<?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-6334014974013855333</id><updated>2011-11-17T19:47:56.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Xtraeverything</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xtraeverything.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334014974013855333/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xtraeverything.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>magdaley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770323398614864364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334014974013855333.post-4157250979060189922</id><published>2010-12-20T07:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T18:45:39.219-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More on redemption</title><content type='html'>Another favorite movie, especially in Christmas time, is the old classic "Scrooge". It has such a redeeming message. In the movie Scrooge meets the spirit of Christmas and he gets to drink deep from the cup of kindness. It says in the Bible that it is God's kindness that leads us to repentance (Rom 2:4). This is when Scrooge is starting to melt and repent from his negative attitude and he eventually changes completely and becomes a new man, canceling people's debts left and right. This is exactly what God has done for us. He canceled our debts and our only proper response is to celebrate and say: "THANK YOU VERY MUCH. That's the nicest thing that anyone's ever done for me!" &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/q_n-cf5YPHQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/q_n-cf5YPHQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6334014974013855333-4157250979060189922?l=xtraeverything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xtraeverything.blogspot.com/feeds/4157250979060189922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xtraeverything.blogspot.com/2010/12/more-on-redemption.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334014974013855333/posts/default/4157250979060189922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334014974013855333/posts/default/4157250979060189922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xtraeverything.blogspot.com/2010/12/more-on-redemption.html' title='More on redemption'/><author><name>magdaley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770323398614864364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334014974013855333.post-737834705487593998</id><published>2010-12-20T07:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T07:45:22.072-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Redemption</title><content type='html'>I love movies that picture forgiveness and tell a redemptive story. One of my favorite scenes of redemption of all times is from The Color Purple. I saw this movie at least three of four times when it first came out when I was a teenager. Still, every time I watch this scene I just cannot keep it together.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the church I last attended, CTF in Raleigh, they used to lovingly refer to  God as "Jehovah Sneaky", meaning that He sneaks up on you when you least expect it to surprise you with His love or tell you something. He is speaking all the time, we just miss a lot of it because we are not tuned into the flow and we might expect Him to speak in a certain way, not so much in our every day, ordinary, messy life. That is also why I love this clip from the Color Purple. God is definitely trying to tell us something ALL THE TIME and He has good things to say. Words of redemption, forgiveness, reconciliation, peace, encouragement, love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/e7ZT5sajkys?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/e7ZT5sajkys?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6334014974013855333-737834705487593998?l=xtraeverything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xtraeverything.blogspot.com/feeds/737834705487593998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xtraeverything.blogspot.com/2010/12/redemption.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334014974013855333/posts/default/737834705487593998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334014974013855333/posts/default/737834705487593998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xtraeverything.blogspot.com/2010/12/redemption.html' title='Redemption'/><author><name>magdaley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770323398614864364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334014974013855333.post-7086087492889284205</id><published>2010-11-20T12:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T13:14:22.775-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choices</title><content type='html'>I have started to work at a Christian school as a First Grade teacher and I am learning about choices. We tell the kids all the time that they need to make good choices and I always thought it sounded kind of harsh and religious because it is not always that easy. There are so many circumstances playing in. But today as I was meditating on this I realized that it does not mean that we need to be strong and fix everything ourselves and do everything right but we always have the choice to lean into God and His help or we can choose to hold on to our own pride and our own ways. I always have the choice! But I might have an ungodly belief that tells me that I am a helpless victim and cannot do anything about certain things. There might be addictions, emotions, circumstances I cannot control. But there is always a choice! I am actually TREMENDOUSLY POWERFUL WITHIN because the Holy Spirit lives inside of me. The same power that raised Jesus from the death is in work within me. It is pretty powerful thing to be raised from the dead but it does not stop at that in this passage (Ephesians 1:19-21). It goes on in the following verses and tells us that this power within us is the same power that&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;...seated Christ at God's right hand in the heavenly realms, far above all rule and authority, power and dominion, and every name that is invoked, not only in the present age but also in the one to come. And God placed all things under his feet and appointed him to be head over everything...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that is pretty powerful!!! Am I still seeing myself as a helpless victim? Am I still buying in to lies like "I cannot help it" or "He drives me crazy". The truth is that no one can drive me crazy or make me do anything. No one in this world can have that kind of power over me. Not if I get to know and believe in that mighty strength that God has put within me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6334014974013855333-7086087492889284205?l=xtraeverything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xtraeverything.blogspot.com/feeds/7086087492889284205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xtraeverything.blogspot.com/2010/11/choices.