<?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-6977338778979827573</id><updated>2012-01-26T20:58:33.687-08:00</updated><category term='n'/><category term='RETIREMENT'/><title type='text'>M0M's cHiCkEn SoUp</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11926572896961592941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_seUgBLxupDY/STNZYN2BVsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mOBFX62lFgI/S220/IMG_1728.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>101</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977338778979827573.post-3183139378757877414</id><published>2012-01-15T17:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T17:47:59.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ratchet.dayspring.com/track?type=click&amp;amp;enid=ZWFzPTEmbWFpbGluZ2lkPTE3MDImbWVzc2FnZWlkPTE0MDMmZGF0YWJhc2VpZD02MDImc2VyaWFsPTE2Nzc3NzI4JmVtYWlsaWQ9bGluZGFhbm5hNTBAeWFob28uY29tJnVzZXJpZD0xXzQwMDA2JnRhcmdldGlkPSZmbD0mZXh0cmE9TXVsdGl2YXJpYXRlSWQ9JiYm&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;2009&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;http://www.meetmeinthemeadow.com/2012/01/a-new-year%E2%80%99s-benediction/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://ratchet.dayspring.com/track?type=click&amp;amp;enid=ZWFzPTEmbWFpbGluZ2lkPTE3MDImbWVzc2FnZWlkPTE0MDMmZGF0YWJhc2VpZD02MDImc2VyaWFsPTE2Nzc3NzI4JmVtYWlsaWQ9bGluZGFhbm5hNTBAeWFob28uY29tJnVzZXJpZD0xXzQwMDA2JnRhcmdldGlkPSZmbD0mZXh0cmE9TXVsdGl2YXJpYXRlSWQ9JiYm&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;2010&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;http://www.meetmeinthemeadow.com/2012/01/a-new-year%E2%80%99s-benediction/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;A New Year's Benediction&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the coming year be one of increased riches of grace—hearing His voice more clearly, knowing His heart more deeply, resting in His love more fully, trusting His care more completely, walking His pathway more peacefully, knowing His presence more intimately, blessed by His goodness more abundantly.&lt;br /&gt;And in all things, may you know the shalom peace of God—encouraging you to move forward, empowering you to boldly take each step, greeting you as you turn a new corner, calming your heartbeat as you walk through dark valleys, softening each footstep as you climb rugged mountains, and increasing your courage as you follow your Shepherd wherever He leads.&lt;br /&gt;You crown the year with a bountiful harvest; even the hard pathways overflow with abundance. The grasslands of the wilderness become a lush pasture, and the hillsides blossom with joy. Psalm 65:11-12 NLT&lt;br /&gt;Devotional writing by Roy Lessin, from his blog: &lt;a href="http://ratchet.dayspring.com/track?type=click&amp;amp;enid=ZWFzPTEmbWFpbGluZ2lkPTE3MDImbWVzc2FnZWlkPTE0MDMmZGF0YWJhc2VpZD02MDImc2VyaWFsPTE2Nzc3NzI4JmVtYWlsaWQ9bGluZGFhbm5hNTBAeWFob28uY29tJnVzZXJpZD0xXzQwMDA2JnRhcmdldGlkPSZmbD0mZXh0cmE9TXVsdGl2YXJpYXRlSWQ9JiYm&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;2011&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;http://www.meetmeinthemeadow.com/2012/01/a-new-year%E2%80%99s-benediction/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;Meet Me In The Meadow&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977338778979827573-3183139378757877414?l=momschickensoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/feeds/3183139378757877414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977338778979827573&amp;postID=3183139378757877414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/3183139378757877414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/3183139378757877414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-years-benediction-may-coming-year.html' title=''/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11926572896961592941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_seUgBLxupDY/STNZYN2BVsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mOBFX62lFgI/S220/IMG_1728.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977338778979827573.post-3953242647768396504</id><published>2012-01-11T22:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T23:07:31.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When I was young, sometimes I got impatient with my mum and would answer her back. She would look at me sadly and say "wait till you become a mum" Little did I know what she really meant. I certainly do now. We love our children so much, we want the best for them. Even willingly give our lives for them. This makes me understand God's love for us. His love is so much way more than I can ever feel for my children but it does give you some idea. No matter what our children do, we will love them. The drug addict on the street, the prostitute at the corner and even the man on death row waiting for his sentence has a mother out there. She cries for him or her, prays and does everything in her power to help them. Even though our children do not appreciate the many sacrifices we made so willingly, do not see our pain when they hurt us with their harsh words and defiant ways, we still love them. Our arms constantly remain open, waiting to draw them close to us. That is a picture I see of Jesus on the cross, his arms wide open, in pain, waiting to draw us in.&lt;br /&gt;Young people today have such a big struggle; to stand apart and upkeep the morals and values you have been taught or fall in with crowd and "be" one of them. Its a real struggle for them and parents you got to keep praying for them and never give up. You have to intercede for them. In the last days the Devourer searches for what he can kill and destroy and he starts with the family and our children. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Don't&lt;/span&gt; let him. Fight that battle for your children. The victory is ours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977338778979827573-3953242647768396504?l=momschickensoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/feeds/3953242647768396504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977338778979827573&amp;postID=3953242647768396504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/3953242647768396504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/3953242647768396504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/2012/01/when-i-was-young-sometimes-i-got.html' title=''/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11926572896961592941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_seUgBLxupDY/STNZYN2BVsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mOBFX62lFgI/S220/IMG_1728.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977338778979827573.post-1455413892915535712</id><published>2012-01-09T23:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T23:26:04.078-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I see the road you choose and my heart breaks for you. I which I could take away all your pain, your sadness. I feel you hurt inside. So many times I which I could just gather you in my arms and never let you go. Sometimes I see your anger at me. Yes I failed you. I know that. I hope that one day you can forgive me. I have surrendered you to your heavenly Father and I know that is the best place you can be, under the shadow of his wings. &lt;div&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;i&gt;The Lord bless and keep you and he has always kept you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;i&gt;The Lord smiles upon you and he has gifted you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;i&gt;The Lord has surrounded you with his favor and given you his Shalom.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;i&gt;Shalom means completeness in your spirit, mind and body!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;i&gt;And he has place his name upon you. The name of Jesus!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;i&gt;At the name of Jesus every knee must bow and every tongue must confess to that name&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;i&gt;And that Name he has place upon you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;i&gt;You wil walk in the authority and Favor of God!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;i&gt;In the Name of Yeshua, in Jesus Name!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977338778979827573-1455413892915535712?l=momschickensoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/feeds/1455413892915535712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977338778979827573&amp;postID=1455413892915535712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/1455413892915535712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/1455413892915535712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-see-road-you-choose-and-my-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11926572896961592941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_seUgBLxupDY/STNZYN2BVsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mOBFX62lFgI/S220/IMG_1728.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977338778979827573.post-1481601857282999437</id><published>2011-11-28T02:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T02:47:16.097-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Joy to the World" is blasting from my radio and its Christmas time creeping in again. I look back on the last 9 months and I thank God because if not for him I would not have come this far. I know now that I need to keep looking ahead not back. I wish I could turn back the clock and rectify all the mistakes we made but there is no going back on the road. Its a time for moving ahead, a time for forgiving and enjoy the good that we see. I am at peace at last. I can put away my sadness now. But that does not mean I give up hoping. When there is a God who loves us, there is always hope. I  am so blessed in what I have. I m richly blessed, highly favored and deeply loved . There is so much more for me ahead and I anticipate each  day with eagerness. I am for signs and wonders!&lt;div&gt;Thank you Lord!   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977338778979827573-1481601857282999437?l=momschickensoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/feeds/1481601857282999437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977338778979827573&amp;postID=1481601857282999437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/1481601857282999437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/1481601857282999437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/2011/11/joy-to-world-is-blasting-from-my-radio.html' title=''/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11926572896961592941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_seUgBLxupDY/STNZYN2BVsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mOBFX62lFgI/S220/IMG_1728.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977338778979827573.post-6935675930515942237</id><published>2011-11-10T00:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T00:29:43.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Been such a long time since I wrote. Too lazy or just could not put into words what I was thinking. Brain Freeze I think. Well I have some wonderful testimonies. Firstly while in England, I spoke to God one night. I asked him to get me a job. I was specific. I told him I wanted to work in a Christan Organization or a ministry but I needed a salary too. I asked him to let me rest for a week on my return before I would start work. He did just that. I now work for a Christian NGO and I see his work and his love just enfolding everyday before my eyes. Is he not just AWESOME! I believed that he would get me the job I wanted. I sent an email, within half hour I called for an interview and subsequently got the job. Now listen to this... The interview was some place I had never been before. Can you believe I found the Office easily. I was led by the Holy Spirit. If you know the Jesus I serve and love you will believe me.&lt;br /&gt;I am enjoying my work, working for this Man of God who is teaching me to be humble. I am awed when I see the power of God working. I am so humbled.&lt;br /&gt;I am at peace, but sometimes I longs for the past. I grieve for those things past but time moves on and I look to new things. I know I am strong and Abba is with me always. When I feel tired and faint he will be there to hold me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977338778979827573-6935675930515942237?l=momschickensoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/feeds/6935675930515942237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977338778979827573&amp;postID=6935675930515942237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/6935675930515942237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/6935675930515942237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/2011/11/been-such-long-time-since-i-wrote.html' title=''/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11926572896961592941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_seUgBLxupDY/STNZYN2BVsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mOBFX62lFgI/S220/IMG_1728.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977338778979827573.post-5259843673627581841</id><published>2011-08-21T02:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T02:34:32.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>                            	             	             	                                  &lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://ratchet.dayspring.com/track?type=click&amp;amp;enid=ZWFzPTEmbWFpbGluZ2lkPTExMDImbWVzc2FnZWlkPTkwMSZkYXRhYmFzZWlkPTYwMiZzZXJpYWw9MTY3NzczMzUmZW1haWxpZD1saW5kYWFubmE1MEB5YWhvby5jb20mdXNlcmlkPTFfNjk2MTMmdGFyZ2V0aWQ9JmZsPSZleHRyYT1NdWx0aXZhcmlhdGVJZD0mJiY=&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;2010&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;http://www.dayspring.com/books_and_journals/christian_living_books/holley_gerth_god_s_heart_for_you_embracing_your_true_worth_as_a_woman_devotional_book/default.aspx?ref=EMAIL20110814Devo"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ecards.dayspring.com/ad/mail/20110814/image2.jpg" alt="Created with Love" align="left" border="0" width="325" height="250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://ratchet.dayspring.com/track?type=click&amp;amp;enid=ZWFzPTEmbWFpbGluZ2lkPTExMDImbWVzc2FnZWlkPTkwMSZkYXRhYmFzZWlkPTYwMiZzZXJpYWw9MTY3NzczMzUmZW1haWxpZD1saW5kYWFubmE1MEB5YWhvby5jb20mdXNlcmlkPTFfNjk2MTMmdGFyZ2V0aWQ9JmZsPSZleHRyYT1NdWx0aXZhcmlhdGVJZD0mJiY=&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;2011&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;http://www.ingodsheart.com/" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font: 15px Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Created with Love&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                  &lt;p style="padding-top: 10px; margin-top: 0pt;"&gt;You're formed by God's hands,&lt;br /&gt;dreamed up in His heart,&lt;br /&gt;and placed in this world for a purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;There's no one else like you...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're one of a kind, irreplaceable.&lt;br /&gt;God has given you everything you need&lt;br /&gt;and created you just as you need to be&lt;br /&gt;to make a difference&lt;br /&gt;in your own wonderful way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;So go for it, friend.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is waiting&lt;br /&gt;and heaven is cheering you on.&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p style="margin-top: 10px;"&gt;--Excerpts from the new book &lt;i&gt;God's Heart for You&lt;/i&gt; by Holley Gerth&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px;"&gt;Beautiful Inspiring worlds....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977338778979827573-5259843673627581841?l=momschickensoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/feeds/5259843673627581841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977338778979827573&amp;postID=5259843673627581841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/5259843673627581841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/5259843673627581841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/2011/08/created-with-love-youre-formed-by-gods.html' title=''/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11926572896961592941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_seUgBLxupDY/STNZYN2BVsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mOBFX62lFgI/S220/IMG_1728.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977338778979827573.post-4032932492083638070</id><published>2011-08-08T01:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T01:30:53.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After an exciting and wonderful holiday, I came back full of expectation and promise.You See I prayed and asked the Lord for a job when I returned.I was very specific-I wanted a job in an NGO or christian organization. I wanted to work for the Lord.I believed that after I prayed that it was already done and God had a door opened for me.I went to London at peace and he ministered to me and gave me time to spend with him. It was such a restful holiday. Two weeks after I returned I got a job working for an outreach organization. I am amazed at the goodness of the Lord. He gave me what I asked for.Best of all I am in a "relationship" with my Lord.He is so real to me and my life is all about him. I wake up with him, I eat with him, stuck in a jam with him and he reveals things in his "word" that blows my mind away.Everyday I am constantly reminded of his Love and awesomeness. This great God loves me, me! can you imagine that!&lt;div&gt;You know what? he loves you too, if you will let him. Let his peace just come upon you today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977338778979827573-4032932492083638070?l=momschickensoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/feeds/4032932492083638070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977338778979827573&amp;postID=4032932492083638070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/4032932492083638070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/4032932492083638070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/2011/08/after-exciting-and-wonderful-holiday-i.html' title=''/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11926572896961592941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_seUgBLxupDY/STNZYN2BVsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mOBFX62lFgI/S220/IMG_1728.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977338778979827573.post-534395464737154808</id><published>2011-07-12T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T08:05:30.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;MY LONDON HOLIDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The best holiday ever! Beautiful days of beautiful countryside(my favourite) and even the days of just sitting at home, all tucked up and chatting were beautiful.There has been no stress, no tension, just days and days of peace and enjoyment. London city is a huge bustling city, so cosmopolitan that I am sure you can find every race in this city.What I loved most was the old houses, all cosy with beautiful flowers outside .The shops were awesome and so many beautiful things and fashion.Fashion as you have never seen it.Sheila and Val(my host and hostess)are absolutely  beautiful people.I have learnt so much from them these past few weeks.They are a beautiful couple,simple yet classy and so warm.They have showered me with care and love and I am so blessed.Their love for each other is so apparent. They are completely relaxed with each,good teamwork(a must for a good marriage) and openness.I wish................Well I cannot turn back the clock.I look forward to going home, so much to do.Have to get on with my life.But I am truly blessed to have all so much.Thank you Lord &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img class="spotlight" height="540" alt="" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/269593_10150261202229260_635364259_7377070_6873688_n.jpg" width="720" busy="true" describedby="fbPhotoTheaterCaption" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977338778979827573-534395464737154808?l=momschickensoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/feeds/534395464737154808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977338778979827573&amp;postID=534395464737154808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/534395464737154808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/534395464737154808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-london-holiday-best-holiday-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11926572896961592941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_seUgBLxupDY/STNZYN2BVsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mOBFX62lFgI/S220/IMG_1728.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977338778979827573.post-6315006077796735195</id><published>2011-07-04T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T10:40:23.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Still in Londo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;My days here are so idyllic and peaceful.There is no rush and commotion which normally accompanies me and time goes by so smoothly. In fact some days I am so totally unaware of the time. Like it simply stands still.Wonderful days.The countryside is so beautiful and I love the houses. Sometimes I wish I could stop and have a quick peek inside their homes.Just curious.We went to Leeds Castle and it was simply awesome.I can imagine how it must be back in those times.The bedrooms and drawing rooms  were so opulent but a little cold and formidable too.Kind of Erie but not in a frightening sense.The grounds were simply magnificent and there were times when you felt that a prince or something was going to come dashing around the corner on his horse.Wouldn't that have been something.I loved everything about it.Wish I could have spent the night there.That would have been something.Wonder if I would have slept at all.All those creepy corridors and winding steps all over the castle.But it was really something to see.Did I see my knight in shinning armour? Well not yet......anyway am going back for another visit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.evanevanstours.co.uk/site-images/leeds-castle-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977338778979827573-6315006077796735195?l=momschickensoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/feeds/6315006077796735195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977338778979827573&amp;postID=6315006077796735195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/6315006077796735195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/6315006077796735195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/2011/07/still-in-londo-n-my-days-here-are-so.html' title=''/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11926572896961592941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_seUgBLxupDY/STNZYN2BVsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mOBFX62lFgI/S220/IMG_1728.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977338778979827573.post-4210899069992054637</id><published>2011-06-18T01:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T01:38:50.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have been in London for a week now and have enjoyed every minute of it.You know I love country sides and where I am staying is so beautiful.It brings me so much peace and such a joy.I feel the Lord all around me.I thank him for making all this possible.I am seeing his grace everyday.When I had this awful gum infection, I cried out to him and he took it away.I had an IBS attack in the bus in London and he made it possible for me to reach Victoria station in time.Isn't our God just wonderful.Its summer but a cold rainy one but there is still so much to enjoy.From where I am sitting I can see a big bush of pink roses.The flowers here in summer are so beautiful.Which I could live here.But I thank God for allowing me to able to see all this.I just seem to sense his precence all around me, even right now.Sheila and Val are two lovely people.I am just wrapped up with so much of love and caring here.Thank my sister too for making all this possible too.I am so blessed to ave family like this.I am off to another great day in London&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977338778979827573-4210899069992054637?l=momschickensoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/feeds/4210899069992054637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977338778979827573&amp;postID=4210899069992054637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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She feared she was wasting  her potential being a devoted wife and mother. She wondered if the time  and energy she invested in her husband and children would make a  difference. At times she got discouraged because so much of what she did  seemed to go unnoticed and unappreciated.&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p style="margin-top: 10px;"&gt;It was during these moment of questioning that she heard the still, &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1304916881_2"&gt;small voice&lt;/span&gt; of her heavenly Father speak to her heart.&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p style="margin-top: 10px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You are a wife and mother because that is what I have called you to be. Much of what you do is hidden from the public eye &lt;b&gt;but I notice.&lt;/b&gt; Most of what you give is done without remuneration. &lt;b&gt;But I am your reward.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p style="margin-top: 10px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And whatsoever ye do, do  it heartily, as to the Lord, and not unto men; Knowing that of the Lord  ye shall receive the reward of the inheritance: for ye serve the Lord  Christ. Colossians 3:23-24&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p style="margin-top: 10px;"&gt;-Excerpt from &lt;i&gt;Roy Lessin&lt;/i&gt;, DaySpring co-founder and writer&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977338778979827573-2550476660276519358?l=momschickensoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/feeds/2550476660276519358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977338778979827573&amp;postID=2550476660276519358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/2550476660276519358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/2550476660276519358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/2011/05/continue-on.html' title=''/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11926572896961592941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_seUgBLxupDY/STNZYN2BVsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mOBFX62lFgI/S220/IMG_1728.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977338778979827573.post-6831676919959875716</id><published>2011-05-06T04:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T04:55:34.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Another year and another Mother's day has come.It has been a year of change.For me everyday is Mothers Day because we are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mothers 24/7.&lt;/span&gt;The most precious gift a women can receive is to be a Mother. Time with them is so precious and for all you working mums out there, I know how you feel when you have to leave them(especially when they are small) to go to work.I worked too all my kids growing up years, and at times I felt I have lost some precious moments with them because of that.I watched them grow up and go away to study and work.Would they keep in their hearts what I tried to teach them. Would they become good, kind and responsible adults, walking in the ways of God?Would they seek their heavenly Father to know the plans he has for them? I trust my children to the Lord and know he will take care and watch over them.For me I have a second chance with them and everyday being with them are memories I will keep forever.Just simple things like preparing breakfast for them in the mornings, folding their clothes, walking into their rooms after they have left,with their clothes scattered all over ,getting a hug from Melisa as she leaves for work are all memories I will keep in my heart always.I am blessed to have a wonderful daughter -in- law and the nights I spend with her when Shan flies are precious moments for me too.I see the love they have for each other and I know they will be great parents.&lt;br /&gt;So this MOTHER is truly blessed and happy. Bless all you MOTHERS out there may you be as happy too. And if you are having problems with your kids, just hand them over to their heavenly Father and he will know what to do.You do not have to carry this burden alone for he loves them as well.Pray for them and after you pray thank God for the changes you see in them.It may be slow in coming(God timing not yours)but its coming and see that happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977338778979827573-6831676919959875716?l=momschickensoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/feeds/6831676919959875716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977338778979827573&amp;postID=6831676919959875716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/6831676919959875716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/6831676919959875716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/2011/05/another-year-and-another-mothers-day.html' title=''/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11926572896961592941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_seUgBLxupDY/STNZYN2BVsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mOBFX62lFgI/S220/IMG_1728.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977338778979827573.post-7955052710290309104</id><published>2011-05-02T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T21:43:49.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://mail01.dayspring.com/track?type=click&amp;amp;enid=bWFpbGluZ2lkPTY4ODc4Jm1lc3NhZ2VpZD00NjIxMyZkYXRhYmFzZWlkPTIyNzUmc2VyaWFsPTEyMTcyNTY1ODgmZW1haWxpZD1saW5kYWFubmE1MEB5YWhvby5jb20mdXNlcmlkPTU5OTc3NyZleHRyYT0mJiY=&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;2009&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;http://roy.dayspring.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://cache.dayspring.com/ad/mail/20110501/image1.jpg" alt="I Believe God Will Guide Me" align="right" border="0" width="325" height="250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://mail01.dayspring.com/track?type=click&amp;amp;enid=bWFpbGluZ2lkPTY4ODc4Jm1lc3NhZ2VpZD00NjIxMyZkYXRhYmFzZWlkPTIyNzUmc2VyaWFsPTEyMTcyNTY1ODgmZW1haWxpZD1saW5kYWFubmE1MEB5YWhvby5jb20mdXNlcmlkPTU5OTc3NyZleHRyYT0mJiY=&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;2010&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;http://roy.dayspring.com/" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font: 15px Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I Believe God Will Guide Me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                  &lt;p style="padding-top: 10px; margin-top: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;In  Your unfailing love You will lead the people You have redeemed. In Your  strength You will guide them to Your holy dwelling. Exodus 15:13 NIV&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p style="margin-top: 10px;"&gt;I believe my life is in  God's hands and keeping. I believe He has a plan and purpose for my life  and that He is leading me in a path that will fulfill that plan and  purpose. I believe it is a good plan, a right plan, and the best plan. I  believe there is not a better, higher, or wiser way for me to live or  way for me to follow. I believe God knows exactly what He is doing and  that He will bring things into my life at the exact time they are  needed. I believe He wants me to follow Him with praise on my lips for  who He is, with thanks in my heart for what He does, and with obedience  in my steps for what He asks me to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-Roy Lessin, DaySpring co-founder and writer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;These are wonderful true words and roy lessin is such a gifted spiritual writer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977338778979827573-7955052710290309104?l=momschickensoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/feeds/7955052710290309104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977338778979827573&amp;postID=7955052710290309104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/7955052710290309104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/7955052710290309104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-believe-god-will-guide-me-in-your.html' title=''/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11926572896961592941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_seUgBLxupDY/STNZYN2BVsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mOBFX62lFgI/S220/IMG_1728.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977338778979827573.post-2457603752509393380</id><published>2011-04-27T03:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T03:21:43.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AMAZING LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Dooif2-yAoI?