system and saying: Peace on Earth--Good Will to Men" For the Government of the people shall be upon His Shoulders". Let Him carry the busyness of the season--you can be still and know that He is God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder if we went to Bethlehem would we find Martha at the Inn and Mary at the stable? Choose the better part--sit at His feet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;God Bless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The Paper Handmaiden&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6776894313765396030-7686287510510462725?l=thepaperhandmaidensheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepaperhandmaidensheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7686287510510462725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperhandmaidensheart.blogspot.com/2008/12/are-you-at-inn-or-stable_9012.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776894313765396030/posts/default/7686287510510462725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776894313765396030/posts/default/7686287510510462725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperhandmaidensheart.blogspot.com/2008/12/are-you-at-inn-or-stable_9012.html' title='Are you at the Inn or The Stable?'/><author><name>Joanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/S0qiq4GjFOI/AAAAAAAABKE/TVXjUHxlgRc/S220/Fred+and+Joan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/SVCKYsWQEBI/AAAAAAAAAgc/aHXwl3Djnuk/s72-c/HPIM1918.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6776894313765396030.post-1308485480542013759</id><published>2008-12-22T19:24:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T13:38:43.286-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mountains in Your Life'/><title type='text'>Mountains in Your Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/SYoKkT9TJYI/AAAAAAAAAu4/Cb3yDZ3gFUU/s1600-h/mountains_med.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299059530503759234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/SYoKkT9TJYI/AAAAAAAAAu4/Cb3yDZ3gFUU/s200/mountains_med.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/SVBbKBiPZCI/AAAAAAAAAfs/bNojuiKUQRY/s1600-h/floyd2.pic.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your mountains overwhelm you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They surround you on all sides.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet, I leap over your mountains.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I skip across their peaks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have I not said all things are under My feet? &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do not be overcome with anxiety in the valley;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for it is in the valley you are able to see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the depth, breadth and height&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of the mountains in your life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look up, look up and behold the Son of God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look to the hills,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to the top of the mountain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;from whence comes your help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The Paper Handmaiden&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6776894313765396030-1308485480542013759?l=thepaperhandmaidensheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepaperhandmaidensheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1308485480542013759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperhandmaidensheart.blogspot.com/2008/12/mountains-in-your-life_8400.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776894313765396030/posts/default/1308485480542013759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776894313765396030/posts/default/1308485480542013759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperhandmaidensheart.blogspot.com/2008/12/mountains-in-your-life_8400.html' title='Mountains in Your Life'/><author><name>Joanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/S0qiq4GjFOI/AAAAAAAABKE/TVXjUHxlgRc/S220/Fred+and+Joan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/SYoKkT9TJYI/AAAAAAAAAu4/Cb3yDZ3gFUU/s72-c/mountains_med.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6776894313765396030.post-7169295429055095598</id><published>2008-12-20T12:44:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T23:35:44.168-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Enter in to the Holy Place'/><title type='text'>Enter Into the Holy Place</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/SU1bNLE9crI/AAAAAAAAAeY/MCGCGPIT_30/s1600-h/HPIM1958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281978219845481138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/SU1bNLE9crI/AAAAAAAAAeY/MCGCGPIT_30/s200/HPIM1958.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;Enter into the Holy Place&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Behold, I have rent the veil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that you might enter in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and have fellowship and protection with Me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you look at those things in the past&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you will no longer see them with clarity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for they will be blurred by the veil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You dwell with Me inside the temple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Holy Temple of God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those other things dwell without&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and cannot enter in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only enter in with a pure mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and a clean heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have I not said that I go before the Father&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;making intercession for the saints day and night?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look to Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gaze upon My face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Behold My beauty and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not those things outside the veil,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but those things within the veil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For in this you shall have peace of mind,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;knowing that I died for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and that I live for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Come into My presence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and leave your cares outside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They cannot come in,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is your way of escape.