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334014974013855333/posts/default/7086087492889284205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334014974013855333/posts/default/7086087492889284205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xtraeverything.blogspot.com/2010/11/choices.html' title='Choices'/><author><name>magdaley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770323398614864364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334014974013855333.post-2068312435138138039</id><published>2010-10-16T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T12:43:18.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mercy and truth</title><content type='html'>The more I read the Bible in different translations, the more it makes sense to me. Different verses come together. Aha - this means this. And those words are the same as these other words, just a different twist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example in Proverbs 16:6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Through love and faithfulness sin is atoned for &lt;/blockquote&gt;(NIV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In King James the words love and faithfulness are translated mercy and truth. Because it is the same thing! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The truth of God is not hard or harmful. Just because he knows the truth about us does not mean we need to fear him because he will reveal who we really are, the sin in our lives etc. That is completely not according to his character, although some people who don't know the Father heart of God can use him as a threat: "You better behave because God sees you (and he is going to punish you if you don't behave)". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, who perfectly reflects the character of the Father, is full of grace and truth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The Word became flesh and made his dwelling among us. We have seen his glory, the glory of the One and Only, who came from the Father, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;full of grace and truth&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;br /&gt;John 1:14 &lt;br /&gt;This word "truth" has more to do with faithfulness, that he is true to us. He is faithful even when we are faithless (2 Tim 2:13). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually learned today that there is a special word in Hebrew that describes all the love, favor, goodness, kindness, mercy, and compassion He shows us in the blood covenant He made with us. The word in Hebrew is &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;chesed&lt;/span&gt;. Wow! I want to dig deeper into this. God is soooo good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6334014974013855333-2068312435138138039?l=xtraeverything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xtraeverything.blogspot.com/feeds/2068312435138138039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xtraeverything.blogspot.com/2010/10/mercy-and-truth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334014974013855333/posts/default/2068312435138138039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334014974013855333/posts/default/2068312435138138039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xtraeverything.blogspot.com/2010/10/mercy-and-truth.html' title='Mercy and truth'/><author><name>magdaley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770323398614864364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334014974013855333.post-2848378986808476401</id><published>2010-09-14T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T12:14:55.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wisdom</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I ask God for wisdom and revelation but I tend to pray that when I have something I don't understand or a special problem in mind that I think I need wisdom for. I kind of memorized Ephesians 1:17 but it is always good to pick up your Bible and read it again in its context. Why do I need wisdom and revelation? Aha - to know Him better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I keep asking that the God of our Lord Jesus Christ, the glorious Father, may give you the Spirit of wisdom and revelation, so that you may know him better&lt;/blockquote&gt; Eph 1:17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wisdom is to know God, to seek Him, to love Him. In Proverbs it is talking about fearing the Lord (Prov 9:10), but it is all the same thing. To fear God does not mean we are afraid of Him, but that we are God-fearing people that count on God, rely on Him, believe His word, have a healthy respect for God and His power, not treating Him like He is our little pet that we keep in a box for our benefit and comfort as it suits us. (By the way - God is never kept that way, but we might think we have Him, when it is only our own version of Him, what the Bible calls an idol.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wisdom is in Proverbs described as a person, a woman actually, that we can interact with and get to know. She is calling out to everyone to come and eat at her table (Prov 9). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;For wisdom will enter your heart,&lt;br /&gt;       and knowledge will be pleasant to your soul.&lt;/blockquote&gt;Prov 2:10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This does not happen automatically but takes some activity from our part. There are eight steps described in Proverbs 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;accept God's words&lt;/span&gt;, humility, willingness to say that He is God, not think that we know best all the time and set ourselves up as judges over His word &lt;br /&gt;2- &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;store up His commandments within us&lt;/span&gt;, not just read the word but actively meditate and digest it &lt;br /&gt;3- &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;turn our ears to wisdom&lt;/span&gt;, a repenting attitude on our part, we realize our need for wisdom, we are turning to Him&lt;br /&gt;4- &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;applying our hearts to understanding&lt;/span&gt;, put all our hearts in it, all our strength, our will, our power, not just halfheartedly, this is the priority for our lives, it is not only about us becoming wise people, it is about knowing God and becoming like Him, finding our destiny and purpose&lt;br /&gt;5- &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;call out for insight&lt;/span&gt;, the search intensifies, becoming loud now, public, it is not just a private thing anymore&lt;br /&gt;6- &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;cry aloud for understanding&lt;/span&gt;, - I don't care what people think, I am desperate, I am hungry, I got to have it&lt;br /&gt;7- &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;look for it as silver&lt;/span&gt;, we really value what God values and prioritize accordingly &lt;br /&gt;8- &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;search for it as a hidden treasure&lt;/span&gt;, we are not giving up but keep looking and we realize it is hidden, a mystery, but it is worth spending our lives on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty intense! That is the kind of attitude we are to go after Him with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;then you will understand the fear of the LORD&lt;br /&gt;       and find the knowledge of God.