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" width="425" frameborder="0" height="344"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Have  you ever listened to the song AMAZING LOVE? If you have not please  please go listen to it. It is one of the ,most AMAZING  christian songs  ever written.It just speaks to your heart, releasing all the pain and  bitterness, anger, unforgivness and just sets you free. When you are  troubled, just listening to the song brings that peace and calm and his  amazing love just fills you. Its like when  Good friday comes and we  remember all he suffered for us, we know that Sunday is coming and we  will rise with him. That his amazing love for us.Could anybody do that  for us? what he has done? Live in his AMAZING LOVE, enjoy his AMAZING  LOVE and seek comfort in his AMAZING LOVE. Its all for you and me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977338778979827573-2457603752509393380?l=momschickensoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/feeds/2457603752509393380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977338778979827573&amp;postID=2457603752509393380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/2457603752509393380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/2457603752509393380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/2011/04/amazing-love.html' title='AMAZING LOVE'/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11926572896961592941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_seUgBLxupDY/STNZYN2BVsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mOBFX62lFgI/S220/IMG_1728.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Dooif2-yAoI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977338778979827573.post-1933856418127791895</id><published>2011-03-07T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T22:20:19.561-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pkJSzACmt5s/TXXKlujKxiI/AAAAAAAAAB8/rh3Ch6ZQtKE/s1600/Image0167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pkJSzACmt5s/TXXKlujKxiI/AAAAAAAAAB8/rh3Ch6ZQtKE/s320/Image0167.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581590062695106082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am enjoying some of the most peaceful days I have known in a long while. I lost everything-my home,my marriage, my life in this sleepy town I loved, a life that grew on me and I thought that was enough.But God asked me to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;STEP OUT&lt;/span&gt; and this is what I did.I left all behind and "stepped out"But I was not alone and never felt I was. I knew God was with me every step of the way.He held my when I cried myself to sleep at night.WhenI was fearful, I felt his sweet presence comforting me and when I had nothing, he said I am going to build you up again, trust me. I see his goodness and grace every day and he has indeed supplied all my needs.I have this great apartment, that is surrounded by trees and in the morning I hear the birds sing outside my window.I worried about furnishing the apartment but again he stepped in and supplied all my needs.When I grew restless, he said to spend time with him reading his word. He has encouraged me through the time I spend with him. I had to come down to nothing to really acknowledge just how much I needed him. It was never about me but all about him. These are the best times of my life. He has also given me a second chance with the children. All their growing up years I was never there for them, having to work. I never cooked a meal for them and now I have a chance to do all that. The best time of my day is when we sit around the table for dinner. There is laughter and caring and so much of love.So very precious things and times in my life right now. Very precious memories. I do not know his next plan for me but I know he only has good plans and now I will savour these moments and rest in his presence. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;WHAT A FRIEND WE HAVE IN JESUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="file:///D:/DOCUME%7E1/ADMINI%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-6.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///D:/DOCUME%7E1/ADMINI%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///D:/DOCUME%7E1/ADMINI%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///D:/DOCUME%7E1/ADMINI%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977338778979827573-1933856418127791895?l=momschickensoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/feeds/1933856418127791895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977338778979827573&amp;postID=1933856418127791895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/1933856418127791895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/1933856418127791895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-am-enjoying-some-of-most-peaceful.html' title=''/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11926572896961592941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_seUgBLxupDY/STNZYN2BVsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mOBFX62lFgI/S220/IMG_1728.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pkJSzACmt5s/TXXKlujKxiI/AAAAAAAAAB8/rh3Ch6ZQtKE/s72-c/Image0167.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977338778979827573.post-6866919158627874098</id><published>2011-02-16T02:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T02:30:07.611-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE PERFECT WOMEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman knelt in prayer and in anguish cried out to God&lt;br /&gt;Dear Lord I can't compete in this world.I am just a simple woman.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have perfect hair or perfect teeth,a perfect smile or&lt;br /&gt;a perfect figure.I want so much to fit into this world that asks&lt;br /&gt;for perfection.I want so much to be loved and appreciated and needed.&lt;br /&gt;Oh God please do something! change me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;My dear child replied the Lord to me you are simply wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;I accept you just as you are.I knew you even when you were in&lt;br /&gt;your mother's womb.I have you engraved on the plam of my hand.&lt;br /&gt;Each part of you was created in my image.And I am changing you daily.&lt;br /&gt;But you see, I work differently from the world.I workfrom the inside out.&lt;br /&gt;And deep within your heart, I see the beginning of PERFECTION..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977338778979827573-6866919158627874098?l=momschickensoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/feeds/6866919158627874098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977338778979827573&amp;postID=6866919158627874098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/6866919158627874098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/6866919158627874098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/2011/02/perfect-women-woman-knelt-in-prayer-and.html' title=''/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11926572896961592941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_seUgBLxupDY/STNZYN2BVsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mOBFX62lFgI/S220/IMG_1728.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977338778979827573.post-3775709788052169279</id><published>2011-02-01T06:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T06:04:27.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://mail01.dayspring.com/track?type=click&amp;amp;enid=bWFpbGluZ2lkPTU5ODc4Jm1lc3NhZ2VpZD00MDAxMyZkYXRhYmFzZWlkPTIyNzUmc2VyaWFsPTEyMTcyNTY0MTImZW1haWxpZD1saW5kYWFubmE1MEB5YWhvby5jb20mdXNlcmlkPTIwOTU2OCZleHRyYT0mJiY=&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;2014&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;http://roy.dayspring.com/2011/01/continue.html" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font: 15px Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Continue&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                  &lt;p style="padding-top: 10px; margin-top: 0pt;"&gt;Continue in the things that concern Him;&lt;br /&gt;He will continue to take care of the things that concern you.&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p style="margin-top: 10px;"&gt;Continue to give Him all that is yours;&lt;br /&gt;He will continue to give you all that is His.&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p style="margin-top: 10px;"&gt;Continue to wait upon Him;&lt;br /&gt;He will continue to be faithful to you.&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p style="margin-top: 10px;"&gt;Continue to seek His highest;&lt;br /&gt;He will continue to give you His best.&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p style="margin-top: 10px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Obey me, and I will be your God, and you will be my people. Do everything as I say, and all will be well!"&lt;/i&gt; Jeremiah 7:23 NLT&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p style="margin-top: 10px;"&gt;-Roy Lessin&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977338778979827573-3775709788052169279?l=momschickensoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/feeds/3775709788052169279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977338778979827573&amp;postID=3775709788052169279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/3775709788052169279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/3775709788052169279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/2011/02/continue-continue-in-things-that.html' title=''/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11926572896961592941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_seUgBLxupDY/STNZYN2BVsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mOBFX62lFgI/S220/IMG_1728.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977338778979827573.post-55807637500568413</id><published>2011-01-13T01:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T01:47:31.187-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gods plans are so different from ours. we do not always have to understand them, but just trust in him.Today I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;learnt&lt;/span&gt; that being depressed or fearful about our future is actually a sin against God.Because then we doubt him. I have been so strengthened by him theses last few days. Spending &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of time on my own has been so rewarding because I was not alone.He constantly filled my mind with his thoughts.Everyone should have a day when you switch off your phones, the t.v etc and sit before him to hear his voice. In that stillness you will hear his voice.&lt;br /&gt;I wake up every morning in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;expectancy&lt;/span&gt;, expecting God's best for me. Its not that everything will be perfect, or there will be no storms, but that he will give me the power to make the best of that storm, that trial.I learn about his love for me everyday and I am so awed by it. I am at peace &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;in spite&lt;/span&gt; of what goes on around me. I know he knows my greatest desire and in his time it will come to pass and someone so dear to me will be saved. I wait for that day when you realise how much God loves you and just how blessed you really are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977338778979827573-55807637500568413?l=momschickensoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/feeds/55807637500568413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977338778979827573&amp;postID=55807637500568413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/55807637500568413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/55807637500568413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/2011/01/gods-plans-are-so-different-from-ours.html' title=''/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11926572896961592941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_seUgBLxupDY/STNZYN2BVsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mOBFX62lFgI/S220/IMG_1728.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977338778979827573.post-3077756053802967587</id><published>2010-12-21T00:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T01:10:28.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its another year over.Many things we should have done and did not. We wish we could perhaps have done things differently.But we cannot turn back the clock except to look forward. Do not fear about tomorrow, because it will come and go and Life will still go on. But never give up, never say I cannot. There are no limits to what you can do except the limits you put on yourself. So reach for the sky, dream big dreams and walk into the new year with confidence.God goes before you preparing the way. Trust him, even though you do not understand, even though you feel afraid, even though you think you just cannot go on anymore. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;THERE IS NO STRONGHOLD MY GOD CANNOT BREAK, NO MOUNTAIN MY GOD CANNOT MOVE, NO DISEASE MY GOD CANNOT HEAL AND NO MIRACLE MY GOD CANNOT WORK.&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go into the new year expecting God's best for you always. Walk in great expectation, miracles are yours because he is a miracle working God. Enjoy God's best for you. Praise him night and day, be faithful as he is faithful. God's favour is upon you and he will make you prosper in all your ways.&lt;br /&gt;Isaiah 60:5-&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;THE WEALTH &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;F THE GENTILES SHALL COME TO YOU. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;His glory will be seen in  your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO ARISE AND SHINE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! look forward to the next year and receive God's blessings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977338778979827573-3077756053802967587?l=momschickensoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/feeds/3077756053802967587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977338778979827573&amp;postID=3077756053802967587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/3077756053802967587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/3077756053802967587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-another-year-over.html' title=''/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11926572896961592941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_seUgBLxupDY/STNZYN2BVsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mOBFX62lFgI/S220/IMG_1728.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977338778979827573.post-9222066015485079620</id><published>2010-12-21T00:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T00:50:36.752-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://mail01.dayspring.com/track?type=click&amp;amp;enid=bWFpbGluZ2lkPTU3Njc4Jm1lc3NhZ2VpZD0zODUxMyZkYXRhYmFzZWlkPTIyNzUmc2VyaWFsPTEyMTcyNTYzNzMmZW1haWxpZD1saW5kYWFubmE1MEB5YWhvby5jb20mdXNlcmlkPTIyMzU5NSZleHRyYT0mJiY=&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;2013&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;http://roy.dayspring.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://cache.dayspring.com/ad/mail/20101218/image1.jpg" alt="Meet Me in the Meadow by Roy Lessin" width="325" align="right" border="0" height="250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://mail01.dayspring.com/track?type=click&amp;amp;enid=bWFpbGluZ2lkPTU3Njc4Jm1lc3NhZ2VpZD0zODUxMyZkYXRhYmFzZWlkPTIyNzUmc2VyaWFsPTEyMTcyNTYzNzMmZW1haWxpZD1saW5kYWFubmE1MEB5YWhvby5jb20mdXNlcmlkPTIyMzU5NSZleHRyYT0mJiY=&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;2014&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;http://roy.dayspring.com/" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font: 15px Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Into the world came...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                  &lt;p style="padding-top: 10px; margin-top: 0pt;"&gt;God's purest Light to show us the way;&lt;br /&gt;God's perfect Savior to free us from sin;&lt;br /&gt;God's tender Shepherd to care for our needs;&lt;br /&gt;God's sure Foundation to make us secure;&lt;br /&gt;God's fullest Joy to give us a song;&lt;br /&gt;God's broken Bread to satisfy our hunger;&lt;br /&gt;God's conquering King to rule in our hearts;&lt;br /&gt;God's healing Fountain to make us whole;&lt;br /&gt;God's highest Purpose to fulfill our longings;&lt;br /&gt;God's quieting Peace to bring us rest;&lt;br /&gt;God's &lt;span style="border-bottom: 2px dotted rgb(54, 99, 136); cursor: pointer; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1292920672_2"&gt;redeeming Love&lt;/span&gt; to make us His own.&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p style="margin-top: 10px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;They will call him Immanuel, which means "God is with us."&lt;/i&gt; Matthew 1:23 NLT&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p style="margin-top: 10px;"&gt;-Roy Lessin&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px;"&gt;This si so profundly beautiful and it moves me so much. Blessed christmas to all of you. Its not about the gifts under the tree but the gift that was given us, thousands of years ago.God gave his son to die for us so we would be saved.When you can understand this gift, what it actually meant you will be able to understand this kind of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977338778979827573-9222066015485079620?l=momschickensoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/feeds/9222066015485079620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977338778979827573&amp;postID=9222066015485079620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/9222066015485079620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/9222066015485079620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/2010/12/into-world-came.html' title=''/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11926572896961592941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_seUgBLxupDY/STNZYN2BVsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mOBFX62lFgI/S220/IMG_1728.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977338778979827573.post-5526434749956323964</id><published>2010-12-04T05:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T05:44:47.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The year is ending and somethings end with it. Time to let go and let God. There is always a new beginning waiting for us. I am at peace with the decisions I have made. I need to let go and than perhaps we can find peace and happiness.For the first time I am not afraid and in fact I feel excited at what tomorrow will bring. Finally I feel free. No more regrets or tears or looking back. I have so much to be thankful for: the good times we had, my family and friends who helped me through this dark time in my life. Most of all I want to thank the Lord Jesus for never leaving me, for holding me in his arms all those lonely nights I cried myself to sleep. He has become my best friend, constantly by my side. I do not fear tomorrow, because he goes ahead to clear the way for me.&lt;br /&gt;So all you women out there who feel there is nothing left and do not know who to turn to, turn to him and let him change your life forever, Remember you are wonderfully made in his image. Expect the best and only the best will  come to you.Do not settle for anything less. Do not let fear take over, God did ont gie you a spirit of fear, but power and love and a sound voice. Be blessed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977338778979827573-5526434749956323964?l=momschickensoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/feeds/5526434749956323964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977338778979827573&amp;postID=5526434749956323964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/5526434749956323964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/5526434749956323964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/2010/12/year-is-ending-and-somethings-end-with.html' title=''/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11926572896961592941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_seUgBLxupDY/STNZYN2BVsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mOBFX62lFgI/S220/IMG_1728.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977338778979827573.post-1139622718316451428</id><published>2010-11-14T04:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T04:50:44.575-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://mail01.dayspring.com/track?type=click&amp;amp;enid=bWFpbGluZ2lkPTUyNTc4Jm1lc3NhZ2VpZD0zNTYxMyZkYXRhYmFzZWlkPTIyNzUmc2VyaWFsPTEyMTcyNTYyODMmZW1haWxpZD1saW5kYWFubmE1MEB5YWhvby5jb20mdXNlcmlkPTE1NjI1MiZleHRyYT0mJiY=&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;2012&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;http://store.yahoo.com/cgi-bin/clink?yhst-93128105900816+utkRUH+fcosicotome.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://cache.dayspring.com/ad/mail/20101030/image2.jpg" alt="Come to Me Wall Art" align="left" border="0" width="325" height="250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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                &lt;p style="margin-top: 10px;"&gt;When you can no longer go on, come to Me and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I will carry you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p style="margin-top: 10px;"&gt;When you need comfort, come to me and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I will wipe your tears.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p style="margin-top: 10px;"&gt;When you are uncertain of My love, come to Me &lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I will speak My heart to you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977338778979827573-1139622718316451428?l=momschickensoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/feeds/1139622718316451428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977338778979827573&amp;postID=1139622718316451428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/1139622718316451428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/1139622718316451428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/2010/11/come-to-me-when-you-are-hurting-come-to.html' title=''/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11926572896961592941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_seUgBLxupDY/STNZYN2BVsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mOBFX62lFgI/S220/IMG_1728.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977338778979827573.post-9152532377860687337</id><published>2010-10-03T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T22:45:46.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_seUgBLxupDY/TKlmak3B47I/AAAAAAAAABo/sHFdG7W4t48/s1600/63850_448371139259_635364259_5152622_3656192_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_seUgBLxupDY/TKlmak3B47I/AAAAAAAAABo/sHFdG7W4t48/s320/63850_448371139259_635364259_5152622_3656192_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524059024703742898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Its every mother's dream and dread at the same time when her son gets married.We are happy for him because he is so happy.But then we worry too. She will be the women in his life now and how will his relationship with me change?. I know every mother goes through that. Its had to let go. As I sat in church watching my son look into his new wife's eyes and tell her I DO, I saw this little baby in my arms. He was so adorable and such a beautiful baby. I always felt in my heart that he was special, destined for a good life and great things. I watched him grow through life, and there were struggles, but he overcame them all. Every time I prayed for him, I always felt the Lord telling me " Don't worry I have got him". Then when he became  a young man and started dating, I grew anxious again. Who would he marry? Would this girl be the right one How would he know? So I prayed and again sort the Lord. I told Jesus, you pick the right girl for him, because you know exactly what he needs. God came through for me again. I believe, God chose Prem because God knew she would be just right for him, his soul mate, his best friend for life. He know she would also be just right for our family. Thank you Lord for this beautiful and warm hearted girl whom my son loves dearly and who equally loves him the same. I could not have asked for a better daughter-in-law. My heart is at peace for my son now and I can finally let go............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/JUSENT%7E1/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/JUSENT%7E1/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-3.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977338778979827573-9152532377860687337?l=momschickensoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/feeds/9152532377860687337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977338778979827573&amp;postID=9152532377860687337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/9152532377860687337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/9152532377860687337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11926572896961592941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_seUgBLxupDY/STNZYN2BVsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mOBFX62lFgI/S220/IMG_1728.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_seUgBLxupDY/TKlmak3B47I/AAAAAAAAABo/sHFdG7W4t48/s72-c/63850_448371139259_635364259_5152622_3656192_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977338778979827573.post-7684930270918609720</id><published>2010-10-03T22:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T22:06:54.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://mail01.dayspring.com/track?type=click&amp;amp;enid=bWFpbGluZ2lkPTQ5OTc4Jm1lc3NhZ2VpZD0zMzgxMyZkYXRhYmFzZWlkPTIyNzUmc2VyaWFsPTEyMTcyNTYyMzUmZW1haWxpZD1saW5kYWFubmE1MEB5YWhvby5jb20mdXNlcmlkPTI5NzMyMCZleHRyYT0mJiY=&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;2012&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;http://store.yahoo.com/cgi-bin/clink?yhst-93128105900816+AXA6VE+collections-max-lucado.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://cache.dayspring.com/ad/mail/20101002/image2.jpg" alt="Made to Make a Difference" width="325" align="left" border="0" height="250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://mail01.dayspring.com/track?type=click&amp;amp;enid=bWFpbGluZ2lkPTQ5OTc4Jm1lc3NhZ2VpZD0zMzgxMyZkYXRhYmFzZWlkPTIyNzUmc2VyaWFsPTEyMTcyNTYyMzUmZW1haWxpZD1saW5kYWFubmE1MEB5YWhvby5jb20mdXNlcmlkPTI5NzMyMCZleHRyYT0mJiY=&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;2013&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;http://store.yahoo.com/cgi-bin/clink?yhst-93128105900816+AXA6VE+collections-max-lucado.html" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font: 15px Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Made to Make a Difference&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                  &lt;p style="padding-top: 10px; margin-top: 0pt;"&gt;We are created by a great God to do great works. He invites us to outlive our lives, not just in heaven, but here on earth.&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p style="margin-top: 10px;"&gt;God has not given us what  we deserve. He has drenched his world in grace. It has no end. It knows  no limits. It empowers this life and enables us to live the next.&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p style="margin-top: 10px;"&gt;Here's a salute to a long life:&lt;br /&gt;goodness that outlives the grave,&lt;br /&gt;love that outlasts the final breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;May you live in such a way that your death is just the beginning of your life.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                  &lt;p style="margin-top: 10px;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;                 Excerpt from &lt;b&gt;Outlive Your Life&lt;/b&gt; by Max Lucado.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977338778979827573-7684930270918609720?l=momschickensoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/feeds/7684930270918609720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977338778979827573&amp;postID=7684930270918609720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/7684930270918609720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/7684930270918609720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/2010/10/made-to-make-difference-we-are-created.html' title=''/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11926572896961592941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_seUgBLxupDY/STNZYN2BVsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mOBFX62lFgI/S220/IMG_1728.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977338778979827573.post-8056997302033493464</id><published>2010-09-12T21:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T22:14:53.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="width: 451px; height: 817px;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="10"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 574px;" valign="top"&gt;&lt;div   style="color: rgb(67, 66, 65);font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:10px;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Saturday, September 11, 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="width: 574px;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;div   style="color: rgb(67, 66, 65);font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:20px;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://profile.purposedriven.com/dailyhope/post.html?contentid=4967"&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1284351503_4"&gt;God Is a Close Father&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(67, 66, 65);font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;by &lt;span style="border-bottom: 2px dotted rgb(54, 99, 136); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1284351503_5"&gt;Rick Warren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr align="left"&gt; &lt;td style="width: 574px;" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="width: 574px;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;div   style="color: rgb(67, 66, 65); text-align: left;font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"God did this so that men would ... reach out for him and find him, since he is not far from each one of us."&lt;/em&gt; Acts 17:27 (NIV)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;table width="185" align="right" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="5"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td  style="border-bottom: 1px solid rgb(67, 66, 65); color: rgb(67, 66, 65); border-top: 1px solid rgb(67, 66, 65);font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;" align="right"&gt; &lt;p  style="font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;God is there. And He cares. He wants to meet your needs because He's caring, consistent, and He's close. That is such Good News!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 13px; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In Acts 17, Paul gave a sermon to the people in Athens.  He said,  "God doesn't live in a temple or a little house.  He would be confined.   He has chosen to live all around the world. God is everywhere." Why?   As our verse today tells us,&lt;em&gt; "God did this so that men would reach out for him and find him, since he is not far from each one of us."&lt;/em&gt;  God is close, available, and accessible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A lot of kids today grow up with absentee fathers.  They are never  home, always gone, never there for the important dates.  Even when they  are home they really aren't there.  They're detached, reading a  newspaper, watching television, or working. They may be physically there  but they're not mentally and emotionally at home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That's why it's important to remember three encouraging facts about the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1284351503_6"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;closeness of God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.  God is never too busy for me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Psalm 145:18 (NIV) says, &lt;em&gt;"The Lord is near to all who call on him."&lt;/em&gt;   He's never too busy to talk to me.  When I want to pray to God, He's  not there with a switchboard that's busy because of everyone praying:  "The lines are busy at this time.  Please try again."  God has no  problem processing everyone's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom: 2px dotted rgb(54, 99, 136); cursor: pointer; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;font-size:85%;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1284351503_7" &gt;prayer request&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; at the same time, because He's God.  He's always near.  He never says, "Some other time."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.  God loves to meet my needs.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He's not annoyed by my request. &lt;em&gt;"If you know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your &lt;span style="cursor: pointer; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1284351503_8"&gt;Father in heaven&lt;/span&gt; give good gifts to those who ask him!"&lt;/em&gt;   (Matthew 7:11 NIV) If you, being an imperfect father, know how to give  good gifts to your kids, don't you think God, who is a perfect Father,  knows how to give good gifts to you? He loves to meet my needs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.  