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The Paper Handmaiden&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6776894313765396030-7169295429055095598?l=thepaperhandmaidensheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepaperhandmaidensheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7169295429055095598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperhandmaidensheart.blogspot.com/2008/12/enter-into-holy-place_9596.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776894313765396030/posts/default/7169295429055095598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776894313765396030/posts/default/7169295429055095598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperhandmaidensheart.blogspot.com/2008/12/enter-into-holy-place_9596.html' title='Enter Into the Holy Place'/><author><name>Joanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/S0qiq4GjFOI/AAAAAAAABKE/TVXjUHxlgRc/S220/Fred+and+Joan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/SU1bNLE9crI/AAAAAAAAAeY/MCGCGPIT_30/s72-c/HPIM1958.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6776894313765396030.post-1688519607572103353</id><published>2008-12-19T23:01:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T23:35:44.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surrender</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/SVBcu6Q3N9I/AAAAAAAAAf0/xLI7mskD-QI/s1600-h/HPIM1992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282824323889313746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/SVBcu6Q3N9I/AAAAAAAAAf0/xLI7mskD-QI/s200/HPIM1992.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/SUyYyyTz7GI/AAAAAAAAAeI/WAvdtWlxGtg/s1600-h/floyd3.pic.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Surrender&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I invited in&lt;br /&gt;He who is perfect in love&lt;br /&gt;to cast out all my fears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since perfect love casts out all fear&lt;br /&gt;and since I am not perfect,&lt;br /&gt;I asked He who is perfect in love to&lt;br /&gt;go into those deep places where&lt;br /&gt;fears hide&lt;br /&gt;and just to cast them out,&lt;br /&gt;because perfect love cast out all fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, it is finished&lt;br /&gt;He has my permission&lt;br /&gt;and I am not afraid of Him&lt;br /&gt;going to the deep places&lt;br /&gt;that only He knows of,&lt;br /&gt;and that I dare not go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will trust Him&lt;br /&gt;who knows no fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gladly surrender to Him&lt;br /&gt;in order to better serve Him-&lt;br /&gt;He who is the only true God and Master.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not afraid&lt;br /&gt;neither will I fear,&lt;br /&gt;for He now has control&lt;br /&gt;of those things which have&lt;br /&gt;been held back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I surrender all--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The Paper Handmaiden&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6776894313765396030-1688519607572103353?l=thepaperhandmaidensheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepaperhandmaidensheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1688519607572103353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperhandmaidensheart.blogspot.com/2008/12/surrender_4054.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776894313765396030/posts/default/1688519607572103353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776894313765396030/posts/default/1688519607572103353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperhandmaidensheart.blogspot.com/2008/12/surrender_4054.html' title='Surrender'/><author><name>Joanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/S0qiq4GjFOI/AAAAAAAABKE/TVXjUHxlgRc/S220/Fred+and+Joan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/SVBcu6Q3N9I/AAAAAAAAAf0/xLI7mskD-QI/s72-c/HPIM1992.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6776894313765396030.post-2705631341811145824</id><published>2008-12-19T20:42:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T21:22:14.503-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Am My Brother&apos;s Keeper'/><title type='text'>I Am My Brother's Keeper</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/SUx47PSfyQI/AAAAAAAAAdo/oHlpKnFNRho/s1600-h/HPIM1991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281729422110476546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/SUx47PSfyQI/AAAAAAAAAdo/oHlpKnFNRho/s200/HPIM1991.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;u&gt;My Brother's Keeper&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am my Brother's keeper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll know no other task&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;till I can safely lead him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to holy ground at last.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No obstacle too mighty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nor problem to small&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but as my brother's keeper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will listen to them all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sin of Cain toward Abel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was simply said like this,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not my brother's keeper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and love I will resist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet from they throne in Heaven&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you call to me an say,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"are you ready to do battle &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for the brotherhood today?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They are not your brothers &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;only in some cold ecclesiastical way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but brothers are they in Me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for this is My only way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I AM is your keeper,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;your brother's yes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and they and you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;must walk close by Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to mister My way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The Paper Handmaiden&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6776894313765396030-2705631341811145824?l=thepaperhandmaidensheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepaperhandmaidensheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2705631341811145824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperhandmaidensheart.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-am-my-brother-keeper.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776894313765396030/posts/default/2705631341811145824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776894313765396030/posts/default/2705631341811145824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperhandmaidensheart.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-am-my-brother-keeper.html' title='I Am My Brother&amp;#39;s Keeper'/><author><name>Joanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/S0qiq4GjFOI/AAAAAAAABKE/TVXjUHxlgRc/S220/Fred+and+Joan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/SUx47PSfyQI/AAAAAAAAAdo/oHlpKnFNRho/s72-c/HPIM1991.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6776894313765396030.post-4004369355703108153</id><published>2008-12-19T20:18:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T00:34:18.406-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yeah I am with You Always'/><title type='text'>Yeah I Am With You Always</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/SVBdjvSTtUI/AAAAAAAAAf8/9A5NjVCZnSc/s1600-h/HPIM1227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282825231475651906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/SVBdjvSTtUI/AAAAAAAAAf8/9A5NjVCZnSc/s200/HPIM1227.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/SUx2jl-PQgI/AAAAAAAAAdg/t22h4yqaEUA/s1600-h/upgrade.pic+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Yeah, I am with You Always&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Stephen lifted his face towards Heaven in the midst of being stoned, and said "Father lay not this sin to their charge." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;God doesn't change the will of men. They willed to kill Stephen the way they willed to kill Jesus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yet, in the midst of all that,Stephen had great grace for he knew who he loved and he knew Who it was whom he served.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In that knowing, he was able to be above the will of men, he was in God's will "to love your enemies". His life in Christ was short, yet more powerful than &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;many or&lt;/span&gt; any since.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;The will of men to kill is never stronger than God's grace, mercy or promise that "yeah I am with the always even unto the end of the age. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The Paper Handmaiden&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6776894313765396030-4004369355703108153?l=thepaperhandmaidensheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepaperhandmaidensheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4004369355703108153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperhandmaidensheart.blogspot.com/2008/12/yeah-i-am-with-you-always_7890.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776894313765396030/posts/default/4004369355703108153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776894313765396030/posts/default/4004369355703108153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperhandmaidensheart.blogspot.com/2008/12/yeah-i-am-with-you-always_7890.html' title='Yeah I Am With You Always'/><author><name>Joanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/S0qiq4GjFOI/AAAAAAAABKE/TVXjUHxlgRc/S220/Fred+and+Joan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/SVBdjvSTtUI/AAAAAAAAAf8/9A5NjVCZnSc/s72-c/HPIM1227.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6776894313765396030.post-788731132931212636</id><published>2008-12-19T15:38:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T23:35:43.492-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Like Rain'/><title type='text'>Love Like Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/SUwxgI0_98I/AAAAAAAAAdI/CTpt9ALTi6Y/s1600-h/HPIM1993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281650891194103746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/SUwxgI0_98I/AAAAAAAAAdI/CTpt9ALTi6Y/s200/HPIM1993.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;Love Like Rain&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My love descends as a gentle mist&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and no one goes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;untouched&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As the rain falls on the just and the unjust,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so does My love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But your love is partial&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it goes to whom you deem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My love is to whom I will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your love too must fall on all you meet,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for if you walk as I have walked,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in My love and not yours,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then it shall descend to whom I will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your least likely &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is My greatest potential.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The Paper Handmaiden&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6776894313765396030-788731132931212636?l=thepaperhandmaidensheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepaperhandmaidensheart.blogspot.com/feeds/788731132931212636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperhandmaidensheart.blogspot.com/2008/12/love-like-rain_895.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776894313765396030/posts/default/788731132931212636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776894313765396030/posts/default/788731132931212636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperhandmaidensheart.blogspot.com/2008/12/love-like-rain_895.html' title='Love Like Rain'/><author><name>Joanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/S0qiq4GjFOI/AAAAAAAABKE/TVXjUHxlgRc/S220/Fred+and+Joan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/SUwxgI0_98I/AAAAAAAAAdI/CTpt9ALTi6Y/s72-c/HPIM1993.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6776894313765396030.post-3625162696220161445</id><published>2008-12-19T15:11:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T23:35:44.081-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gentel Shepherd'/><title type='text'>He's Ever The Shepherd</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/SVR1xo0qzkI/AAAAAAAAAkY/dTVrzCnj41A/s1600-h/foyd1.pic.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283977758444801602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/SVR1xo0qzkI/AAAAAAAAAkY/dTVrzCnj41A/s200/foyd1.pic.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/SUwrkbYPhTI/AAAAAAAAAc4/Gi5C6rJhRIg/s1600-h/HPIM1917.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;He is Ever the Shepherd&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't let the hardness of the way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mar your vision of Me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am the Gentle Shepherd you first knew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Am still the Water of Life,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I long to guide you to the wells.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am the Gentle Guide,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;listen to My soft voice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't let the loudness of your circumstances&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;muddle My call.