He is sympathetic to my hurts.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and rescues those who are crushed in spirit."&lt;/em&gt;  (Psalm 34:18 NLT) When you hurt, God hurts. When you grieve, God  grieves.  When you are brokenhearted, crushed and think you can't even  get out of bed in the morning, God feels. You are never closer to God  than when you are in pain.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;God is there.  And He cares.  He wants to meet your needs because  He's caring, consistent, and He's close.  That is such Good News!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977338778979827573-8056997302033493464?l=momschickensoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/feeds/8056997302033493464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977338778979827573&amp;postID=8056997302033493464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/8056997302033493464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/8056997302033493464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/2010/09/saturday-september-11-2010-god-is-close.html' title=''/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11926572896961592941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_seUgBLxupDY/STNZYN2BVsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mOBFX62lFgI/S220/IMG_1728.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977338778979827573.post-5120436899549864371</id><published>2010-08-29T18:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T18:43:39.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://mail01.dayspring.com/track?type=click&amp;amp;enid=bWFpbGluZ2lkPTQ3MDc4Jm1lc3NhZ2VpZD0zMTgxMyZkYXRhYmFzZWlkPTIyNzUmc2VyaWFsPTEyMTcyNTYxODEmZW1haWxpZD1saW5kYWFubmE1MEB5YWhvby5jb20mdXNlcmlkPTE2MjE1OSZleHRyYT0mJiY=&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;2012&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;http://www.dayspring.com/ecards/subcat.asp?CategoryID=2&amp;amp;SubCategoryID=1000&amp;amp;CardID=401743&amp;amp;Widescreen=False&amp;amp;CurPage=1"&gt;&lt;img src="http://cache.dayspring.com/ad/mail/20100828/image2.jpg" alt="" width="325" align="left" border="0" height="250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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                                  By Roy Les&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977338778979827573-5120436899549864371?l=momschickensoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/feeds/5120436899549864371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977338778979827573&amp;postID=5120436899549864371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/5120436899549864371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/5120436899549864371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/2010/08/just-think-new-e-card-just-think-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11926572896961592941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_seUgBLxupDY/STNZYN2BVsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mOBFX62lFgI/S220/IMG_1728.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977338778979827573.post-6435745825264656356</id><published>2010-08-25T02:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T02:22:07.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="604" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 4px;" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img src="" alt="" width="4" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); width: 565px;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;table style="width: 402px; height: 1032px;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="10"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="width: 574px;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;div   style="color: rgb(67, 66, 65);font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:10px;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sunday, August 22, 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="width: 574px;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;div   style="color: rgb(67, 66, 65);font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:20px;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://profile.purposedriven.com/dailyhope/post.html?contentid=4891"&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1282727872_4"&gt;How to overcome discouragement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(67, 66, 65);font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:13px;"  &gt;by &lt;span style="border-bottom: 2px dotted rgb(54, 99, 136); cursor: pointer; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1282727872_5"&gt;Rick Warren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr align="left"&gt; &lt;td style="width: 574px;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="width: 574px;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;div   style="text-align: left; color: rgb(67, 66, 65);font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Then the people of Judah said,&lt;em&gt; "The work crews are worn out, and there is too much rubble. We can't continue to rebuild the wall."&lt;/em&gt; Nehemiah 4:10 (GWT)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;table width="185" align="right" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="5"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td  style="border-bottom: 1px solid rgb(67, 66, 65); color: rgb(67, 66, 65); border-top: 1px solid rgb(67, 66, 65);font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;" align="right"&gt; &lt;p  style="font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:18px;" &gt;"&lt;/span&gt;When you don't reach a goal on time, just set a new goal. Don't give up.&lt;span style="line-height: 13px; font-weight: bold;font-size:18px;" &gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1282727872_6"&gt;Discouragement&lt;/span&gt;  is curable. Whenever I get discouraged, I head straight to Nehemiah.  This great leader of ancient Israel understood there were four reasons  for discouragement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First, you get fatigued -- &lt;/strong&gt;You simply get tired as  the laborers did in Nehemiah 4:10. We're human beings and we wear out.  You cannot burn the candle at both ends. So if you're discouraged, it  may be you don't have to change anything. You just need a vacation!  Sometimes the most spiritual thing you can do is go to bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Second, you get frustrated -- &lt;/strong&gt;Nehemiah says there  was rubble all around, so much that it was getting in the way of  rebuilding the wall. Do you have rubble in your life? Have you noticed  that anytime you start doing something new, the trash starts piling up? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;If you don't clean it out periodically, it's going to stop your  progress. You can't avoid it, so you need to learn to recognize it and  dispose of it quickly so you don't lose focus on your original  intention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What is the rubble in your life? I think rubble is the trivial things  that waste your time and energy and prevent you from accomplishing what  God has called you to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Third, you think you've failed -- &lt;/strong&gt;Nehemiah's people  were unable to finish their task as quickly as originally planned and,  as a result, their confidence collapsed. They were thinking, "We were  stupid to think we could ever rebuild this wall."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But you know what I do when I don't reach a goal on time? I just set a  new goal. I don't give up. Everybody fails. Everybody does foolish  things. So the issue is not that you failed - it's how you respond to  your failure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Do you give in to self-pity? Do you start blaming other people? Do  you start complaining that it's impossible? Or, do you refocus on God's  intentions and start moving again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Finally, when you give in to fear, you get discouraged -- &lt;/strong&gt;Nehemiah  4 suggests the people most affected by fear are those who hang around  negative people. If you're going to control the negative thoughts in  your life, you've got to get away from negative people as much as you  can. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Maybe you're discouraged because of fear. You're dealing with fears  like, "I can't handle this. It's too much responsibility." Maybe it's  the fear that you don't deserve it. It's the fear of criticism. Fear  will destroy your life if you let it. But you can choose to resist the  discouragement. Say, "God help me get my eyes off the problem - off the  circumstance - and keep my eyes on you."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img src="" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="min-height: 12px;" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img src="" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="min-height: 10px;" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img src="" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="min-height: 12px;" valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="min-height: 5px;" valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="min-height: 10px;" valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977338778979827573-6435745825264656356?l=momschickensoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/feeds/6435745825264656356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977338778979827573&amp;postID=6435745825264656356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/6435745825264656356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/6435745825264656356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/2010/08/sunday-august-22-2010-how-to-overcome.html' title=''/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11926572896961592941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_seUgBLxupDY/STNZYN2BVsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mOBFX62lFgI/S220/IMG_1728.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977338778979827573.post-4322861266556497517</id><published>2010-08-25T00:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T00:32:02.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="width: 324px; height: 772px;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="10"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 574px;" valign="top"&gt;&lt;div   style="color: rgb(67, 66, 65);font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;hursday, July 29, 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="width: 574px;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;div   style="color: rgb(67, 66, 65);font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:20px;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;div class="yiv1458997190im"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://profile.purposedriven.com/dailyhope/post.html?contentid=4783"&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1282718390_3"&gt;God says you're lovable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(67, 66, 65);font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;by &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1282718390_4"&gt;Rick Warren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr align="left"&gt; &lt;td style="width: 574px;" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="width: 574px;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;div   style="text-align: left; color: rgb(67, 66, 65);font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt; &lt;div class="yiv1458997190im"&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The mountains and hills may crumble, but my love for you will never end, so says the Lord who loves you. Isaiah 54:10 (TEV)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;table width="185" align="right" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="5"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td  style="border-bottom: 1px solid rgb(67, 66, 65); color: rgb(67, 66, 65); border-top: 1px solid rgb(67, 66, 65);font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;" align="right"&gt; &lt;p  style="font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;God says, "I will always love you and it is unconditional. You don't earn it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 13px; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;God says you're lovable.  This is so important because you can't  fulfill God's commandment to "love your neighbor as yourself" until you  believe this. If you don't feel lovable, you can't love anybody else.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Our verse today says a couple things about God's love for us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul style="list-style-type: disc;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God loves you consistently -- &lt;/strong&gt;He doesn't love you  one day and not the next.  He doesn't love you on your good days and not  on your bad days.  A lot of you grew up with inconsistent love. One  lady told me, "Growing up, I didn't know whether I was going to be  hugged or slugged. My parents were never consistent." God isn't like  that. God is 100% consistent in his love for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;ul style="list-style-type: disc;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God loves you unconditionally -- &lt;/strong&gt;He says, "I will always love you and it is unconditional.  You don't earn it." He doesn't say, "I love you &lt;em&gt;if&lt;/em&gt; you're good, or I love you &lt;em&gt;if&lt;/em&gt; you do these things, or I love you &lt;em&gt;because &lt;/em&gt;you  look this way or you do these things."  What if you were unable to  fulfill the condition?  Then all of a sudden you're not loved anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;table width="185" align="right" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="5"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td  style="border-bottom: 1px solid rgb(67, 66, 65); color: rgb(67, 66, 65); border-top: 1px solid rgb(67, 66, 65);font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;" align="right"&gt; &lt;p  style="font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;God is 100% consistent in his love for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 13px; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But God says, "I don't love you like that." He says, "I love you  consistently and I love you unconditionally." You never have to wake up  in the morning and say, "God, are You going to love me today?  Did I  read my Bible enough?  Did I pray enough?" He loves you consistently no  matter who you are or what you do.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="yiv1458997190im"&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What is the result when you really understand this? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1282718390_5"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Daniel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; 10:19 says &lt;em&gt;"God loves you, so don't let anything worry you or frighten you." &lt;/em&gt;That's a comfort to me. When I don't have to worry or be afraid of anything, then I am free to give love to everyone around me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=6977338778979827573&amp;amp;postID=4322861266556497517" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="min-height: 12px;" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=6977338778979827573&amp;amp;postID=4322861266556497517" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="width: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=6977338778979827573&amp;amp;postID=4322861266556497517" alt="" width="20" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977338778979827573-4322861266556497517?l=momschickensoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/feeds/4322861266556497517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977338778979827573&amp;postID=4322861266556497517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/4322861266556497517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/4322861266556497517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/2010/08/hursday-july-29-2010-god-says-youre_25.html' title=''/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11926572896961592941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_seUgBLxupDY/STNZYN2BVsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mOBFX62lFgI/S220/IMG_1728.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977338778979827573.post-6970723045252722240</id><published>2010-08-16T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T06:06:22.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/User/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://store.dayspring.com/365dacaisyob.html" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 15px; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-decoration: none; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Discovering God's Best for You&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                  &lt;p style="padding-top: 10px; margin-top: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Blessed be the Lord, who daily loadeth us with benefits, even the God of our salvation.&lt;/i&gt; Psalm 68:19 KJV&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p style="margin-top: 10px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Today is your best day&lt;/b&gt; because you can grow a little more in your faith, a little more in your maturity, and a little more in your intimacy with Jesus. Today you can take another step higher as He takes you from glory to glory.&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p style="margin-top: 10px;"&gt;Corrie Ten Boom once said, &lt;i&gt;"God doesn't have problems; He only has plans."&lt;/i&gt; God doesn't make bad days for you and good days for you. God makes each day fit perfectly into His plans for you.&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p style="margin-top: 10px;"&gt;There are two ways that we can walk through a day. One is to walk by sight, and the other it walk by faith. To walk by faith means to walk in the truth of God's word and the presence of the Holy Spirit who lives in you.&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p style="margin-top: 10px;"&gt;Excerpt from &lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://store.dayspring.com/365dacaisyob.html"&gt;Today is Your Best Day&lt;/a&gt; by Roy Lessin, DaySpring co-founder and writer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/User/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-3.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/User/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977338778979827573-6970723045252722240?l=momschickensoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/feeds/6970723045252722240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977338778979827573&amp;postID=6970723045252722240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/6970723045252722240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/6970723045252722240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/2010/08/discovering-gods-best-for-you-blessed.html' title=''/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11926572896961592941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_seUgBLxupDY/STNZYN2BVsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mOBFX62lFgI/S220/IMG_1728.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977338778979827573.post-7442525398899129118</id><published>2010-08-12T23:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T00:07:24.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>She lies in her hospital bed, in pain. She sighs......She has been like this since December 2009. When will it all end.How long more. A new wave of pain sweeps over her. Now adays that is all she knows-pain after pain. She is 16 years old. Her mum walks in, she tries to hide her pain and frustration from her daughter but its written all over her face. She wishes she could trade places with her daughter. Its getting harder and harder to be strong for her family. She wants to scream and protest. This is not fair! She is just 16! She should be enjoying her teenage days for soon it will be over. Her father walks in and goes to her and kisses her and holds her. She feels his love and she knows I will get through this.He is tired after the long drive and he looks at her, so thin and sick.But there is no pity in his eyes just love, pouring out and reaching down to her. Her mum stands by her and even she knows Daddy is here and he gives her that sense of peace too. Her face lifts for she feels the love of her husband surrounding her family. They all forget the pain and frustrations and anger and just feel warm and close.His strength and hope flows over them, giving them hope and strength too.&lt;br /&gt;He leaves the hospital room and goes down to his car. He puts his head in his hands and then the tears come. They flow and flow. He feels helpless. There is nothing he can do to make her better. Its out of his hands now and he knows it.He calls out to his heavenly father. His heart is full of despair. Then he feels those warm strong arms creeping around him, holding him close.He knows his father is here with him, crying with him and then he gently lifts him up and carries him and all his burdens, his pain, his fears.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977338778979827573-7442525398899129118?l=momschickensoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/feeds/7442525398899129118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977338778979827573&amp;postID=7442525398899129118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/7442525398899129118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/7442525398899129118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/2010/08/she-lies-in-her-hospital-bed-in-pain.html' title=''/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11926572896961592941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_seUgBLxupDY/STNZYN2BVsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mOBFX62lFgI/S220/IMG_1728.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977338778979827573.post-6714341382446067048</id><published>2010-08-12T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T23:22:24.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Excerpt from &lt;em&gt;Walk the Talk&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   By Eric Harvey and Steve Ventura&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Courage&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;p&gt;QUESTION: What does "courage" have to do with being a person of good  character...with someone who stays true to their principles and their  values?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;ANSWER: EVERYTHING!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You see, being values-driven means two things:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Doing what's right - following our conscience; refusing to compromise  our principles, despite pressures and temptations to the contrary, and&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Taking a stand against what's wrong - speaking out, whenever we see others do things that are incorrect or inappropriate.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Unquestionably, both of those require guts and fortitude...they require courage.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Courage is...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Following your conscience instead of "following the crowd".&lt;br /&gt;  Refusing to take part in hurtful or disrespectful behaviors.&lt;br /&gt;  Sacrificing personal gain for the benefit of others.&lt;br /&gt;  Speaking your mind even though others don't agree.&lt;br /&gt;   Taking complete responsibility for your actions...and your mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;  Following the rules - and insisting that others do the same.&lt;br /&gt;  Challenging the status quo in search of better ways.&lt;br /&gt;  Doing what you know is right- regardless of the risks and potential consequences.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I'd like to share the "Cadet Prayer" that is repeated during chapel services at the U.S. Military Academy:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"Make us to choose the harder right instead of the easier wrong, and  never to be content with a half truth when the whole truth can be won.  Endow us with the courage that is born of loyalty to all that is noble  and worthy, that scorns to compromise with vice and injustice and knows  no fear when truth and right are in jeopardy."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;That is truly the essence of courage.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977338778979827573-6714341382446067048?l=momschickensoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/feeds/6714341382446067048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977338778979827573&amp;postID=6714341382446067048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/6714341382446067048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/6714341382446067048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/2010/08/excerpt-from-walk-talk-by-eric-harvey.html' title=''/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11926572896961592941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_seUgBLxupDY/STNZYN2BVsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mOBFX62lFgI/S220/IMG_1728.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977338778979827573.post-207758677390475366</id><published>2010-08-02T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T23:18:50.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Today I am 58 years old. I have so much to be thankful for and I count my blessings everyday.&lt;br /&gt;The gift of my children are my biggest blessing. The love and caring I receive from them makes&lt;br /&gt;me feel so special. To see how they have grown up to be kind and caring people, with integrity and&lt;br /&gt;purpose in their lives makes me so proud of them. They have put God in their lives and they cannot go wrong when they do that. I have made alot of mistakes in my life and I fear some of those mistakes have hurt them but I pray they forgive me and their hurts will heal in time. They are such as  joy in my life.&lt;br /&gt;My family-my brothers and sisters are my next best gift. God has bl est me with  a wonderful sister, who is my friend, mother and sister all rolled in one. She hurts when I hurt and feels my joys and pain. Thank you sister for being there for me and now for my kids too. My brothers, thank you for being protective and caring, ready to rally around me when I hurt.My strong shoulders to cry on.You, my family surround me&lt;br /&gt;with so much love. I cannot imagine my life without you all. God has also bl est me with wonderful friends.You know when I am down and you constantly lift me up. You spoil me in your caring and shower me with so much love. I am overwhelmed by it all. I am so richly blest by you all.&lt;br /&gt;You all now are my soulmates and I love each one of you. You each have touched my life in a very special way and I am all the better for it. Thank you..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977338778979827573-207758677390475366?l=momschickensoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/feeds/207758677390475366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977338778979827573&amp;postID=207758677390475366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/207758677390475366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/207758677390475366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/2010/08/today-i-am-58-years-old.html' title=''/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11926572896961592941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_seUgBLxupDY/STNZYN2BVsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mOBFX62lFgI/S220/IMG_1728.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977338778979827573.post-5741135337313994884</id><published>2010-07-26T22:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T22:32:24.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.incourage.me/bonniegray.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://cache.dayspring.com/ad/mail/20100724/image2.jpg" alt="" width="325" align="left" border="0" height="250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                   &lt;div&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.incourage.me/bonniegray.html" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font: 15px Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Overcoming Worry&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                    &lt;p style="padding-top: 10px; margin-top: 0pt;"&gt;I knew I  needed to change, but didn't know where to begin. &lt;i&gt;How, Lord?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                  &lt;p style="margin-top: 10px;"&gt;Quietly, He gathered me in  His arms and spoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Don't be afraid. I can free you from worry.&lt;br /&gt;Just  as I brought &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1280208564_3"&gt;light out of  darkness&lt;/span&gt;, I will bring order out of your chaos.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                  &lt;p style="margin-top: 10px;"&gt;"Now the earth was formless  and empty, darkness was over the surface of the deep, and the &lt;span style="border-bottom: 2px dotted rgb(54, 99, 136); cursor: pointer; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1280208564_4"&gt;Spirit of God&lt;/span&gt; was hovering over the waters.  And God said, '&lt;span style="border-bottom: 2px dotted rgb(54, 99, 136); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1280208564_5"&gt;Let there be  light&lt;/span&gt;,' and there was light." Genesis 1:2, 3&lt;/p&gt;                  &lt;p style="margin-top: 10px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I have rescued you.  Never mind the circumstances. You were always safe.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                  &lt;p style="margin-top: 10px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Faith was no longer a  goal for me to reach. It became the bridge I must cross daily to see  God's goodness and live worry-free.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                  &lt;p style="margin-top: 10px;"&gt;That night, I stepped out  of denial and surrendered myself. "I am the Lord's servant...May it be  to me as you have said" (Luke 1:26-40).&lt;/p&gt;                  &lt;p style="margin-top: 10px;"&gt;This prayer has become my  anecdote to worry. During the day or late at night, I say to my worries,  &lt;i&gt;Let it be, if that is what God allows for me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977338778979827573-5741135337313994884?l=momschickensoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/feeds/5741135337313994884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977338778979827573&amp;postID=5741135337313994884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/5741135337313994884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/5741135337313994884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/2010/07/overcoming-worry-i-knew-i-needed-to.html' title=''/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11926572896961592941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_seUgBLxupDY/STNZYN2BVsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mOBFX62lFgI/S220/IMG_1728.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977338778979827573.post-3815649978313766171</id><published>2010-07-26T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T22:28:11.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.incourage.me/emily.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://cache.dayspring.com/ad/mail/20100724/image1.jpg" alt="" width="325" align="right" border="0" height="250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                   &lt;div&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.incourage.me/emily.html" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font: 15px Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Overcoming Fear&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                   &lt;p style="padding-top: 10px; margin-top: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am  Afraid&lt;/i&gt;, I hear myself say. And in the saying, &lt;b&gt;I practice the  presence of Fear, rather than rest in the safety of God.&lt;/b&gt; Jesus says  His Spirit within me is one of power, love, and a sound mind. But He  whispers while Fear is loud.&lt;/p&gt;                  &lt;p style="margin-top: 10px;"&gt;Fear screams for me to run.&lt;br /&gt;But  God beckons me, &lt;i&gt;Come.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                  &lt;p style="margin-top: 10px;"&gt;Fear pushes me to produce  protection.&lt;br /&gt;But God whispers &lt;i&gt;I have already overcome.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                  &lt;p style="margin-top: 10px;"&gt;And so I stand on rock and  watch as the sand sinks swiftly down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;To be love-led rather than  fear-driven is to stand on the rock underneath.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                  &lt;p style="margin-top: 10px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Where have you placed  your feet today?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                  b&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977338778979827573-3815649978313766171?l=momschickensoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/feeds/3815649978313766171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977338778979827573&amp;postID=3815649978313766171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/3815649978313766171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/3815649978313766171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/2010/07/overcoming-fear-i-am-afraid-i-hear.html' title=''/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11926572896961592941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_seUgBLxupDY/STNZYN2BVsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mOBFX62lFgI/S220/IMG_1728.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977338778979827573.post-635542087659576213</id><published>2010-07-19T04:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T05:08:19.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think about God all the time. Its our human nature when all else fails. We turn to the one person whom we know never lets us down. Sure we do not get instant results.Maybe even not the answers we want(or so we think).But in his time, his way, his place he makes all things right. But everything is a learning experience. Its a long bumpy hard road, but trust in the hand that leads you and he will make all things right. Rest in him and wait. He sees years ahead of you and he wants us to avoid the disasters he sees ahead of us, so trust in his plans for you. Some decisions need to be made, changes need to be done. Some times we need to leave all that is familiar and our comfort zones and go out into the unknown. It can be such a frightening thing, but we are not afraid. He understands perfectly our fears.Sometimes he has to take everything dear and familiar to us, tug our comfort blanket from under us, leaving us naked and exposed. Then he covers us with his feathers and under his wings we will take refuge until the storm has passed. Trust in him, you have nothing to loose. Be blessed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977338778979827573-635542087659576213?l=momschickensoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/feeds/635542087659576213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977338778979827573&amp;postID=635542087659576213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/635542087659576213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/635542087659576213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-think-about-god-all-time.html' title=''/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11926572896961592941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_seUgBLxupDY/STNZYN2BVsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mOBFX62lFgI/S220/IMG_1728.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977338778979827573.post-9017565813835777066</id><published>2010-05-25T03:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T03:49:21.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_seUgBLxupDY/S_uq9FJRpAI/AAAAAAAAABY/QT30M00NE6M/s1600/s669369904_796812_2064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 97px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_seUgBLxupDY/S_uq9FJRpAI/AAAAAAAAABY/QT30M00NE6M/s320/s669369904_796812_2064.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475157738328794114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Today my sister is 60 years old. When we were kids growing up I loved her and also was jealous of her. To me she was smart and beautiful and my dad doted on her. Don't get me wrong, he loved all of us but somehow she was all special. Later on when I was a teenager, I did not resent that so much as I could see why she was special. When I was in school the other kids were scared to mess with me because of her. I f I complained to her, come recess she would be there, her ringlets falling all over her pretty face, her eyes flashing with anger and her hands on her hips. Boy she could scare them alright. I felt so proud of her. We were always close, but of course we had our misunderstandings but up till this very day I could not remember ever having fought with her or not talking to her.&lt;br /&gt;I was her baby sister and until this day I still that way with her. She is still fiercely protective over me, she is sad when I am sad and happy for me when I am happy. She knows my hurts and pain and feels them too. I look back and simply cannot imagine my life without her. I just visited a family of nine brothers and sisters, and the hate and bitterness they feel for each other just astonishes me. Their 85 year old mother is dying and they still fight and bitch over each other instead of being with her. I Thank God every day for each of my brothers and sister. We are still close and are bonded to each other. We know each others problems and pray for each other and this is because Jesus is the main part of our family, our lives. Even our sisters-in-laws are more like our sisters. When friends tell me they do not talk to this brother or that sister-in-law, I cannot ever imagine not talking to any member of my family. I have one brother-in law and he is such a wonderful husband and father. They are prefect for each other.&lt;br /&gt;So my dear sister, god's abundant favour and blessings be upon you always. I love you so much and wish you with so many more good years to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977338778979827573-9017565813835777066?l=momschickensoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/feeds/9017565813835777066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977338778979827573&amp;postID=9017565813835777066' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/9017565813835777066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/9017565813835777066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/2010/05/today-my-sister-is-60-years-old.html' title=''/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11926572896961592941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_seUgBLxupDY/STNZYN2BVsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mOBFX62lFgI/S220/IMG_1728.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_seUgBLxupDY/S_uq9FJRpAI/AAAAAAAAABY/QT30M00NE6M/s72-c/s669369904_796812_2064.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977338778979827573.post-7340269406682055079</id><published>2010-05-20T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T22:57:26.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>An old lady lies dying, her time draws near. She longs to see her children, to gaze into their faces, remembering all the old memories of her life here on earth, but they do not come. She lives with one child that the others do not like so they do not come. What pain and sadness she feels. She thinks they cannot be bothered with her and every day her time grows shorter and the longing in her heart grows stronger. Yet when she dies, they come with their big show of misery, crying and lamenting her passing. What was all that for? What a sad and miserable world we live in. A world were there is hate and bitterness. A world full of unforgivness. People only thinking of their own needs and wants. What a hurting world, what a hurting people. Yet Jesus came  and gave his life for us, to save us. Can  we even fathom  the depths of that love? Can we fully understand the depths of that sacrifice on the cross? No matter what we do he never takes back his love or wish he never died for us. His love, his sacrifice is unconditional. I hurt him to everyday with my selfishness and stubbornness. He talks to me and at times I pretend I do not hear. But he knows and when I run to him in despair and sorrow, he hold his arms wide open and lets me run into them. Then he hold me close and tells me he loves me. He tells me he will never leave me or forsake me. I am immediately calmed by that assurance. We do not realise how much we need him. He waits though, patiently waits for the day when we will call his name and come back to him. I pray that day comes for you soon. I can promise you your life will never be the same.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977338778979827573-7340269406682055079?l=momschickensoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/feeds/7340269406682055079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977338778979827573&amp;postID=7340269406682055079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/7340269406682055079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/7340269406682055079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/2010/05/old-lady-lies-dying-her-time-draws-near.html' title=''/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11926572896961592941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_seUgBLxupDY/STNZYN2BVsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mOBFX62lFgI/S220/IMG_1728.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977338778979827573.post-2020875685410903091</id><published>2010-05-19T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T23:58:51.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel so cold and despondent. Where is the lifter of my heart? I know you are right there but my eyes fail to see. You are the same yesterday, today and tomorrow but I am forever changing. I feel that I going through the fire now and I am being moulded and shaped for his glory, not my own. When I think of you Lord, I feel my strength returning but when my thoughts stray into areas of anger and bitterness and hurt, I feel you fading far away. I am so tired, just so tired. What is it you have in store for me Lord. Sometimes I feel I just want to go home. I will finish the race and do what I am suppose to do for your glory and your glory alone. Each of us has a specific purpose in this life and when we trust in you, that plan for our life will unfold. We have a right to expect the best, because we serve a God of Abundance, such a loving father no earthly father can be. If I become depressed than I sin against you. I love you too much Lord to do that. Just hold me a little closer Lord, let me feel warm and safe. Let my faint heart rest in your bosom. I know you will never leave me or forsake me. For every hurt he renders me, you will love me more and I will feel not pain. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;THE JOY OF THE LORD IS MY STRENGTH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;AMEN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977338778979827573-2020875685410903091?l=momschickensoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/feeds/2020875685410903091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977338778979827573&amp;postID=2020875685410903091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/2020875685410903091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/2020875685410903091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-feel-so-cold-and-despondent.html' title=''/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11926572896961592941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_seUgBLxupDY/STNZYN2BVsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mOBFX62lFgI/S220/IMG_1728.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977338778979827573.post-1879113379928140452</id><published>2010-05-18T22:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T22:42:31.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://mail01.dayspring.com/track?type=click&amp;amp;enid=bWFpbGluZ2lkPTM3Mzc4Jm1lc3NhZ2VpZD0yNDgxMyZkYXRhYmFzZWlkPTIyNzUmc2VyaWFsPTEyMTcyNTU5ODUmZW1haWxpZD1saW5kYWFubmE1MEB5YWhvby5jb20mdXNlcmlkPTY3NTk5MCZleHRyYT0mJiY=&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;2010&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;http://store.yahoo.com/cgi-bin/clink?yhst-93128105900816+y6EWH9+jesuscalling.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://cache.dayspring.com/ad/mail/20100516/image2.jpg" alt="Jesus  Calling by Sarah Young" width="325" align="left" border="0" height="250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                   &lt;div&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://mail01.dayspring.com/track?type=click&amp;amp;enid=bWFpbGluZ2lkPTM3Mzc4Jm1lc3NhZ2VpZD0yNDgxMyZkYXRhYmFzZWlkPTIyNzUmc2VyaWFsPTEyMTcyNTU5ODUmZW1haWxpZD1saW5kYWFubmE1MEB5YWhvby5jb20mdXNlcmlkPTY3NTk5MCZleHRyYT0mJiY=&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;2011&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;http://store.yahoo.com/cgi-bin/clink?yhst-93128105900816+y6EWH9+jesuscalling.html" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font: 15px Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jesus  Calling&lt;/i&gt; - God of Abundance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                   &lt;p style="padding-top: 10px; margin-top: 0pt;"&gt;As you  sit quietly in My Presence remember I am a God of abundance. I will  never run out of resources; &lt;b&gt;My capacity to bless you is unlimited.&lt;/b&gt;  You live in a world of supply and demand, where necessary things are  often scarce. Even if you personally have enough, you see poverty in the  world around you. It is impossible for you to comprehend the lavishness  of My provisions: the fullness of My &lt;i&gt;glorious riches.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;                   &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Through &lt;span style="cursor: pointer; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1274247567_3"&gt;spending time&lt;/span&gt;  in My Presence, you gain glimpses of My overflowing vastness. These  glimpses are tiny foretastes of what you will experience eternally in  heaven. Even now you have access to as much of Me as you have faith to  receive. &lt;b&gt;Rejoice in my abundance - &lt;i&gt;living by faith, not by sight.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;                   &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 10px 0pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Philippians  4:19; 2 Corinthians 5:7&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;                  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 10px 0pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sarah  Young&lt;/b&gt;, excerpted from the devotional &lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://mail01.dayspring.com/track?type=click&amp;amp;enid=bWFpbGluZ2lkPTM3Mzc4Jm1lc3NhZ2VpZD0yNDgxMyZkYXRhYmFzZWlkPTIyNzUmc2VyaWFsPTEyMTcyNTU5ODUmZW1haWxpZD1saW5kYWFubmE1MEB5YWhvby5jb20mdXNlcmlkPTY3NTk5MCZleHRyYT0mJiY=&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;2012&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;http://store.dayspring.com/jesuscalling.html" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jesus  Calling&lt;/i&gt; »&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977338778979827573-1879113379928140452?l=momschickensoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/feeds/1879113379928140452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977338778979827573&amp;postID=1879113379928140452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/1879113379928140452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/1879113379928140452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/2010/05/jesus-calling-god-of-abundance-as-you.html' title=''/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11926572896961592941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_seUgBLxupDY/STNZYN2BVsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mOBFX62lFgI/S220/IMG_1728.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977338778979827573.post-4166428720798915796</id><published>2010-05-14T05:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T05:38:53.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;     &lt;h2&gt;Declaration of Interdependence&lt;br /&gt;   by BJ Gallagher and Lisa Hammond&lt;/h2&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   We hold these truths to be self-evident:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   That all women are created equal -&lt;br /&gt;   but each is blessed with different  gifts and talents.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;That all women are endowed with certain individual rights -&lt;br /&gt;   but each must assume shared  responsibilities.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;For the happiness of all&lt;br /&gt;   depends on the commitment of each&lt;br /&gt;   to support  equality and individuality,&lt;br /&gt;   rights and  responsibilities.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;We declare all women to be mutually interdependent -&lt;br /&gt;   banding together to support one  another,&lt;br /&gt;   sharing our experience, strength,  and hope,&lt;br /&gt;   that all may enjoy  life, love,&lt;br /&gt;   and the pursuit of  laughter.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;We agree to encourage one another in tough times&lt;br /&gt;   and  celebrate in good times.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;We commit to taking turns leading and following,&lt;br /&gt;   inspiring  and teaching,&lt;br /&gt;   listening  and learning.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;We agree to give credit where credit is due -&lt;br /&gt;   including us.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;We commit to loving ourselves first -&lt;br /&gt;   because we  can't give what we don't have.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;With this Declaration of Interdependence,&lt;br /&gt;   we set ourselves free -&lt;br /&gt;   free from  old beliefs that are no longer true,&lt;br /&gt;   free from  self-doubt, insecurity, and loneliness,&lt;br /&gt;   free from  self-imposed perfectionism.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;We set ourselves free -&lt;br /&gt;   heeding our  intuition in all her guises,&lt;br /&gt;   loving our  bodies through every change,&lt;br /&gt;   finding our  voices to speak our own truths.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;We set ourselves free -&lt;br /&gt;   to create fulfilling work,&lt;br /&gt;   to form nurturing families,&lt;br /&gt;   and to build great friendships.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;We are strong;&lt;br /&gt;   we are  beautiful;&lt;br /&gt;   we  are generous;&lt;br /&gt;   we  are wise.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;We are women  -&lt;br /&gt;   committed to creating&lt;br /&gt;   a world that affirms us all.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977338778979827573-4166428720798915796?l=momschickensoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/feeds/4166428720798915796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977338778979827573&amp;postID=4166428720798915796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/4166428720798915796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/4166428720798915796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/2010/05/declaration-of-interdependence-by-bj.html' title=''/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11926572896961592941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_seUgBLxupDY/STNZYN2BVsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mOBFX62lFgI/S220/IMG_1728.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977338778979827573.post-719927129956484600</id><published>2010-05-09T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T06:12:06.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BLESSED MOTHER'S DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To day is mother's day. None of my kids are back, but I am sure that would have if they could. We had a wonderful service at GROW. I am indeed so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bl est&lt;/span&gt; to have such a wonderful church. Its because of my three children that I am a MOTHER. I may have failed them sometimes, but I will  never stop being there for them.Just to pick up the phone and hear that 'Hi Ma' makes my day. I connect with each one of them in a special way My son is the worrier, always worrying about me. He can read me well, and I just cannot hide anything from him. He knows me too well. Every evening while we drive home from work, Lizzie and I enjoy our chats. We can talk for more than half hour and before we know it we are home. I feel that I am in the car with her chatting. I value that time with her so much, where I am just her mum and she my little girl. Jess now is my sparing partner. We argue over everything when we are together but the minute she is on the bus I miss her and wish she did not have to leave. She has a warm and caring heart. How I miss them and often think of the days when they were at home growing up. I am so proud of each one of them, at the adults they have become.&lt;br /&gt;I pray for them to put God first in all they do, seek him everyday to know his plans for them and know how much more he loves them. They are the righteousness of God through Christ Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977338778979827573-719927129956484600?l=momschickensoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/feeds/719927129956484600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977338778979827573&amp;postID=719927129956484600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/719927129956484600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/719927129956484600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/2010/05/blessed-mothers-day-to-day-is-mothers.html' title=''/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11926572896961592941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_seUgBLxupDY/STNZYN2BVsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mOBFX62lFgI/S220/IMG_1728.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977338778979827573.post-3458311557530081647</id><published>2010-04-07T04:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T05:42:23.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometime its hard to have hope. But without hope where will we be. I have been stuck in that place, hoping and hoping, but now I need to hope but move on also.I believe that God has his time and I can only hope.I cannot stop hoping like I cannot stop loving, these two go together. I have so many decisions to make. I need to make decisions that will alter the rest of my life. I need answers. One thing in me is that I hold on to the Lord, and I KNOW he is always with me. He may not always answer but that does not mean he did not hear.&lt;br /&gt;He hears and see everything but always in his time.So I will wait and he will give the answers I seek. I trust him always and in all things. Even though one heart has been closed to me, he has opened another, his own heart. So I wait. Another new day, another new beginning. There is always tomorrow and Jesus has already gone ahead and is waiting there for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My niece in Perth wrote this------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;LET US DRESS OURSELVES IN GENTLENESS, FOR IN OUR&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;TOUGH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;UNBENDING&lt;br /&gt;WORLD, GENTLENESS IS A VIVID REMINDER OF GOD'S PRESENCE AMONG US.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Somehow I find that so refreshing and calming.Holy Spirit teach me to have a gentle spirit, even in the midst of the storm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977338778979827573-3458311557530081647?l=momschickensoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/feeds/3458311557530081647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977338778979827573&amp;postID=3458311557530081647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/3458311557530081647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/3458311557530081647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/2010/04/sometime-its-hard-to-have-hope.html' title=''/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11926572896961592941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_seUgBLxupDY/STNZYN2BVsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mOBFX62lFgI/S220/IMG_1728.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977338778979827573.post-4799305214880812077</id><published>2010-03-28T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T23:29:49.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why can't people see that its not about us anymore but about Jesus only.Always only him. Its not about our hurts, ours, ours, ours but its all about his love and his grace, his forgiveness.When we can come to that point, we are truly one with him. That is my desire now. To know this God I love and serve. I need to know him so intimately, I want to see him and feel him passing me by. I want to feel his love all around me. I feel this during services in GROW. This awesome awesome presence . My legs turn weak and I just want to weep and weep. But I want more and more of him.He is more than enough for me. When I look back on my life, especially the last few months, I see his love carrying me through this storm. When I was condemned and made to feel so unloved and ugly, he made me see how beautiful I was and how much he loved me. When I felt alone and so lonely, he came quietly and wrapped his arms around me ands held me close. He saw my tears and healed my broken heart. So if anymore is in despair out there, remember that someone does care. JESUS cares. More than you will ever know. Its never about us or about what we are going through now, but it must be always about him and him only. So be blessed today and may the love of Jesus surround you always.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977338778979827573-4799305214880812077?l=momschickensoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/feeds/4799305214880812077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977338778979827573&amp;postID=4799305214880812077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/4799305214880812077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/4799305214880812077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/2010/03/why-cant-people-see-that-its-not-about.html' title=''/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11926572896961592941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_seUgBLxupDY/STNZYN2BVsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mOBFX62lFgI/S220/IMG_1728.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977338778979827573.post-6257727281435561546</id><published>2010-03-02T05:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T05:27:35.239-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://mail01.dayspring.com/track?type=click&amp;amp;enid=bWFpbGluZ2lkPTMwNTc4Jm1lc3NhZ2VpZD0xOTgxMyZkYXRhYmFzZWlkPTIyNzUmc2VyaWFsPTEyMTcyNTU4NTImZW1haWxpZD1saW5kYWFubmE1MEB5YWhvby5jb20mdXNlcmlkPTY5ODA5NiZleHRyYT0mJiY=&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;2007&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;http://www.dayspring.com/free/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://cache.dayspring.com/ad/mail/20100228/image1.jpg" alt="Just Think" align="right" border="0" width="325" height="250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                   &lt;div&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://mail01.dayspring.com/track?type=click&amp;amp;enid=bWFpbGluZ2lkPTMwNTc4Jm1lc3NhZ2VpZD0xOTgxMyZkYXRhYmFzZWlkPTIyNzUmc2VyaWFsPTEyMTcyNTU4NTImZW1haWxpZD1saW5kYWFubmE1MEB5YWhvby5jb20mdXNlcmlkPTY5ODA5NiZleHRyYT0mJiY=&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;2008&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;http://www.dayspring.com/free/" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-decoration: none;font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:18px;"  &gt;Just Think&lt;br /&gt;You are Here, Not by Chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                   &lt;p style="padding-top: 10px; margin-top: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Just Think&lt;/i&gt; you are here,&lt;br /&gt;  Not by chance but &lt;b&gt;by God's choosing&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;His hand formed&lt;/b&gt; you&lt;br /&gt;  And &lt;b&gt;made you the person you are&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;  He compares you to no one else - &lt;b&gt;you are one of a kind&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;You lack nothing&lt;/b&gt; that His grace can't give you.&lt;br /&gt;  He has allowed you to be here at this time in history&lt;br /&gt;  To &lt;b&gt;fulfill His special purpose for this generation&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 10px; margin-top: 0pt;"&gt;I got these from  Dayspring, a beautiful &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;must see&lt;/span&gt; website. God has a perfect plan for each one of us. He knows us better than we know ourselves.  When we think all is hopeless  and nothing can save us, he is there, in the midst of  our hopelessness, to raise us up. Seek him now, today ,this instant, he is there waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                  &lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://mail01.dayspring.com/track?type=click&amp;amp;enid=bWFpbGluZ2lkPTMwNTc4Jm1lc3NhZ2VpZD0xOTgxMyZkYXRhYmFzZWlkPTIyNzUmc2VyaWFsPTEyMTcyNTU4NTImZW1haWxpZD1saW5kYWFubmE1MEB5YWhvby5jb20mdXNlcmlkPTY5ODA5NiZleHRyYT0mJiY=&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;2009&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;http://www.dayspring.com/free/" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977338778979827573-6257727281435561546?l=momschickensoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/feeds/6257727281435561546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977338778979827573&amp;postID=6257727281435561546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/6257727281435561546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/6257727281435561546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/2010/03/just-think-you-are-here-not-by-chance.html' title=''/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11926572896961592941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_seUgBLxupDY/STNZYN2BVsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mOBFX62lFgI/S220/IMG_1728.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977338778979827573.post-8045501489799932019</id><published>2010-02-21T04:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T05:37:23.838-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:webdings;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;I've learned that no matter what happens, or how bad it seems today, life goes on, and it will be better tomorrow. My storm began eight months ago and I felt it was the end. I was broken but my saviour picked up the pieces and lovingly and carefully put them back together again. When I wanted to give up and die, he refused to let me. I felt unwanted and without love, but he showed his love in such marvellous ways an he began to build me up to be the person he all along planned for me to be. He amazed me with his love and I began to really know this God, I professed to serve.He took away all hurt, hate and bitterness from my heart so that I could be a better person. He showed me that I still had much to give and that I could make a difference. I work in a job now that sees hurting people everyday. God has opened my heart to see their pain and hurt. When I look at them it seems I can see right through to the pain and bitterness there. When I came to realise that its not about me anymore, but about him-his LOVE-his GRACE-his STRENGTH-his FORGIVENESS.I have began this journey eight months ago, where it will lead I do not know. But I know my SAVIOUR and that's all I need to know.When I want to give up on you and just go away, forget you were ever in my life, he tells me to hold on and do not let go. You run and try to hide but he knows, and your time will come. You search and chase after your youth, but you can never go down that road again. All I know is you are his son and he loves you so much.&lt;br /&gt;He has given me three angels who constantly watch over me and lift me up. I thank god for you everyday.&lt;br /&gt;So all you women out there, whatever you are going through, know that there IS someone who cares. You may not know him, but he knows all about you. In your time of despair and pain just call upon JESUS and he will come. I promise you that he will come. Seek him and you will find him. Give your life to him and see what does with your life.&lt;br /&gt;He is a GOD OF HOPE AND LOVE. Shalom to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977338778979827573-8045501489799932019?l=momschickensoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/feeds/8045501489799932019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977338778979827573&amp;postID=8045501489799932019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/8045501489799932019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/8045501489799932019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/2010/02/ive-learned-that-no-matter-what-happens.html' title=''/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11926572896961592941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_seUgBLxupDY/STNZYN2BVsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mOBFX62lFgI/S220/IMG_1728.