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Am you tender hand to hold you and lead you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I long to comfort you and love you with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My touch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Come to Me with expectation,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You need not look far,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for I Am in the midst of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;With loving kindness and tender mercy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shall I gather you to Me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Lamb of God is your Shepherd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My love for you never changes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Come away with Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I will give you rest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The Paper Handmaiden&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6776894313765396030-3625162696220161445?l=thepaperhandmaidensheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepaperhandmaidensheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3625162696220161445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperhandmaidensheart.blogspot.com/2008/12/he-ever-shepherd_6672.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776894313765396030/posts/default/3625162696220161445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776894313765396030/posts/default/3625162696220161445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperhandmaidensheart.blogspot.com/2008/12/he-ever-shepherd_6672.html' title='He&amp;#39;s Ever The Shepherd'/><author><name>Joanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/S0qiq4GjFOI/AAAAAAAABKE/TVXjUHxlgRc/S220/Fred+and+Joan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/SVR1xo0qzkI/AAAAAAAAAkY/dTVrzCnj41A/s72-c/foyd1.pic.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6776894313765396030.post-3472705688317682998</id><published>2008-12-19T14:48:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T23:35:44.180-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seeing with the Eye of Faith'/><title type='text'>The Eye of Faith</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/SUwm4qmRKcI/AAAAAAAAAcw/FSyO5PrERWE/s1600-h/HPIM1997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281639217948076482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/SUwm4qmRKcI/AAAAAAAAAcw/FSyO5PrERWE/s200/HPIM1997.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;u&gt;SEEING WITH THE EYE OF FAITH&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You have not known Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;neither have you perceived Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in that which is nearest to your heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You have looked with the natural eye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yet I have said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you shall see with the Eye of Faith.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You cannot serve God and mammon too,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for there shall be division.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A divided heart knows no direction&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for it is simultaneously being pulled &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in two different directions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have called you to serve Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with a single eye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Know ye not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that it is I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who has given you all that you have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I will give you specific direction and guidance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bend your ear toward Heaven&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and listen for the voice of your Father,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for I shall whisper this is the way,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;walk ye in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And you shall know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that the Master has guided you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be not afraid to respond to My direction&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for in obedience you shall find rest for your weary soul,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A soul that is hard pressed for answers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And do not be dismayed or overwhelmed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;by that which has been given into your hands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for I shall surely lead you and guide you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;See with the Eye of Faith&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that which I am establishing in you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and through you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For out of this established place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shall rives of living water flow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and where I call to waters to run,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they shall run,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and where I dam up the flood,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the waters shall be dammed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keep your eyes on Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and listen often&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to My voice,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for in seeing and listening,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you shall receive direction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The Paper Handmaiden&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6776894313765396030-3472705688317682998?l=thepaperhandmaidensheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepaperhandmaidensheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3472705688317682998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperhandmaidensheart.blogspot.com/2008/12/eye-of-faith_1968.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776894313765396030/posts/default/3472705688317682998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776894313765396030/posts/default/3472705688317682998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepaperhandmaidensheart.blogspot.com/2008/12/eye-of-faith_1968.html' title='The Eye of Faith'/><author><name>Joanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/S0qiq4GjFOI/AAAAAAAABKE/TVXjUHxlgRc/S220/Fred+and+Joan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gN2DFqF4rGk/SUwm4qmRKcI/AAAAAAAAAcw/FSyO5PrERWE/s72-c/HPIM1997.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