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977338778979827573.post-8324010501062510645</id><published>2010-02-18T05:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T05:07:28.207-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10pt; 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margin-left: 5px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;table style="border-style: none; border-collapse: collapse;" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="99%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border-style: none; color: black; border-collapse: collapse;" width="100%" valign="top"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;table style="border-style: none; border-collapse: collapse;" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="99%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border-style: none; color: black; border-collapse: collapse;" width="100%"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;table style="border-style: none; border-collapse: collapse;" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="99%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border-style: none; color: black; border-collapse: collapse; background-color: rgb(239, 243, 244);" bg width="95%" valign="top"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table style="border-style: none; border-collapse: collapse; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="center" bg cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="99%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border-style: none; color: black; border-collapse: collapse;" width="100%"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(239, 243, 244);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;One Flaw In Women &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(239, 243, 244);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Women have strengths that amaze men..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(239, 243, 244);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;They bear hardships and they carry burdens, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(239, 243, 244);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;but they hold happiness, love and joy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(239, 243, 244);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;They smile when they want to scream. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(239, 243, 244);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;They sing when they want to cry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(239, 243, 244);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;They cry when they are happy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(239, 243, 244);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;and laugh when they are nervous. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(239, 243, 244);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;They fight for what they believe in.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(239, 243, 244);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;They stand up to injustice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(239, 243, 244);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;They don't take "no" for an answer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(239, 243, 244);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;when they believe there is a better solution. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(239, 243, 244);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;They go without so their family can have. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(239, 243, 244);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;They go to the doctor with a frightened friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(239, 243, 244);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;They love unconditionally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(239, 243, 244);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;They cry when their children excel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(239, 243, 244);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;and cheer when their friends get awards. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(239, 243, 244);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;They are happy when they hear about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(239, 243, 244);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;a birth or a wedding. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(239, 243, 244);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Their hearts break when a friend dies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(239, 243, 244);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;They grieve at the loss of a family member, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(239, 243, 244);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;yet they are strong when they &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(239, 243, 244);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;think there is no strength left. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(239, 243, 244);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;They know that a hug and a kiss &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(239, 243, 244);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;can heal a &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1266497989_2"&gt;broken heart&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(239, 243, 244);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Women come in all shapes, sizes and colors. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(239, 243, 244);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;They'll drive, fly, walk, run or e-mail you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(239, 243, 244);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;to show how much they care about you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(239, 243, 244);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;The heart of a woman is what &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(239, 243, 244);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;makes the world keep turning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(239, 243, 244);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;They bring joy, hope and love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(239, 243, 244);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;They have compassion and ideas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(239, 243, 244);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;They give moral support to their &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(239, 243, 244);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;family and friends.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(239, 243, 244);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Women have vital things to say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(239, 243, 244);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;and everything to give. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(239, 243, 244);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;HOWEVER, IF THERE IS &lt;b&gt;ONE FLAW IN WOMEN, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(239, 243, 244);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;IT IS THAT THEY FORGET THEIR WORTH.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wonderful sister sent this to me and it the best description of women I have ever seen. 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What to wear tomorrow for work&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Will my black shoes match my green blouse? Should I sweep the house before I go to work or shall I wait till I come home.? The most mundane of thoughts. Today I went to the funeral of a young man, who went to bed on Sunday night and never woke up at all. You see about 2am&lt;/span&gt; on  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Monday he just literally dropped&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dead. He was a gentle spirited young man with a passion for the God he loved. He served in the prison ministry for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;FGA&lt;/span&gt; and also worked with the shelter homes for children. He left behind his wife and little son&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I did not know him that well, only having met him twice, but I found him to be of Gentle spirit and you could see he loved the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;When he went to bed on Sunday, did he think he would never again see his wife and son, when he kissed his little boy good night, did he think it would be the last time.? He just went, no good byes, no fanfare, just quietly in the night. He went to the God he loved and who was waiting for him. I am sure he knew, that God would look after his family and he did not have to worry.At the funeral service there seem to be a quiet peace, for they knew where he had gone and who was with him. His wife and family knew he ran the race and fought the good fight and now he was safe and happy. He released all and just followed his Master.&lt;br /&gt;So when you wake up tomorrow morning, thank the Lord for this new day and this new beginning, for everyday is a new beginning. Do not waste your time on petty things but make every minute count. Touch as many people as you can with God's amazing love and pass it on. Let people remember not who you were but what you left behind, that great &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;legacy&lt;/span&gt; of love and hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977338778979827573-2033631796167341014?l=momschickensoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/feeds/2033631796167341014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977338778979827573&amp;postID=2033631796167341014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/2033631796167341014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/2033631796167341014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/2010/01/when-we-go-to-bed-tonight-what-are-we.html' title=''/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11926572896961592941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_seUgBLxupDY/STNZYN2BVsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mOBFX62lFgI/S220/IMG_1728.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977338778979827573.post-8404011222737825992</id><published>2009-12-29T21:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T21:21:33.307-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IF I KNEW was sent to me by my sister and I cannot remember who the author was but it was so beautifully written that I wanted to share it with all of you. 2009 is coming to an end and I look back on in sometimes with pain and heartache and sometimes with joy as well. The year brought me both and that is how life is. We take the good and the bad and make the best with what we have. Its not our circumstances that matter, but what we do with it that counts. If we could see ahead there are so many things we could or would have done differently, but unfortunately we did not have that luxury. We went ahead and made our mistakes and choices that we thought were good. Some were and some were not. Life is always a learning process right to the time we draw our last breath. But life itself is a gift to us and when we see another new day that is god's gift to us. What we do with it is our gift to god. So I look forward to the new year no matter what it brings. When I walk into 2010 I do not walk alone. This great an awesome god I serve walks with me, never letting go of my hand. So my friends may god bless you this coming year with all his best for us. Know this, we are strong women of faith and we are not going to allow anything to defeat us because GREATER IS HE THAT IS IN US THAN HE THAT IS IN THE WORLD. May all your dreams come through for 2010. I love you all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977338778979827573-8404011222737825992?l=momschickensoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/feeds/8404011222737825992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977338778979827573&amp;postID=8404011222737825992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/8404011222737825992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/8404011222737825992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/2009/12/if-i-knew-was-sent-to-me-by-my-sister.html' title=''/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11926572896961592941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_seUgBLxupDY/STNZYN2BVsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mOBFX62lFgI/S220/IMG_1728.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977338778979827573.post-5073057875678640897</id><published>2009-12-29T20:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T21:00:36.014-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_seUgBLxupDY/SzreRsnhLVI/AAAAAAAAABI/0_FNPgA3X3M/s1600-h/FamilyStudies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_seUgBLxupDY/SzreRsnhLVI/AAAAAAAAABI/0_FNPgA3X3M/s320/FamilyStudies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420889497109867858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;IF I KNEW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I knew it would be the last time&lt;br /&gt;That I'd see you fall asleep,&lt;br /&gt;I would tuck you in more tightly&lt;br /&gt;and pray the Lord, your soul to keep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I knew it would be the last time&lt;br /&gt;that I see you walk out the door,&lt;br /&gt;I would give you a hug and kiss&lt;br /&gt;and call you back for one more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I knew it would be the last tim e&lt;br /&gt;I'd hear y our voice lifted up in praise,&lt;br /&gt;I would video tape each action and word,&lt;br /&gt;so I could play them back day after day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I knew it would be the last time&lt;br /&gt;I could spare an extra minute&lt;br /&gt;to stop and say 'I love you,'&lt;br /&gt;instead of assuming you would KNOW I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I knew it would be the last time&lt;br /&gt;I would be there to share your day,&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm sure you'll have so many more,&lt;br /&gt;so I can let just this one slip away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For surely there's always tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;to make up for an oversight,&lt;br /&gt;and we always get a second chance&lt;br /&gt;to make everything just right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will l always be another day&lt;br /&gt;to say 'I love you,'&lt;br /&gt;And certainly there's another chance&lt;br /&gt;to say our 'Anything I can do?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But just in case I might be wrong,&lt;br /&gt;and today is all I get,&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to say how much I love you&lt;br /&gt;and I hope we never forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is not promised to anyone young or old alike,&lt;br /&gt;And today may be the last chance&lt;br /&gt;you get to hold your loved one tight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you're waiting for tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;why not do it today?&lt;br /&gt;For if tomorrow never comes,&lt;br /&gt;you' ll surely regret the day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That you didn't take that extra time&lt;br /&gt;for a smile, a hug, or a kiss&lt;br /&gt;and you were too busy to grant someone,&lt;br /&gt;what turned out to be their one last wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hold your loved ones close today,&lt;br /&gt;and whisper in their ear,&lt;br /&gt;Tell them how much you love them&lt;br /&gt;and that you'll always hold them dear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take time to say 'I'm sorry,'&lt;br /&gt;'Please forgive me,' 'Thank you,' or 'It's okay.'&lt;br /&gt;And if tomorrow never comes,&lt;br /&gt;you'll have no regrets about today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977338778979827573-5073057875678640897?l=momschickensoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/feeds/5073057875678640897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977338778979827573&amp;postID=5073057875678640897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/5073057875678640897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/5073057875678640897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/2009/12/if-i-knew-if-i-knew-it-would-be-last.html' title=''/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11926572896961592941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_seUgBLxupDY/STNZYN2BVsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mOBFX62lFgI/S220/IMG_1728.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_seUgBLxupDY/SzreRsnhLVI/AAAAAAAAABI/0_FNPgA3X3M/s72-c/FamilyStudies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977338778979827573.post-5628195552968889885</id><published>2009-11-28T05:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T05:52:44.584-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;I am knocked down sometimes, when I let go of my focus on the Lord and give in to my rage, but I AM NEVER KNOCKED OUT. I bounce right up again because he renews my strength. I am torn apart but not completely torn up. He stitches me up and makes me right. I am so deeply hurt but I am healing, because I serve a God that heals.I do not know where he is leading me, but he is making me let go of all the idols in my life. I may have to let go but he has new things in store for me. My future right now is so uncertain but I will not fear he has good plans for me, plans to prosper me. I will be the head and not the tail, no weapon formed against me will prosper. I envisioned growing old with you, going for dinner on saturday, or just sitting in starbucks chatting, watching the world go by. But you had other ideas.Well I hope you find what you are seaching for. Sometimes its there right under your nose but you were too blind to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977338778979827573-5628195552968889885?l=momschickensoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/feeds/5628195552968889885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977338778979827573&amp;postID=5628195552968889885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/5628195552968889885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/5628195552968889885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-am-knocked-down-sometimes-when-i-let.html' title=''/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11926572896961592941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_seUgBLxupDY/STNZYN2BVsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mOBFX62lFgI/S220/IMG_1728.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977338778979827573.post-367226787030685238</id><published>2009-11-26T05:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T05:43:30.585-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Dear Lord,&lt;br /&gt;I know my dad is up with you and he is so so happy. Today is his birthday. Can you wish him for me? Tell him I am doing alright but missing him still. Mum is there with him, but then you already know that. I can imagine him walking on streets of Gold, asking you all those questions he said he was going to ask you.He loved you so much and he was special to you too. He was a wonderful Dad, always had time for us. When we did something wrong, mum would get excited and scream and scold but Dad well he was more calm, but rest assured you would get the punishment you deserved.He was always quick to give a hug and kiss, no matter what age we were.When I think of him, I can almost smell the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Fahrenheit&lt;/span&gt; he lavishly splashed on himself. Clothes ironed to perfection and shoes shinning(we were roped in sometimes to shine them). Today I know all the family are thinking of him and Lord I cannot thank you enough for such a wonderful dad. He had such a great capacity to love and give of himself. Tell Dad that his children are still close to each other and that bond he started cannot be broken. Tell him the grandchildren are doing great and he and mum would be so proud of them.&lt;br /&gt;He was not only a great dad but also a wonderful husband and looked after mum right to the end.Two days before mum died she asked us to recite PSALM 23 and when Dad and I had finished, he looked at her and the love he had for her just poured right out and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;overwhelmed&lt;/span&gt; us. He told her you know I love you and she looked at him and said 'I know". It was like a secret message pass between them.&lt;br /&gt;The most poignant moment I shared with dad before he died was the night we were driving him to hospital. He was in pain and making very heavy breathing noises and I was crying. Suddenly he shouted with a loud voice 'I PLEAD THE BLOOD OF THE LAMB TO COVER ME'&lt;br /&gt;You, Lord immediately came to his rescue. You took away his fear in that instant and he knew he was going home. I have never until this day, ever felt that peace which invaded our car, that white light which flooded our car. It was the closes I have come to being in your presence.&lt;br /&gt;So tell him we love him and mum and the memories they left us, we will always carry in our hearts. He ran and finished the race. I can imagine you, Lord, standing at the gates of heaven, your arms wide open "Welcome home son"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977338778979827573-367226787030685238?l=momschickensoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/feeds/367226787030685238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977338778979827573&amp;postID=367226787030685238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/367226787030685238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/367226787030685238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/2009/11/dear-lord-i-know-my-dad-is-up-with-you.html' title=''/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11926572896961592941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_seUgBLxupDY/STNZYN2BVsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mOBFX62lFgI/S220/IMG_1728.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977338778979827573.post-8027434294414100163</id><published>2009-11-23T04:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T05:27:59.684-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Human beings are such an ungrateful lot. We sit and moan about all the things that went wrong in our lives. We cry and rant and rave about how unfair life is. But we need to stop and think about the good that has happened. We need to thank god for what we do have. We need to appreciate how bl est we really are with the things we take for granted. When we wake up each morning, we stretch and yawn ourselves up, our thoughts already racing into the day. STOP! think what a blessing it is that when you open your eyes you can see,put your foot on the floor and you can feel,sit and eat your breakfast yourself. All these little things we do with our eyes closed.Think about the person who wakes up to yet another dark day ahead.All he can see is this dark black void.Or the person who lies in bed waiting for his caregiver or family to come and help me with his toilet. He lies there listening to the sounds around, wishing he could just jump out of this skin. Or the person who sits and waits for someone to feed him.He hates this and finds it so demeaning, but there is nothing he can do.&lt;br /&gt;So this thanksgiving lets be thankful for what we have, the family we have, the love that surrounds us.Thank god for just being you, wonderfully made in God' image. Love yourself so you can love others. Find the good in every situation.Make the best of the life you have been given. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977338778979827573-8027434294414100163?l=momschickensoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/feeds/8027434294414100163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977338778979827573&amp;postID=8027434294414100163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/8027434294414100163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/8027434294414100163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/2009/11/human-beings-are-such-ungrateful-lot.html' title=''/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11926572896961592941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_seUgBLxupDY/STNZYN2BVsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mOBFX62lFgI/S220/IMG_1728.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977338778979827573.post-7764077372791066414</id><published>2009-11-14T20:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T21:02:11.945-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My young and pretty friend. You have such a sweet face, always smiling. You are quick to give a smile and there is a sweetness to your smile. I enjoy your company, you lift me up. Remember this my young friend, you are beautiful and smart and if he does not appreciate you he is the loser not you.There is that special kind of love out there, someone fitted specially for you. Love does not hurt. its kind and happy.So if he cheats on you now,know that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;perhaps&lt;/span&gt; he is not right for you. Better be now than way into the marriage where innocent lives will be hurt.If you give commitment, than expect that back too, you deserve it. Its not alright for a boyfriend to cheat on his girlfriend.Even friends have commitment too. You deserve to be happy so do not settle for anything less. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; in pray and in the Lord who cares. He never cheats on me, is always faithful and never fails me. I have began praying for you and you will know what to do.I am always here for you. God peace rest upon you and help you to decide wisely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977338778979827573-7764077372791066414?l=momschickensoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/feeds/7764077372791066414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977338778979827573&amp;postID=7764077372791066414' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/7764077372791066414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/7764077372791066414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-young-and-pretty-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11926572896961592941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_seUgBLxupDY/STNZYN2BVsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mOBFX62lFgI/S220/IMG_1728.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977338778979827573.post-1211770210472515082</id><published>2009-11-07T20:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T21:16:10.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today the service was awesome! We sang &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;TURN YOUR EYES UPON JESUS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and it felt like I was standing alone in his presence looking at him. The atmosphere was electrifying and the Lord's anointing was all around us. His peace is with me and the joy of the Lord permeates my very being. I prayed for all of you and I felt a peace for you too. I know you will make it. Pastor talked about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;holy communion &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and I have been doing it most mornings. Its something so intimate between me and my Lord. It makes me look forward to the day and whatever it brings. I have mentioned often that each day is a gift and my gift is new every morning.Its not about our faith but his faith in us. I urge you to read his word and meditate on it.You need to get intimate with him. Then you move into the spiritual realm. Everything is different then, more and more awesome. No word can describe how much I love the Lord.He fills my mind each day and I cannot get enough of him. When I go into his presence in prayer I bring those I love before him too, and I know something is happening in the spirit realm for them too. Remember that not one word we utter, not one teardrop we shed, not one hurt we feel , he does not feel and hear and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HAVE AN AWESOME WEEK AHEAD AND KNOW HE WALKS INTO YOUR WEEK WITH YOU,HAND IN HAND WITH YOU. BE BLEST IN JESUS NAME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977338778979827573-1211770210472515082?l=momschickensoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/feeds/1211770210472515082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977338778979827573&amp;postID=1211770210472515082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/1211770210472515082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/1211770210472515082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/2009/11/today-service-was-awesome-we-sang-turn.html' title=''/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11926572896961592941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_seUgBLxupDY/STNZYN2BVsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mOBFX62lFgI/S220/IMG_1728.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977338778979827573.post-3039694054970534962</id><published>2009-11-05T06:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T06:32:25.751-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel the Lord calling me to a particular ministry-&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;WOMEN&lt;/span&gt;. I seem to meet alot of women who are hurting.So let me tell you&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; WOMEN&lt;/span&gt; out there that you are beautifully and wonderfully made in God image and do not allow anyone to tell you different. You. as a woman, deserve  RESPECT, LOVE. KINDNESS and CARING from those you love. Do not settle for anything less.Love yourself first and know that Jesus loves you so much. When you are down, close your eyes and let his love flow over you. His peace will just engulf you and keep you warm.Women, we are strong, we get knocked down but we get right up there, ready to face our next challenge.We are fiercely protective of those we love and our job as mothers, wives,daughters, sisters and friends is never done. We give so much of ourselves and ask little in return. Our reward is to see those we love happy. So if there is anyone out there who feels alone and unloved; if you feel hopeless and despair and hurt, know that someone cares, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I CARE AND GOD CARES. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I pray for you even though I do not know you.My spirit goes out to you to find you. JESUS IS THERE FOR YOU. He asks nothing from you and he is so easy to love. Right now call his name and he will be there with you. He is just waiting for you to let him into your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My friend this is for you.&lt;br /&gt;I know you are hurting so much and you seem to be losing it. You still have so much love with you. Just look and those three faces that lie next to you.They are afraid too because somehow they think they are to blame. Change all that anger you feel towards him into love for those 3 treasures you have.I have told you often that you are beautiful, successful and smart. So do not be stripped of that.You draw from your inner strength now and God is with you.Know that. Cry out to him. Pour out your heart to him.Believe that in spite of everything he has good plans for you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977338778979827573-3039694054970534962?l=momschickensoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/feeds/3039694054970534962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977338778979827573&amp;postID=3039694054970534962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/3039694054970534962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/3039694054970534962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-feel-lord-calling-me-to-particular.html' title=''/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11926572896961592941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_seUgBLxupDY/STNZYN2BVsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mOBFX62lFgI/S220/IMG_1728.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977338778979827573.post-1139472527771789476</id><published>2009-10-20T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T07:32:56.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Something good comes out of everything! That is what I always believe and how true it has become. I was so broken and thought I would never heal, so lost and did not know what to do or who to turn too. It seems this battle was mine alone. I was all broken up inside but then he came to me.He told me to go to &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Grow&lt;/span&gt; church and I did.When the worship began I felt myself being uplifted and surrounded by this warm soft feeling. I knew you were there with me Lord. You saw my tears and held me when I cried. You gave me hope and told me you cared. I was not alone, you were right there, carrying me. I have never looked back since. Day by day you strengthened me and encouraged me with your word. You lift me up everyday, and when I look for you, you are always there. Your joy is my strength. I appreciate each day and each day is always special to me. You teach me and correct me and let me see how blest I really am. You thought me to surrender but not to give up. Just let you have your way not mine.I love you Lord so much and I know you will never leave me or forsake me. What an awesome &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;GOD&lt;/span&gt; you are&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977338778979827573-1139472527771789476?l=momschickensoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/feeds/1139472527771789476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977338778979827573&amp;postID=1139472527771789476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/1139472527771789476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/1139472527771789476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/2009/10/something-good-comes-out-of-everything.html' title=''/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11926572896961592941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_seUgBLxupDY/STNZYN2BVsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mOBFX62lFgI/S220/IMG_1728.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977338778979827573.post-5551342914737509280</id><published>2009-10-03T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T08:45:03.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Right now I wish I was alone on a beautiful Island, a cool breeze fanning my face,the waves like playful children racing each other and the quietness all around. This is a secret place I go to when nothing in my life makes sense anymore. I escape to my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Island &lt;/span&gt;where nothing bothers me anymore and no one can get to me. The quietness  drains me of my sadness, taking away the pain too. There I look up and see my Lord come to me. He quietly sits beside me and gently, I lay my head on his shoulder. His arm comes around me and the peace that no man can give, he gives, and it floods my soul. I feel the love all around me, and I am uplifted. He whispers softly" just close your eyes and rest, I am here. I will carry those heavy burdens for you, why I will even carry you"&lt;br /&gt;So I continue to lean on him and his love envelopes me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"COME TO ME, ALL YOU WHO LABOR AND ARE HEAVY-LADEN&lt;br /&gt;AND I WILL CAUSE YOU TO REST"&lt;br /&gt;matthew 11:28.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977338778979827573-5551342914737509280?l=momschickensoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/feeds/5551342914737509280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977338778979827573&amp;postID=5551342914737509280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/5551342914737509280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/5551342914737509280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/2009/10/right-now-i-wish-i-was-alone-on.html' title=''/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11926572896961592941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_seUgBLxupDY/STNZYN2BVsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mOBFX62lFgI/S220/IMG_1728.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977338778979827573.post-1242783090029173182</id><published>2009-09-20T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T06:11:40.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;LIVE A LIFE OF PERMANENT PURPOSE&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Its so difficult to do, but when you can ,you are a winner. Life is full of obstacles and you never know whats around the bend, but do not give up. I have a God that will not let me give up.We have such an awesome god who gives us a permanent purpose. I have been betrayed in the worst possible way. Had a knife trust through my heart from someone I loved, but then the Lord was there to heal me. He wraps his arms around me and tells me everyday how much he loves me and I do have a purpose for my life.  My hurt is healing and my hate is gone. I am filled with forgiveness, because God made that possible for me.Now I am filled with his love and the love of those around me. His peace is upon me and I am so blessed. He has a plan and purpose for my life. When I think of my pain, I think of his, dying on the cross for me, when I think I am worthless and not much good, he tells me I am wonderfully made in his image. When I feel I cannot take anymore, he carries me and gives me rest. And when I am ill, he touches me and heals me. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;MY GOD IS AN AWESOME GOD!&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977338778979827573-1242783090029173182?l=momschickensoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/feeds/1242783090029173182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977338778979827573&amp;postID=1242783090029173182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/1242783090029173182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/1242783090029173182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/2009/09/live-life-of-permanent-purpose-its-so.html' title=''/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11926572896961592941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_seUgBLxupDY/STNZYN2BVsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mOBFX62lFgI/S220/IMG_1728.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977338778979827573.post-6496842817985047555</id><published>2009-08-06T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T21:28:51.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nothing is forever, only the Lord and his love for us. I must make this decision to start my life anew. This is hard because it means letting go of so many things that I hold dear. The pain and hurt is more than I can handle and I need to get out of this for good. What shall I do Lord? We never know whats ahead and the fear of the unknown is great before me. But I know I do not walk alone.I am blessed with a great family who rally around me, and their love and prayers carry me through this. I still worry for you and wonder what will become of your life. Do you not see this? Do you not understand what you are about to loose? But I must detach myself from you, only than can I live and grow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977338778979827573-6496842817985047555?l=momschickensoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/feeds/6496842817985047555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977338778979827573&amp;postID=6496842817985047555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/6496842817985047555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/6496842817985047555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/2009/08/nothing-is-forever-only-lord-and-his.html' title=''/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11926572896961592941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_seUgBLxupDY/STNZYN2BVsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mOBFX62lFgI/S220/IMG_1728.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977338778979827573.post-6400881658980254719</id><published>2009-07-27T05:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T05:22:33.514-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='n'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Every morning is a gift; the gift of a new day. Appreciate and be grateful for each new day and make the best of each day. You never know, it may be your last. Life can change in an instant, and nothing is a sure thing. Everything you have can be taken away in an instant. So start your day right. Bring the  Lord into your day, release this day to him and ask him what you can do for someone else to day. When you stop thinking that life is all both you, you will start living.&lt;br /&gt;There are times when I wish I could just stay in bed all day and maybe never ever wake up again but than I realise how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bl est&lt;/span&gt; I am to be able to wake to new day. No matter what I  may be challenged with that day, I know the Lord's strength is my strength. I am so loved, I am so protected and I am so blest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977338778979827573-6400881658980254719?l=momschickensoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/feeds/6400881658980254719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977338778979827573&amp;postID=6400881658980254719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/6400881658980254719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/6400881658980254719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/2009/07/every-morning-is-gift-gift-of-new-day.html' title=''/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11926572896961592941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_seUgBLxupDY/STNZYN2BVsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mOBFX62lFgI/S220/IMG_1728.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977338778979827573.post-5645758292166079681</id><published>2009-07-19T02:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T02:24:30.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A storm has broken and its harsh and strong. Winds scream all around me, shaking me to its very core. Its relentless, its harsh and I wonder, will I weather this storm? The storms of life come when we least expect it, unfurling its full anger and destructiveness at us. This can a harsh cruel world. Things you thought were good and true, turn out to be evil and cruel. You think you know someone well, you've spent so many years together and there is a darkside that you never knew at all. But no matter what storms ride,we know that we are not alone. My Heavenly Father is there with me,and I am hiding under the shadow of his wings until this storm has passed. I am strong, for his strength is my strength and when it gets to hard for me to walk and Istumble, He will carry me. He is the one person I can trust.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977338778979827573-5645758292166079681?l=momschickensoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/feeds/5645758292166079681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977338778979827573&amp;postID=5645758292166079681' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/5645758292166079681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/5645758292166079681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/2009/07/storm-has-broken-and-its-harsh-and.html' title=''/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11926572896961592941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_seUgBLxupDY/STNZYN2BVsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mOBFX62lFgI/S220/IMG_1728.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977338778979827573.post-12719278808630481</id><published>2009-07-05T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T06:49:14.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just read a beautiful sharing by my brother. Tomorrow is promised to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;no one&lt;/span&gt; and we really do not have a control over Life. Something can happen , and in an instant our lives can change forever. That is so true and I think even frightening at times. But if you have faith in the Lord, you know that whatever life brings, he will equip you to handle it. This is why we do not fear, because we trust him with our lives. This is the big difference.&lt;br /&gt;I have started working now and to be honest, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know if I love it or hate it. Its just something I need to do. I have to keep busy or I know what will take over. Wish I had someone to just hold me and tell me it will all be alright. But then again I am not alone. I do have someone who listens and hears every word I say. He loves me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;unconditionally&lt;/span&gt; and even when I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; tell him I need him, he knows and I feel his comfort and peace around me. There is always a new day tomorrow, a new beginning and we must embrace it as such, or else we would not be able to go on. Let the joy of the Lord fill our hearts with his love and peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977338778979827573-12719278808630481?l=momschickensoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/feeds/12719278808630481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977338778979827573&amp;postID=12719278808630481' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/12719278808630481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/12719278808630481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-just-read-beautiful-sharing-by-my.html' title=''/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11926572896961592941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_seUgBLxupDY/STNZYN2BVsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mOBFX62lFgI/S220/IMG_1728.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977338778979827573.post-1375690226126165443</id><published>2009-06-18T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T19:16:03.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;WE ARE SO BLESSED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;We grumble about so many things in our life. We are dissatisfied, feel we should have been dealt better in life and the list just goes on and on.This morning as I sit at my window, I see the beauty of the morning rising up to meet my day. The sun is up already shinning through the big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; tree out front. I hear this little bird chirping away. My little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Japanese&lt;/span&gt; roses are beginning to open up to the sunlight that bathes my whole balcony. You know I have never bothered to stop to really see this and now I sit back and drink this beauty in. It is a quiet peaceful moment, just me and the day ahead. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know what today will bring, but I am ready to face this day with joy in my heart. I feel so grateful I can see and hear and feel this morning. I stick my hand out through the window and feel the warmth of the sun on my skin and I feel so so good today. I am so blessed, so richly blessed. So what if my back hurts and my knees are stiff and if I have to use my glasses to see: I am still so richly blessed. I think of those in war torn countries, those who are too sick to get up from their beds, who just want to close their eyes and die because the pain is too much. The little children who are so hungry,who are alone and lost. What have I  to grumble about then?  We need to rise up above &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;yourselves&lt;/span&gt; and give back what the Lord has given us. Share our joy and love and give more of yourselves. Only then can we be truly blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977338778979827573-1375690226126165443?l=momschickensoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/feeds/1375690226126165443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977338778979827573&amp;postID=1375690226126165443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/1375690226126165443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/1375690226126165443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/2009/06/we-are-so-blessed-we-grumble-about-so.html' title=''/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11926572896961592941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_seUgBLxupDY/STNZYN2BVsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mOBFX62lFgI/S220/IMG_1728.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977338778979827573.post-7200739299558993037</id><published>2009-05-26T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T20:16:01.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For the past few weeks I have watched my friend, sink into despair and suffering. She is constantly in pain, being sick, and worse of all being treated badly by a man who promised to love and care for her. She has suffered abuse, both verbal and physical, humiliation, depression and the list just goes on and on. Friends say to me why does she not leave him? I was amazed that she still loved him. He has no respect for her at all. Everyday in her household its a day of uncertainty and worry. What will he do tonight when he comes back drunk?No human being should b treated in that way.So why does she continue to live with him? Is it fear, a feeling that we cannot survive without him. Is that what she thinks life is all about and cannot expect anything else?She is a beautiful person who deserves so much more.She was strong but her illness has got her down. Why cant this useless man see the goodness in her. For that matter other men too, who do this to their wives?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my dear dear friend,&lt;br /&gt;Be strong, you have a deep inner strength that you know exist deep within you,&lt;br /&gt;draw on this strength now,&lt;br /&gt;Never give another human being the right to take away your self worth.&lt;br /&gt;Love yourself and know that you are worth fighting for.&lt;br /&gt;God loves you so much and even though you do not know him, he knows you.&lt;br /&gt;You have a right to be happy. Look for happiness elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;Believe in yourself and know I believe in you.&lt;br /&gt;I know you will rise out of this a stronger women, undefeated.&lt;br /&gt;As you lie  in that hospital bed, let the peace of god come upon you and give you rest, so your healing will begin right now. Rest in God's bosom and let him hold you close to his heart.&lt;br /&gt;I am always here for you and I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977338778979827573-7200739299558993037?l=momschickensoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/feeds/7200739299558993037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977338778979827573&amp;postID=7200739299558993037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/7200739299558993037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/7200739299558993037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/2009/05/for-past-few-weeks-i-have-watched-my.html' title=''/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11926572896961592941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_seUgBLxupDY/STNZYN2BVsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mOBFX62lFgI/S220/IMG_1728.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977338778979827573.post-8291894993268905523</id><published>2009-05-07T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T22:31:11.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;MOTHER'S DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;You have to be a mother to know what it feels like and sure its not a bed of roses all the time, and yea sure you'd feeling like killing them sometimes but there is no other job, no other role in this life than being a MOTHER.&lt;br /&gt;I remember when I heard I was pregnant for the first time. I immediately felt different. I felt as if I was the only person in the world to get pregnant. I felt so elated and at times so worried. Would I be a good mum? Would I know how to teach them the way of life.I had so many dreams for this baby, what I wanted him to be; what kind of mother I would be. Then on the 04July 1980, I held my son for the first time in my arms and wow!nothing prepared me for what I felt. This little life came from me, I had to protect him and love him at all cost. He curled his little fingers around my thumb and in that instant we bonded. He knew I was his mum.&lt;br /&gt;He was a whole learning experience for me, but I lived with my parents then and they were such a big help. Being in my family home with my brothers and their wives all under one roof, my son became their son too. Eager hands were always around to carry him and comfort him when I was not around.&lt;br /&gt;Then in 1983, I gave birth to a beautiful baby girl. I looked at her and could not believe she was mine. When I first held her, I felt so awed that this little bit of a thing was mine. She looked up at me with her grey eyes and in that instant  I knew I could never stop loving her and would give my life for her anytime. I dreamed of all the cute dresses she would wear and how I do her hair.But she had a head full of  curls that  had a will of their own. There was no taming them into a pony tail with little clips.I used to love to watch my two children sleep. That was the best time for me. I would go lie down with them before they slept and pray with them and those were special bonding times for me.&lt;br /&gt;Seven years later, god decided to bless me again with a beautiful baby girl. She was my Christmas baby and my miracle baby. She had some complications, but god had other plans for her. When I got pregnant with her I was 38 and I felt too old. But when she came out kicking and screaming, I knew this one was impatient to begin her life. She was a beautiful,chubby baby, so full of life.If she was hungry or wanted something, she'd let you know in no uncertain terms. I loved to watch her run around, her curls would literally bounce on her head. Oh! she was beautiful and so full of life.Th only time you would find her quiet was when she slept. Such an angel she looked then.She was special because even at such a young age, there was this closeness with Jesus. I was amazed sometimes at the things she said and the dreams she had even at such a young age.&lt;br /&gt;All my kids are different in so many ways, but I could not have hoped for better children. I wished I could have kept them with me all the time and it was the hardest thing to let them go. But I have handed them over to their heavenly father as its his turn now to have his way with them. I have not been a perfect mom and I know there were times I would have let them down and even hurt them. But they know I am sorry and that I love them so much. They are my joy and there is never a day when I do not pray for them. I pray they make the right choices in the lives, trust God for he knows the plans he has for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;TO MY CHILDREN.&lt;br /&gt;May the Lord bless you always&lt;br /&gt;May god give you the desires of your heart&lt;br /&gt;May he make all your plans succeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have grown up to be good and kind  caring people.You are responsible adults and have never given me reason to worry and doubt you. You have brought me nothing but happiness and have made my life on earth a good one. It has been my honour to be your mother. I have brought you up the best I knew how and sometimes I would have failed you, so please forgive me for that. Remember we had this thing where I would ask you what you did not like about me and you kids would open your hearts out. You taught me so much too. Now you all have your own lives and I am happy hat you have chosen well,who you want to spend the rest of your lives with.I want you to be happy. I am so proud of you three. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977338778979827573-8291894993268905523?l=momschickensoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/feeds/8291894993268905523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977338778979827573&amp;postID=8291894993268905523' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/8291894993268905523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/8291894993268905523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/2009/05/mothers-day-you-have-to-be-mother-to.html' title=''/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11926572896961592941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_seUgBLxupDY/STNZYN2BVsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mOBFX62lFgI/S220/IMG_1728.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977338778979827573.post-6462045537144375576</id><published>2009-04-27T01:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T01:34:22.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My wise daughter commented that we have to look beyond the imperfections and not that when we are happy, everything is perfect. She is right. We are all imperfect creatures struggling in this imperfect world of ours. But the secret is to never give up trying and except that we will never be perfect, but we make the best of what we have and what we are. I wake up in the morning and I make a choice to get up and get going and sometimes I struggle but I have a strong willpower. Every morning, I feel I have turned a new page in my diary and its a blank page. So its up to me how my day goes. Yea sure unexpected things and circumstances come up but its how we handle it that counts. We can either give in, feel sorry for ourselves or  do something to change those circumstances. ITS WHAT YOU THINK THAT REALLY MATTERS. WHAT YOU THINK OF YOURSELF THAT REALLY MAKES A DIFFERENCE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977338778979827573-6462045537144375576?l=momschickensoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/feeds/6462045537144375576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977338778979827573&amp;postID=6462045537144375576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/6462045537144375576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/6462045537144375576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-wise-daughter-commented-that-we-have.html' title=''/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11926572896961592941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_seUgBLxupDY/STNZYN2BVsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mOBFX62lFgI/S220/IMG_1728.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977338778979827573.post-2795505973395948118</id><published>2009-04-22T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T19:04:01.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When we wake in the morning we have two  simple choices:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Go back to sleep and dream&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;wake up and chase your  those dreams&lt;br /&gt;the choice is yours!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So wake up this morning with a song in your heart. Make the choice to be happy and glad to be a live. Spend every waking moment today wisely and appreciate each moment as a golden opportunity. Appreciate the love you have in your lives. Treasure them because that love can be taken from you at any moment. In an instant our lives can change forever, so seize the day and live it as best as you can. When you give in to someone you love, it does not mean you are weak.But that you just think that what you are fighting about is not worth being angry or making someone you love hurt.Love today as you have never loved before. Who knows what tomorrow will bring? When its gone tomorrow do not let it get you down but remember all the good memories you have saved over the years. Draw   on them and use them to make you smile and your heart light. Remember that nothing last, so treasure each moment of what you have and do not waste your time fighting and being angry with each other. If you have lost love already, do not be sad and think its the end. There is always tomorrow to find a new kind of love. Learn to love yourself  first. You are wonderfully made in your master's image. You are a new creation today, you are born again every morning.The Lord only has good plans for you, so believe in yourself  first. Walk into this day with joy in your hearts,expecting God's best for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977338778979827573-2795505973395948118?l=momschickensoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/feeds/2795505973395948118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977338778979827573&amp;postID=2795505973395948118' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/2795505973395948118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/2795505973395948118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/2009/04/when-we-wake-in-morning-we-have-two.html' title=''/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11926572896961592941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_seUgBLxupDY/STNZYN2BVsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mOBFX62lFgI/S220/IMG_1728.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977338778979827573.post-3914139248886007383</id><published>2009-04-20T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T20:39:20.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Recently I have began to feel down or rather let myself feel down and sorry for myself. Today I saw on Oprah a whole family addicted to Heroin. The Parents,  and their two sons.They have lost everything, have no hope but desperately long to get out of this. Hopefully Oprah was able to help them. When we think we have so much of shit to handle, all you need to do is just think of the other person whose situation is so much worse than yours.I am so thankful to the Lord because he has blessed me so much. I have  three beautiful children, who thrive to do their best and yet hold on to their values and principles. I have a beautiful home and so much people who love and care for me. Everyday when I can walk and see and hear and do things for myself, I am so blessed. So I am going to be thankful and give back the blessing I have received. I want to make a difference in peoples life today. Jesus is my answer, Jesus is my all. What would I do without you Lord? My strength has been renewed today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977338778979827573-3914139248886007383?l=momschickensoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/feeds/3914139248886007383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977338778979827573&amp;postID=3914139248886007383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/3914139248886007383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/3914139248886007383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/2009/04/recently-i-have-began-to-feel-down-or.html' title=''/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11926572896961592941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_seUgBLxupDY/STNZYN2BVsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mOBFX62lFgI/S220/IMG_1728.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977338778979827573.post-7438600223590228667</id><published>2009-04-19T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T20:34:41.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday I took a friend to see her son in prison. He is being charged with kidnapping. Her older son is in another prison being charged with possession of a dangerous drug. As I went into the prison, I saw many young man there, some barely in their teens. They looked lost and frightened and my heart just went out to them. Somewhere out there a mother worries and cries silent tears for her son,locked up somewhere. My friend's son is just 19 years old, I have known him since he was five or six. His mother looked so broken and so fragile after her visit. She was with me but yet her heart and spirit was with her son, in that cell which he had to share with ten other people. I have a son and I don't know how I would be if this had happened to him. No matter if our sons become rapist or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;terrorist&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;murderers&lt;/span&gt;, they are still out sons, and we cannot help but still love them. The bond between a mother and her kids are so strong, its one of the toughest strings to break.&lt;br /&gt;When I went home, I called my own children, just to hear their voice, assuring me that they were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;. I felt like telling them please come home and stay with me, I really do not want to let you go. That is a big horrible world out there and I need to protect you. I felt like taking a bus to K.L. just to see them, hear them call me mum.&lt;br /&gt;But I can only pray for them, and I know the Lord watches over them.&lt;br /&gt;To my children, I love you so much and my desire is for you to be happy. I may have failed you sometimes and I am so sorry. Be blessed my darlings&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977338778979827573-7438600223590228667?l=momschickensoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/feeds/7438600223590228667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977338778979827573&amp;postID=7438600223590228667' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/7438600223590228667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/7438600223590228667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/2009/04/yesterday-i-took-friend-to-see-her-son.html' title=''/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11926572896961592941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_seUgBLxupDY/STNZYN2BVsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mOBFX62lFgI/S220/IMG_1728.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977338778979827573.post-688833613640815330</id><published>2009-03-18T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T19:59:04.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes there is a quickening in my soul and fear grips my heart. Fear for the unknown? fear of the future? fear for my children?Its only a moment, a fleeting moment and then I rise up and remind myself that I am fearfully and wonderfully made in my Lord's image. He did not give me a spirit of fear, but power and love and a sound mind. Then I am fearless, nothing that I cannot handle because he is with me. This morning as I prayed, I felt his presence around me and I felt safe and so loved. With Jesus its all about being in a relationship with him. I am in a relationship with my Lord.  Sometimes I have felt so alone and then he quietly comes next to me and I know I am not alone. After 55 I have began to experience so many new emotions, new ideas,new strengths and even new weaknesses. Life everyday is a challenge and I have never felt so challenged before. Its the beginning of growing old and its all about being postive and trusting my lord for whats ahead. I know that there will be storms and peaceful days but I know I will not be alone, his strength will be my strength, his joy my joy and my fears and sadness his fears and sadness.What an awesome god we have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977338778979827573-688833613640815330?l=momschickensoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/feeds/688833613640815330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977338778979827573&amp;postID=688833613640815330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/688833613640815330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/688833613640815330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/2009/03/sometimes-there-is-quickening-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11926572896961592941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_seUgBLxupDY/STNZYN2BVsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mOBFX62lFgI/S220/IMG_1728.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977338778979827573.post-8413003334200820306</id><published>2009-03-06T18:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T18:39:42.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I READ THIS SOMEWHERE AND ITS SO PROFOUNDLY TRUE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM YOUR CONSTANT COMPANION&lt;br /&gt;I AM YOUR GREATEST ASSETS OR HEAVIEST BURDEN&lt;br /&gt;I WILL PUSH YOU UP TO SUCCESS&lt;br /&gt;OR DOWN TO DISAPPOINTMENT&lt;br /&gt;I AM AT YOUR COMMAND&lt;br /&gt;HALF THE THINGS YOU DO MIGHT JUST&lt;br /&gt;AS WELL BE TURNED OVER TO ME&lt;br /&gt;FOR I CAN DO THEM QUICKLY&lt;br /&gt;CORRECTLY AND PROFITABLY&lt;br /&gt;I AM EASILY MANAGED, JUST BE FIRM WITH ME&lt;br /&gt;THOSE YOU ARE GREAT, I HAVE MADE GREAT&lt;br /&gt;THOSE YOU ARE FAILURES, I HAVE MADE FAILURES&lt;br /&gt;I AM NOT A MACHINE, THOUGH&lt;br /&gt;I WORK WITH THE PRECISION&lt;br /&gt;OF A MACHINE AND&lt;br /&gt;THE INTELLIGENCE OF A PERSON&lt;br /&gt;YOU CAN RUN ME FOR PROFIT&lt;br /&gt;OR YOU CAN RUN ME FOR RUIN&lt;br /&gt;SHOW ME HOW YOU WANT IT DONE&lt;br /&gt;EDUCATE ME, TRAIN ME, LEAD ME, REWARD ME&lt;br /&gt;AND I WILL THEN DO IT AUTOMATICALLY&lt;br /&gt;I AM YOUR SERVANT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;WHO AM I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I AM HABIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977338778979827573-8413003334200820306?l=momschickensoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/feeds/8413003334200820306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977338778979827573&amp;postID=8413003334200820306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/8413003334200820306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/8413003334200820306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-read-this-somewhere-and-its-so.html' title=''/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11926572896961592941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_seUgBLxupDY/STNZYN2BVsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mOBFX62lFgI/S220/IMG_1728.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977338778979827573.post-2912895723377045344</id><published>2009-02-22T04:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T04:44:47.181-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My day are eerie calm. On the surface things seem ok but there is that underlying feeling of fear and dreaded anticipation. I feel I must prepare, get strength and get ready. For what? I really do not know. I fear for you. You must want to die so badly. You chase after death. You do everything you can to make it happen. Sometimes I am helpless and do not know what I can do for you. I hope I will be strong enough. You have a darkness deep deep inside your soul. Its beginning to show now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977338778979827573-2912895723377045344?l=momschickensoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/feeds/2912895723377045344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977338778979827573&amp;postID=2912895723377045344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/2912895723377045344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/2912895723377045344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-day-are-eerie-calm.html' title=''/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11926572896961592941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_seUgBLxupDY/STNZYN2BVsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mOBFX62lFgI/S220/IMG_1728.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977338778979827573.post-7509360836552146157</id><published>2009-01-15T01:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T01:26:08.011-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its fourteen days into the new year. I feel a sense of peace all around me. Even when I am feeling sad that peace just takes over. I am as happy as I want to be. Like everything else in our lives happiness is a choice. I have learned never to expect too much from anyone. Take only what they want to give. When you do not put expectations on someone than they cannot disappoint you. I have learn to give without expecting anything in return. There is so much to learn about ourselves and everyday I find something in me that I never knew I had. An inner strength, an emotion I thought I was not capable of feeling, a hidden depth that I had buried so deep inside. I find life now is a journey for me, a road to discovery. Its like there is a whole new me that I did not know. As I go on this journey, I know he walks with me. I have heard him speak to me quietly when I came to the crossroads and did not know which road to take. I went to visit a sick relative recently who was in a coma, and when I saw her lying there, I said to him "please do not ever let this happen to me. But he said to me "why not you" Can it happen to someone  else  as long as its not me? Well whichever way I trust you Lord and let your will be done not mine. He will love me and take care of me the way he sees best for me and I TRUST HIM.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977338778979827573-7509360836552146157?l=momschickensoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/feeds/7509360836552146157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977338778979827573&amp;postID=7509360836552146157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/7509360836552146157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/7509360836552146157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-fourteen-days-into-new-year.html' title=''/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11926572896961592941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_seUgBLxupDY/STNZYN2BVsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mOBFX62lFgI/S220/IMG_1728.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977338778979827573.post-9032510216301056720</id><published>2009-01-02T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T00:17:46.127-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The dawn  of a new year!  a new beginning. This year I made no resolutions. I never kept any I made the previous year anyway . This year I asked the Lord to take me to the next level of intimacy with him. I really want to know this GOD I love and serve. I want to hear him as he walks by me, feeling the swishing of his robes as he passes. Feel his awesome presence when I come into his throne room to spend time with him. I also want to know the Holy Spirit more intimately. Hear him whisper to me  when  I am struggling to make  choices. Prompting me when I am unsure  and comforting me when I have made the wrong choice as I will do invariably.&lt;br /&gt;I went to GROW service on 31st and it was awesome. Pastor anointed us and prayed for each individually. I felt so at peace. Before this I was worried about so many things but during the service, I felt all my burdens just lifted up. My sadness just fell away. I have so much to be thankful for. Had a great family Christmas with the kids and I enjoyed every minute of the time we spent together. I was struggling with certain issues but you know just being with them made all things hopeful and good. Made me want to go on enjoying my life, living my life each day to the best of my ability.&lt;br /&gt;You hurt me more than you will ever know. You stamped all over my heart and that was not enough, in the end you ripped it out. 30 years of what? 30 years too late. Well  I  kept every promise I made and I will  always be there for you in good times and bad, in sickness  and in health, but don't ask more than that. I  have nothing else to give you. I am at peace. You did not give me that peace, but my father saw my heartaches and tears and  he  showed me his love, and that brought peace.&lt;br /&gt;He is an awesome GOD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977338778979827573-9032510216301056720?l=momschickensoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/feeds/9032510216301056720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977338778979827573&amp;postID=9032510216301056720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/9032510216301056720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/9032510216301056720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/2009/01/dawn-of-new-year-new-beginning.html' title=''/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11926572896961592941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_seUgBLxupDY/STNZYN2BVsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mOBFX62lFgI/S220/IMG_1728.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977338778979827573.post-3273787233032061488</id><published>2008-12-13T07:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T07:44:50.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have you ever found yourself in a crowded room and yet felt  all alone?You are so far removed from your surroundings and then you go to that deep deep place in your heart where only you can go. You feel safe here cause no one else can come. Its quiet around you, in that secret place, and there you think of why you had to come here. A promise of love gone, an intimacy broken, shattered dreams and you try to make sense of it all. You want to give up and never leave this place, but you know you cannot give in. You must go back for there is still unfinished business you have to take care of: three important reasons why you must move on and live. So live while you can and love while you can. One love is gone but three more await you, needing all the love you can give. They are your reason to live and love now. Don't let that go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977338778979827573-3273787233032061488?l=momschickensoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/feeds/3273787233032061488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977338778979827573&amp;postID=3273787233032061488' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/3273787233032061488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/3273787233032061488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/2008/12/have-you-ever-found-yourself-in-crowded.html' title=''/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11926572896961592941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_seUgBLxupDY/STNZYN2BVsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mOBFX62lFgI/S220/IMG_1728.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977338778979827573.post-2261577317508379264</id><published>2008-11-30T19:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T19:44:50.211-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>People are always blaming their circumstances for what they are. I don't believe in circumstances.The people who get on in this world are the people who get up and look for the circumstances they want, and if they can't find them, they make them.&lt;br /&gt;Conversely, the person who has no goals, who does not know where he is going and whose thoughts must therefore be thoughts of confusion, anxiety and worry, his life become frustrated. If he thinks he is nothing-he becomes nothing.&lt;br /&gt;THE HUMAN MIND DOES NOT CARE WHAT WE PLANT.....SUCCESS  OR FAILURE.....A CONCRETE WORTHWHILE GOAL...OR CONFUSION, MISUNDERSTANDING  OR FEAR,ANXIETY AND SO ON. BUT WHAT WE PLANT, IT MUST RETURN TO US. WHAT YOU SOW IS WHAT YOU REAP.&lt;br /&gt;I read this in a website called SIMPLE TRUTHS. How very true and profound this words are. Even in times like this, when so much suffering , pain and terror is going on, when the whole world seems like its falling apart, when nothing seems to make sense anymore, we never give up believing in ourselves and our ability to survive and strive to do so much more. We never give in to hate and worry but we turn to LOVE instead. Love sees us through all our pain, our fears.&lt;br /&gt;It was so sad what happened in Mumbai. Where young men with so much to live for, could coldheartedly murder innocent people who never did anything to them. But as the Jewish Rabbi said on CNN, we fight this with love not hate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977338778979827573-2261577317508379264?l=momschickensoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/feeds/2261577317508379264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977338778979827573&amp;postID=2261577317508379264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/2261577317508379264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/2261577317508379264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/2008/11/people-are-always-blaming-their.html' title=''/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11926572896961592941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_seUgBLxupDY/STNZYN2BVsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mOBFX62lFgI/S220/IMG_1728.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977338778979827573.post-411155115022423466</id><published>2008-11-12T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T19:54:30.848-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;THANKSGIVING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give thanks for family and friends. For life's gifts and simple pleasures. Give thanks for this years' challengers and opportunities. Give thanks for all the stuff relationships are made of.&lt;br /&gt;For this years' harvest and bounty. We give thanks for the love we've shared, the love that we hope to share.Be steadfast in love and acceptance.Only the low emotions you hold on to, keep you from reaping your harvest of success, happiness, abundance and joy.&lt;br /&gt;Praise and thanksgiving opens the gates for bounty. As you manage fear and choose love, the shelter of the spirit sweet, sweet embrace will enfold your love ones, providing protection and provisions on life's journey. See only that good manifest for those you love.&lt;br /&gt;GIVING THANKS RESTORES,&lt;br /&gt;REBUILDS,&lt;br /&gt;RENEWS,&lt;br /&gt;So that we may go forward to do even greater things still. Move mountains, make peace.&lt;br /&gt;May there be peace within your families and the whole world. We pray from PSLAM122 that there maybe peace within our walls and prosperity within our palaces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I read this on a website called&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;MAKEA DIFFERENCE. Do check this website out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977338778979827573-411155115022423466?l=momschickensoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/feeds/411155115022423466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977338778979827573&amp;postID=411155115022423466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/411155115022423466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/411155115022423466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanksgiving-give-thanks-for-family-and.html' title=''/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11926572896961592941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_seUgBLxupDY/STNZYN2BVsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mOBFX62lFgI/S220/IMG_1728.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977338778979827573.post-8057508104996695774</id><published>2008-10-28T02:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T02:52:04.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In the race to be better and best,&lt;br /&gt;we sometimes loose sight of just being;&lt;br /&gt;The best portion of a good man's life,&lt;br /&gt;his little nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and love.&lt;br /&gt;May it be said&lt;br /&gt;when the sun sets on my life,&lt;br /&gt;many of my dreams came true&lt;br /&gt;and I made a difference in the lives of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These words stuck in my mind. Even at this time of my life I am learning. I have started over again and have tried to put the past behind me. Don't want to look back anymore but ahead. Ahead may not be all I want it to be but you have to settle for what you can get. No one can make you happy but you yourself. Don't give some else  the power to make you sad or happy, that power belongs to you and you alone. When you come to my age, just waking up to a new day, opening your eyes to all that is dear and familiar and able to take that first step out of bed makes the day ahead full of promise. Things can change during the day but we gain strength in the morning when we seek the Lord and we then know whatever the day brings he walks with us throughout the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977338778979827573-8057508104996695774?l=momschickensoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/feeds/8057508104996695774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977338778979827573&amp;postID=8057508104996695774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/8057508104996695774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/8057508104996695774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/2008/10/in-race-to-be-better-and-best-we.html' title=''/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11926572896961592941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_seUgBLxupDY/STNZYN2BVsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mOBFX62lFgI/S220/IMG_1728.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977338778979827573.post-895866407476670942</id><published>2008-09-22T04:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T05:09:03.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I sit here silently crying, my tears just flowing.After I confronted you and saw the guilt on your face, my heart just shattered. Why? I knew it already but yet it still hurt. Did you know how much I loved you? I feel defiled and dirty. But I cannot hate you. You gave me three precious gifts and I have treasured them, and nurtured them and now am learning to let them grow on their own. I will always love you for that. You know when I was young, someone once told me that I would be unlucky in love. But that's not true and I have love all around me, just not your love. Did you ever love me? or was it what I represented? Guess I will never know.  It happened so many times, and I began to accept that every man has his weakness. But that not right. I have that right to expect full and unconditional love from my you. I want you to care for me, to worry about me and look after me. To look at me, just me with love in your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts race through my mind, and I feel Like its all so overwhelming. Can I survive this? Inside I feel weak and sick. But I know I am made of stronger stuff  than this and I will survive. I survived terrible things in the past and grew stronger because of it so I know I WILL SURVIVE.&lt;br /&gt;I forgive you, but I just dont know if I can live with you anymore. I honestly dont know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977338778979827573-895866407476670942?l=momschickensoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/feeds/895866407476670942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977338778979827573&amp;postID=895866407476670942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/895866407476670942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/895866407476670942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-sit-here-silently-crying-my-tears.html' title=''/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11926572896961592941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_seUgBLxupDY/STNZYN2BVsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mOBFX62lFgI/S220/IMG_1728.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977338778979827573.post-7058236876579198055</id><published>2008-09-18T02:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T02:24:24.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Marriage is something pure and beautiful.It makes two as one and its such a deep intimate thing.How can some people take it so lightly and defile it. Its two heart coming together, joining two bodies as one. We let you into our bodies, our minds our thoughts and dreams.We let you into the deep recesses of our life where sometimes we fear to go alone. Now a fragile string holds our hearts together. It can break anytime and when it does our hearts go crashing down, broken into a million pieces. Well god is there to pick up those pieces and he painstakingly joins them together. Lovingly he holds the pieces in his hand and pieces our hearts back. Sometimes he will join that broken string that binds two hearts but then again, he sees so far ahead and knows that cannot be. We trust in him because he knows our hearts. He see our pain and catches every tear that falls. He makes you want to go on because only his love is unselfish and only he can bring that peace and happiness you crave for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977338778979827573-7058236876579198055?l=momschickensoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/feeds/7058236876579198055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977338778979827573&amp;postID=7058236876579198055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/7058236876579198055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/7058236876579198055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/2008/09/marriage-is-something-pure-and.html' title=''/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11926572896961592941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_seUgBLxupDY/STNZYN2BVsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mOBFX62lFgI/S220/IMG_1728.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977338778979827573.post-6752386388446767627</id><published>2008-09-03T05:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T05:34:12.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FOR THE  SOUL</title><content type='html'>Lord when my soul is weary&lt;br /&gt;And my heart is tired and sore&lt;br /&gt;And I have that failing feeling&lt;br /&gt;That I cannot take anymore&lt;br /&gt;Then let me know the refreshing&lt;br /&gt;found in simple childlike prayer&lt;br /&gt;When the kneeling soul knows surely&lt;br /&gt;That a listening Lord is there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lonely&lt;/span&gt; ours have become for me&lt;br /&gt;Very  precious  hours indeed&lt;br /&gt;Because in reality&lt;br /&gt;I found I was not alone&lt;br /&gt;Jesus gently reminded me&lt;br /&gt;That I was his own&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977338778979827573-6752386388446767627?l=momschickensoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/feeds/6752386388446767627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977338778979827573&amp;postID=6752386388446767627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/6752386388446767627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/6752386388446767627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/2008/09/for-soul.html' title='FOR THE  SOUL'/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11926572896961592941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_seUgBLxupDY/STNZYN2BVsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mOBFX62lFgI/S220/IMG_1728.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977338778979827573.post-3806870750669423885</id><published>2008-09-03T05:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T05:26:43.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CHILDREN</title><content type='html'>Read this somewhere and its so true.May it have some meaning for you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Your children are not your children&lt;br /&gt;They are sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.&lt;br /&gt;They come through you but not from you,&lt;br /&gt;And though they are with you, yet they do not belong to you.&lt;br /&gt;You may give them your love but not your thoughts,&lt;br /&gt;For they have their own thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;You may house their bodies but not their souls,&lt;br /&gt;For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;Which you can not visit, not even in your dreams.&lt;br /&gt;You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.&lt;br /&gt;For life goes not backwards, nor tarries with yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.&lt;br /&gt;The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, and he bends&lt;br /&gt;you with his might that his arrows may go swift and far.&lt;br /&gt;Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness,&lt;br /&gt;for even as he loves the arrows which flies,&lt;br /&gt;So he loves also the bow which is stable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977338778979827573-3806870750669423885?l=momschickensoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/feeds/3806870750669423885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977338778979827573&amp;postID=3806870750669423885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/3806870750669423885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/3806870750669423885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/2008/09/children.html' title='CHILDREN'/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11926572896961592941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_seUgBLxupDY/STNZYN2BVsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mOBFX62lFgI/S220/IMG_1728.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977338778979827573.post-2353521208264468680</id><published>2008-08-31T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T05:28:32.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I sit here feeling this pain in my heart. How many more times will this happen.? You think its all over but it is not. You swore you would not allow him to hurt you again but you did. You are such a fool! will you never learn! Why are ask myself? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Every time&lt;/span&gt; it happens I feel like its my fault. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;guilt&lt;/span&gt; is so heavy on me. But then he is an expert in making me feel this way.Stupid stupid me to allow it to get to me. I said I would not care. I have my life and he has his. My defence is always up but then he knows he is about to do something wrong and he is all sweet and sugary and bang! you let your defences down. When will you learn?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977338778979827573-2353521208264468680?l=momschickensoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/feeds/2353521208264468680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977338778979827573&amp;postID=2353521208264468680' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/2353521208264468680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/2353521208264468680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-sit-here-feeling-this-pain-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11926572896961592941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_seUgBLxupDY/STNZYN2BVsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mOBFX62lFgI/S220/IMG_1728.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977338778979827573.post-1560599047331182409</id><published>2008-08-12T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T19:48:10.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When you fill your heart with bitterness and hate it just eats you up.How did he get so eaten up with bitterness?&lt;br /&gt;. Is he bitter at himself and his own mistakes? The darkness gnaws at him slowly eating him up on the inside. Then on the outside he looks terrible. They did nothing to him but were always there to love and support him.He took their love and support when he needed it, then shut them out again.He hates himself. All those missed opportunities, all the chances he had to be somebody. He could have made it yet but he let his bitterness overcome him until it took over completely. There is deep heaviness inside me when I think of him for I love him. He is part of me and I lift him up daily to be set free. Another one hides behind his drink. What goes on in his mind? He is smart and knows what he is doing but he is weak. Disappointed in himself? The failure he has become. I see her pain sometimes but is she to blame? Could she have dome something? Sometimes I think he would welcome death because he knows he can't stop himself. The vast opportunities he had but screwed it up. What when wrong? What is buried so deep inside that has this hold on them? They were part of this family of love. Sure there were hard times and sad times, but there was so much love too. Lord you know and only you can help them&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977338778979827573-1560599047331182409?l=momschickensoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/feeds/1560599047331182409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977338778979827573&amp;postID=1560599047331182409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/1560599047331182409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/1560599047331182409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/2008/08/when-you-fill-your-heart-with.html' title=''/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11926572896961592941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_seUgBLxupDY/STNZYN2BVsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mOBFX62lFgI/S220/IMG_1728.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977338778979827573.post-7739948101766304092</id><published>2008-08-03T03:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T04:22:56.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To the loves of my life</title><content type='html'>Today 56 years ago the doctor told my distraught dad that he might lose his wife and the baby she was carrying was definitely going to die. You see I was a placenta previa  baby and in 1952 that was a major problem. But you know god had his own plans and what man cannot do god sure can. So I was born on Aug03 1952.It has been a long journey from 1952 to 2008. Alot of mistakes along the way, blessed with  family and really good family times. The road was sometimes easy and straight but often it would meander and get really rough. Sometimes it was lonely on that road but I only felt like that but I was not alone. I could not see him but I knew he was there, encouraging me never to give up, to just walk one more mile.Sometimes it was dark and I could not see where I was going. He held my hand and gently encouraged me again. Through all my difficult times, when I just wanted to give up, give in to the madness that was coming for me; I saw three faces looking at me, calling me, reaching out for me. They kept me sane, they made me strong, made me never give up but press on. So I was knocked down but not defeated and I got up time and again, stronger than before.&lt;br /&gt;So my darlings this is for you. Dont limit yourself, because there are none; only what you put on yourself. Never limit your view of life by any past experience. Far away up there are your aspirations. You may not reach them but you can look up and see their beauty, believe in them and follow where they may lead.Remember only as high as you reach can you grow. Only as far as you seek can you go.Only as deep as you look can you see and only as much as you dream can you be. There are many things in life that will catch your eye but very few that capture your heart. PURSE THOSE. In dreams and love there are no impossibilities. They future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of your dreams.Don't let fear stop you.&lt;br /&gt;So dream and throw your heart over the fence, the rest will follow.&lt;br /&gt;You are everything to me, when I thought there was no love, you showed me love. You made me believe and press on. I will always be here for you and love you. If I should go back home to the Lord, carry this legacy of love and pass it down to your children. If you think you have a bad deal in life, just look around you and see how blessed you really are. Put god first in your life and he will honour you and make all your plans succeed.&lt;br /&gt;Be Blessed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977338778979827573-7739948101766304092?l=momschickensoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/feeds/7739948101766304092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977338778979827573&amp;postID=7739948101766304092' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/7739948101766304092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/7739948101766304092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/2008/08/to-loves-of-my-life.html' title='To the loves of my life'/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11926572896961592941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_seUgBLxupDY/STNZYN2BVsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mOBFX62lFgI/S220/IMG_1728.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977338778979827573.post-5031458137452225695</id><published>2008-07-16T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T20:56:41.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its hard to grow old. You can see the signs of aging setting in and you cant stop it.No amount of creams and face lifts can slow it. Its not so bad getting old in the face and even the wrinkles I can accept but it the bad health that gets to me. My bones feel OLD. Every morning I wake up to pain in my joints, throughout the day I am in some kind of pain,sitting too long my back aches, doing housework my elbow and wrist hurt, cant bend my knees without some kind of pain and can't sleep at night because my back and neck hurts(too long in one position). But I am not giving in without a fight. I walk twice a day and I just love that. Still do all my own housework(ache or not) and in spite  of this I am happy to be alive. Its the Lord who sees me through each day.His grace that gets me through the day.I AM THE  RIGHTEOUS OF THE LORD THROUGH CHRIST JESUS . I claim that I am healed and made whole in Jesus Mighty Name. You have to have faith otherwise you have nothing.Life is full of ups and downs, but its Jesus who helps us through all that.I turn to him for everything.&lt;br /&gt;Shannon has to make some big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;decisions, and I pray god give him the wisdom to make the right choices for the right reasons. Lizze seems preocupied and distant sometimes. I pray god bring her peace in her work and also help her to find a really nice place for her to stay. Jess, I know is very homesick and missing me as much  as I am missing her.May the Lord bless her with good friends and let her be happy with what she is doing. Let her excel and do well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977338778979827573-5031458137452225695?l=momschickensoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/feeds/5031458137452225695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977338778979827573&amp;postID=5031458137452225695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/5031458137452225695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/5031458137452225695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-hard-to-grow-old.html' title=''/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11926572896961592941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_seUgBLxupDY/STNZYN2BVsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mOBFX62lFgI/S220/IMG_1728.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977338778979827573.post-5723851743129621513</id><published>2008-06-24T04:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T05:14:36.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Midlife&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;crisis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I feel restless and not in control of my life. I want, no I need to do something productive, exciting and challenging in my life. Otherwise I will feel old. I feel so alone, like I am not needed anymore. The kids have their own lives and rightly so, but even they don't need me. Am I feeling sorry for myself? Well maybe. No more of this nonsense. I still have alot of fight left in me yet and I don't give up easily. I know god has a plan and a purpose for my life. I believe that I can do anything I want to do because the Lord is with me. Right now I want to focus on praying for my children. They are the world to me and I know I need to pray for them. If I did not, I would worry about them all the time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977338778979827573-5723851743129621513?l=momschickensoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/feeds/5723851743129621513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977338778979827573&amp;postID=5723851743129621513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/5723851743129621513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/5723851743129621513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/2008/06/midlife-crisis-i-feel-restless-and-not.html' title=''/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11926572896961592941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_seUgBLxupDY/STNZYN2BVsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mOBFX62lFgI/S220/IMG_1728.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977338778979827573.post-9198552957387894373</id><published>2008-06-12T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T20:35:51.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am almost back to my old self. Can move around and even drive. I do feel a little dizzy sometimes but I know I am getting better everyday. I really miss the three kids and wish I could move to K.L. to live with them,all under one roof. Just like old times but sigh........ it wont happen. Its for the best too as I will try to interfere and tell them what to do and what not to do. Yeah I always think I know whats best for them. I like my life in BM too. My friends are there and I love being at home doing my own thing. Looking forward to visiting the kids soon. I want to do something but don't know what. Want to write a book, to draw a picture to be a missionary, to start a business of my own. Am praying for direction now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977338778979827573-9198552957387894373?l=momschickensoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/feeds/9198552957387894373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977338778979827573&amp;postID=9198552957387894373' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/9198552957387894373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/9198552957387894373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-am-almost-back-to-my-old-self.html' title=''/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11926572896961592941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_seUgBLxupDY/STNZYN2BVsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mOBFX62lFgI/S220/IMG_1728.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977338778979827573.post-6095107054686985218</id><published>2008-05-16T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T19:39:20.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My world came crashing down on the 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; May at 0530 in the morning. I had a Vertigo Attack, so bad I thought I was going to die. Ambulance rushed me to the hospital and my god I never felt so sick. Now I am suppose to take it easy, no rushing around, no travelling and no flying. Can you imagine that! Might as well cut off my legs Lord. No sorry I take that back. I have always been a doer, always feeling the need to control and run everything, including &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;everybodys&lt;/span&gt;' life as well. Its a wake up call for me.Yea you are no spring chicken. So now I am slowing down and I MEAN it. I felt sad to give the family such a scare. Its made me look at life differently, and to value each moment with my loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;Today Jess left home. My last baby gone to start a new life as a uni student. I could see she was excited and afraid of the unknown. I wanted to hold her and not let her go and yea of course I cried and cried(still crying........) Its hard to let go. You watch them from the time the came from your womb. Hovering over them, watching them, loving them with each day. Jess has surprised us all. I know she had a tough time in school and her early years were tough. But she survived and pushed through, refusing to give in. She is such a beautiful person both inside and out. She dared to dream and still has big dreams. We must have dreams and I told her not to allow anyone to take them away from her. I miss her already so much but I am happy for her. She need that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Independence&lt;/span&gt; from me. She needs to have more choices and make her own decisions, right or wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Thank god for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Shan&lt;/span&gt; and Mel there and I know the bond between them is strong and they will look out for each other. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know what I did to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;deserve&lt;/span&gt; these 3 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt; kids, and I thank god for them everyday.&lt;br /&gt;Now its time for me and the "old Man" to spend time together. We have done our best for the kids and now its our time.&lt;br /&gt;Quiet rooms and empty hallways and I will miss the "ma Ma where are you....................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977338778979827573-6095107054686985218?l=momschickensoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/feeds/6095107054686985218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977338778979827573&amp;postID=6095107054686985218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/6095107054686985218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/6095107054686985218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-world-came-crashing-down-on-6-th-may.html' title=''/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11926572896961592941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_seUgBLxupDY/STNZYN2BVsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mOBFX62lFgI/S220/IMG_1728.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977338778979827573.post-2730735063140030413</id><published>2007-10-31T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T21:26:04.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What am I doing?</title><content type='html'>I seem to be so busy, rushing around everyday, with my clients and Jess and what not, but something is missing. I feel I am not doing god's plan for me. Everything I do is for me, but it does not have much meaning. Sometimes when I sit alone, I have this strange feeling inside, that there is something I must do, some place I must be or someone I must see. On the whole I am happy and contented. God,s blessing on my family is awesome. The kids are doing great and everything is good but why do I feel that its all about to change.? There is just that tinsy bit of fear creeping in and then I feel alone with all this blackness around and this eerie quiet. But inspite of everything, I konw the presence of god is so real in my life. I know I need never be afraid, because no matter what storms are brewing I always have a shelter with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the times of greatest struggle, when the angry billows roll, I can always find my saviour, Christ the refuge of my soul.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;When driven and tossed by life's fiercest storms,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;my strength all depleted and spent,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I rest in the might of one stronger than I,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;whose help in that hour is sent.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977338778979827573-2730735063140030413?l=momschickensoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/feeds/2730735063140030413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977338778979827573&amp;postID=2730735063140030413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/2730735063140030413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/2730735063140030413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/2007/10/what-am-i-doing.html' title='What am I doing?'/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11926572896961592941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_seUgBLxupDY/STNZYN2BVsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mOBFX62lFgI/S220/IMG_1728.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977338778979827573.post-7668512933330332312</id><published>2007-10-09T05:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T05:42:50.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have never done so much of housework as I have in the past week. Aunty is away and so its my turn. Its work and work and more work. I always have something that I have not quite finished. Gosh how I hate housework but I do like  a really clean house. I really salute all you housewives out there, who are at  it 24/7. Its just a never ending story is it?. Its washing and cleanining and just more cleaning. And just when I think at last I can sit I hear" Ma please send me for tution or I just got to go and photostat this now etc etc etc.........."Tried my hand at cooking today and I must say the chicken hotfry came out well. So did the veggie dish.But I cheated and got some curry from the shop. Well I will improve as time goes on. My husband really appreciated the effort I took to cook and he said it tasted good. But just have to rest tomorrow, fagged out. Now that I have retired, I am enjoying everyday(even if I am dog tired) and its a whole new experience for me. My life belongs to ME now, not THAI INTERNATIONAL.  I am not bored, just want to keep on going. I seem to have so much more energy now. The Lord blesses me each day, with a new day and a new beginning. Its like he gives me a whole new blank page and he says...I am going to write a new day for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977338778979827573-7668512933330332312?l=momschickensoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/feeds/7668512933330332312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977338778979827573&amp;postID=7668512933330332312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/7668512933330332312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/7668512933330332312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-have-never-done-so-much-of-housework.html' title=''/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11926572896961592941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_seUgBLxupDY/STNZYN2BVsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mOBFX62lFgI/S220/IMG_1728.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977338778979827573.post-1659683012815356166</id><published>2007-10-09T05:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T05:25:51.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977338778979827573-1659683012815356166?l=momschickensoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/feeds/1659683012815356166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977338778979827573&amp;postID=1659683012815356166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/1659683012815356166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/1659683012815356166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11926572896961592941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_seUgBLxupDY/STNZYN2BVsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mOBFX62lFgI/S220/IMG_1728.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977338778979827573.post-3189055618348197646</id><published>2007-10-03T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T05:19:28.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its been some time since i wrote. Have been so busy. had a great trip to chiangmai with the girls....load of fun and laughter and then went to Bangkok to keeps Babs company while she was in hospital. Lourdes went with me and I was so glad I had him. He is a very good travelling companion. Poor Babs it was one thing after another. You can see this great tender love Kumar has for her and of course she is still crazy about him. Well I am back now and still looking for something to do. Got a few offers but full time...Dont want that definately. But I will find something. For now I am just enjoying myself.I love to wake early and go for my walk and then have breakfast with Lourdes. My days is busy busy. I feel good, real good. The kids are great but Jess of course has exam fever and is moody and what not.... Guess she thinks I am bugging her too much. Well a mums, got to do what she got do. Prehaps one day she will understand. She knows I love her. Dread the day when she leaves too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977338778979827573-3189055618348197646?l=momschickensoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/feeds/3189055618348197646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977338778979827573&amp;postID=3189055618348197646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/3189055618348197646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/3189055618348197646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-been-some-time-since-i-wrote.html' title=''/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11926572896961592941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_seUgBLxupDY/STNZYN2BVsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mOBFX62lFgI/S220/IMG_1728.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977338778979827573.post-5402417212247569013</id><published>2007-08-25T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T20:44:14.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Came back from K.L. on saturday and it was good to spend time with Shan and Mel. I enjoyed the time spent with Mel, going with her to Klang Hospital and shopping. I felt like buying her the whole world. I am happiest when I see my kids happy and I so enjoyed cleaning Mel's house. A clean and pleasant enviroment is very important in any home. It must be brigt and neat and airy. I cleaned and cleaned and my reward was to see her happy face when she walked in. I wished I could have cooked for her , a nice hot meal too. Well..... next time when my cooking skills improve. I love you so much Mel and it gave me so much pleasure just being with you. I only wish you would look after yourself. Remember your body is a temple of the holy spirit and it has to be fit in everyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my Shan, I wish I could have spent more time with you though. I wanted to have a good heart to heart talk with you about so many things. Knowing you, you would have done your best to avoid that. I know you care for me and dont want me to clean your house; but that gives me great pleasure when I can do something for you. Dont deny me that. I have great joy in my heart when I am around you kids and doing things for you guys makes me happiest. I wanted to shop for you and get you things but you refused. SIGH.......... I know you are a man and quite capable of looking after yourself but as your mom I see you as just my little boy. I felt sad to see you sick and I pray everyday that you will stop smoking. Its doing you so much harm. You are strong and I know that one day you will stop. Not a day goes by without me praying for you both. I know the Lord has his plans and purposes for both fo you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came back and was happy to see Jess. My lovely spoilt Jess. She goes through so much now and I know as only a mother can know, she is hurting and sad sometimes. Well sorry to say this but there will be alot more let down by friends but we have to be an overcomer. She yearns to go back to the days when she had her brother and sister and Sheena around, but we can never go back to yesterday. All we have of our yesterdays are memories. Somw we wish we could forget and others we want to remember forever. There is much she has to learn about life and I fear for her when she goes out into the big world next year. I know the Lord will watch out for her. How many times have I sat before him and poured my hear out about my kids, and he has always told me they are in the palm of his hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also manage to see little Sean. He is such a beautiful baby. Always happy and smiling and is so perfectly happy and safe in his little world. His parents simply adore him and so does his grandparents. All of us love him too. He is surrounded by so much love. God bless him&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977338778979827573-5402417212247569013?l=momschickensoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/feeds/5402417212247569013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977338778979827573&amp;postID=5402417212247569013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/5402417212247569013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/5402417212247569013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/2007/08/came-back-from-k.html' title=''/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11926572896961592941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_seUgBLxupDY/STNZYN2BVsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mOBFX62lFgI/S220/IMG_1728.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977338778979827573.post-2540613182538226670</id><published>2007-08-08T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T06:44:03.182-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RETIREMENT'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well I am finally retired.Didn't quite beleive this day would come. Well it has. So many emo and thoughts go through my mind. One minute I am excited as things seem to be looking great, but in my quite moments, an unease steals over me. Liar Liar you devil! I beleive the Lord does have a plan and purpose for my life. I have been so busy since I retired that I think I need to slow down.Can you beleive I am more busy now, always on the roads doing something, then when I was working? . I go back to my office but everytime I go, I begin to feel further and further away from the girls. Cant keep going back. Got to let go and move on. Well I am happy, just need to relax more.&lt;br /&gt;I feel sorry for those you have never been loved and have no one who really cares a shit! Its so sad and I see alot of that lately. I am so blessed to have my family around me. Lourdes and the kids are everything to me and so are the IGNATIUS clan. I am indeed so blessed by the love and care. I have the greatest kids ever. I know every mom says that, but mine really are. They are not perfect but the have that great legacy their grandfather left them-to love and care always.Family is important to them.May they always look out for each other. NOTHING must be more important than FAMILY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977338778979827573-2540613182538226670?l=momschickensoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/feeds/2540613182538226670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977338778979827573&amp;postID=2540613182538226670' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/2540613182538226670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/2540613182538226670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/2007/08/well-i-am-finally-retired.html' title=''/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11926572896961592941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_seUgBLxupDY/STNZYN2BVsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mOBFX62lFgI/S220/IMG_1728.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977338778979827573.post-3414785365860474020</id><published>2007-07-19T05:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T05:23:57.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thanks Lizzie girl for that. You too are a talented and exceptional daughter. I am always so proud of you . My kids learnt well the lessons of love and compassion for other people. Their father always tried to make them see, when they were kids, that we were all equal: they were not too grand to eat or drink in a poor man's home.&lt;br /&gt;Well its 13 days more to RRRRRRRRRETIREMENT day and I am excited and exhilarated. I feel good that I am doing the right thing. Some people ask me, Arent you afraid.? Why should I be? The Lord has been ministering to me through Pastor Martin and I am so blessed to have him as my friend and pastor. Each day as I take communion with the Lord, I feel physcially stronger and also spiritually. God's teaching me and leading me at the same time. I am going through some some really great intimate times with the Lord. I am really quite far removed from the things of this world. Prehaps not entirely, but I do not crave the material things that I once wanted so much. Life itself has a new meaning .Its all about my LORD and nothing else. I am going to meet him on this road that I am taking, just like Paul encountered him on the road to Damascus.  I want my family, each one of them to encounter him too and I know they will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977338778979827573-3414785365860474020?l=momschickensoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/feeds/3414785365860474020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977338778979827573&amp;postID=3414785365860474020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/3414785365860474020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/3414785365860474020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/2007/07/thanks-lizzie-girl-for-that.html' title=''/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11926572896961592941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_seUgBLxupDY/STNZYN2BVsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mOBFX62lFgI/S220/IMG_1728.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977338778979827573.post-3351700973159737221</id><published>2007-07-14T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T05:51:14.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so many things to so many people that who am I? I am an individual who has got lost in all the parts I play. I want to be myself, be proud of myself. I have played so many parts and roles expected of me by that particular person. Who knows the real me? I try to be what is expected of me and even then its not good enough. The drama of my life has been going on for so many years, that I, Linda am lost in there somewhere. I cry silently but noone hears. Guess as Jess says....so emo lah! Its not late for me and at last I am beginning to know myself. I love myself and I am going to be an exceptional individual person and people are going to talk about me long after I am gone. My lord knows what this is all about, dont you lord? Its my time Lord to rediscover who I am and what I want to do with the rest of my life. Life has got to get better and everything I have ever done, right or wrong, has brought me to this time in my life. Lift the veil and see things how they really are. I am gonigto be renewed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977338778979827573-3351700973159737221?l=momschickensoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/feeds/3351700973159737221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977338778979827573&amp;postID=3351700973159737221' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/3351700973159737221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/3351700973159737221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-am-so-many-things-to-so-many-people.html' title=''/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11926572896961592941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_seUgBLxupDY/STNZYN2BVsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mOBFX62lFgI/S220/IMG_1728.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977338778979827573.post-4025773974822177296</id><published>2007-07-12T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T06:16:27.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TIRED TIRED TIRED</title><content type='html'>Feel so tired after the wedding bash is over. It was out of this world. The setting in the garden with the sun going down was so beautiful. Sheena and Sudesh mde sch a great couple. Everything went according to plan. My kids were down with their friends and it was great to have them. Of course there were some minor upsets but I did not let that bother me. I feel so sleepy and exhausted. Just waiting to pick Jess from tution and then I am going to hit the sack.&lt;br /&gt;Lizzie's friend was a real nice guy but kinda of on the quiet side. Guess we overwelhmed him. You know how we IGNATIUS CAN BE! Shan's friend was the opposite. Nice girl though. Well its in the Lord's hands. I trust my babies into his hands. Always have and always will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977338778979827573-4025773974822177296?l=momschickensoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/feeds/4025773974822177296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977338778979827573&amp;postID=4025773974822177296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/4025773974822177296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/4025773974822177296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/2007/07/tired-tired-tired.html' title='TIRED TIRED TIRED'/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11926572896961592941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_seUgBLxupDY/STNZYN2BVsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mOBFX62lFgI/S220/IMG_1728.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977338778979827573.post-2556682634329502028</id><published>2007-07-04T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T06:07:38.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hard to be a mum</title><content type='html'>It sure is hard! wait till you are one. My kids are hurting and I am helpless. I f I could take the pain I would! Today is Shan's birthday and he sounded so frus becoz his leave got screwed up. I did look forward to seeing him. But as I told him things happen for  a reason. We must learn to TRUST IN GOD IN ALL THINGS, NO MATTER HOW SMALL. My girls are also with the own problems and as I read their blogs, I begin to understand what they go through. Lizzie writes from her soul. Her writing is creative and very discriptive. Her feeling are right out there. Jess writes from her pain of what goes no around her. I wish I could take that pain away. If only you girls knew how much I love you and how I hurt when you guys hurt. Remember though that god watches over you always. I ran to him when you are in pain, and he tells me- I know, they are hurting. They dont know it but I am carrying them!!!&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord for watching over my little chicks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977338778979827573-2556682634329502028?l=momschickensoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/feeds/2556682634329502028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977338778979827573&amp;postID=2556682634329502028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/2556682634329502028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/2556682634329502028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/2007/07/hard-to-be-mum.html' title='Hard to be a mum'/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11926572896961592941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_seUgBLxupDY/STNZYN2BVsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mOBFX62lFgI/S220/IMG_1728.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977338778979827573.post-1883163699617212530</id><published>2007-06-22T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T07:16:37.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have been sooo busy this past two weeks. Babs has been sick and I was worried about her. So I went down to be with her during her trying moments. Thats the best part of belonging to a big family such as ours. I always beleive in sharing everything the good and the bad. When one in the family hurts the whole family hurts. I love this family and the bond that binds us together is so strong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977338778979827573-1883163699617212530?l=momschickensoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/feeds/1883163699617212530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977338778979827573&amp;postID=1883163699617212530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/1883163699617212530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977338778979827573/posts/default/1883163699617212530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momschickensoup.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-have-been-sooo-busy-this-past-two.html' title=''/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11926572896961592941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_seUgBLxupDY/STNZYN2BVsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mOBFX62lFgI/S220/IMG_1728.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