&lt;/blockquote&gt; Prov 2:5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;and we will delight in the fear of the LORD.&lt;/blockquote&gt; Is 11:3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6334014974013855333-2848378986808476401?l=xtraeverything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xtraeverything.blogspot.com/feeds/2848378986808476401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xtraeverything.blogspot.com/2010/09/wisdom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334014974013855333/posts/default/2848378986808476401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334014974013855333/posts/default/2848378986808476401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xtraeverything.blogspot.com/2010/09/wisdom.html' title='Wisdom'/><author><name>magdaley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770323398614864364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334014974013855333.post-7713444193072343194</id><published>2010-09-09T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T11:19:05.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace</title><content type='html'>As I am reading the Bible in English instead of Swedish certain wordings stick out to me in a new way. This morning as I was reading First John, I found a number of "This is how..." statements and one in particular stuck out to me: This is how (...) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;we set our hearts at rest in His presence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following verse is very well known to me but I somehow had missed the connection between verse 19 and 20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;If our hearts condemn us, we know that God is greater than our hearts, and he knows everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; 1 John 3:20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be at rest in his presence, to really know that there is no condemnation for me when I am in Christ (Rom 8:1), to have peace of mind - it has everything to do with my relationship with the Father. We know that he is not angry, upset or disappointed with us. He sees us, as he sees his Son. Jesus said, as one of the last things he was sharing with his disciples before his death, that he left them with peace as a gift. "My peace I give you" (John 14:27). It is not just peace in general, peace and quiet, a peaceful life, happy circumstances. Actually, he did not promise any of that, quite the opposite, but he promised us the peace of Jesus Christ, that kind of relationship with the Father. Or not just that &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;kind&lt;/span&gt; of relationship but we actually enter into their perfect relationship, we are in Christ, included. We have the mind of Christ, the peace of mind of Christ (1 Cor 2:16).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;This is how we know that we live in him and he in us: He has given us of his Spirit. &lt;br /&gt;And so we know and rely on the love God has for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;   1 John 4:13,16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The peace of God will guard my mind and this happens in our relationship, when I focus on him instead of myself or my circumstances, when I trust him, when I pour out my heart to him in prayer and praise and present my requests to him boldly (Phil 4:6). My restless thoughts can find rest if I direct my thoughts to him instead of worrying. I have to take my thoughts captive and make them obedient to the love of Christ (2 Cor 10:5), knowing at all times that I am loved, unconditionally, limitless, complete, no matter what. And that brings peace. Such peace, or conviction of righteousness, also moves me into action. It makes me focus outwardly rather than questioning my heart, asking if I am okay all the time. This peace is like a pair of shoes of readiness and willingness that equip me and prepare me to move forward, stand upright and kick butt in the spiritual war we are in (Eph 6:15).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6334014974013855333-7713444193072343194?l=xtraeverything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xtraeverything.blogspot.com/feeds/7713444193072343194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xtraeverything.blogspot.com/2010/09/peace.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334014974013855333/posts/default/7713444193072343194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334014974013855333/posts/default/7713444193072343194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xtraeverything.blogspot.com/2010/09/peace.html' title='Peace'/><author><name>magdaley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770323398614864364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334014974013855333.post-229560863829984766</id><published>2010-08-15T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T20:22:56.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You can</title><content type='html'>My daughter is now in that age when she wants to be very independent and do everything herself. Very confidently she keeps on telling me "Du kan" which in Swedish means "you can". (She has been calling herself "you" since she started talking about herself because that is what I call her all the time.) She does not want to sit on my lap anymore when we read books but next to me on the couch. She is determined to put her shoes on herself and buckle up with the seat belt in the car etc. I have to secretly help her without her noticing. When I am cooking or doing something in the kitchen she brings a chair and wants to "help" and I will find tasks that are just on her level that she actually can do like pouring flour into a bowl or stirring in a pot. I guess I am feeling somewhat what God must be feeling when He is cooperating with us. We are not actually "helping" God with anything but He enjoys having us around and doing stuff together with us. Although we have no clue of what is going on, or no concept of following a recipe or where things are going to end up He will let us stir in His pots just because He loves us. He enjoys our time together. It is all about the relationship and He wants us to feel good about ourselves. He is lavishing encouragement and love upon us for our "achievements" just like I do with my daughter and we are actually growing in the process. And this is just the beginning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beloved, now we are children of God; and it has not yet been revealed what we shall be, but we know that when He is revealed, we shall be like Him, for we shall see Him as He is.   1 John 3:2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6334014974013855333-229560863829984766?l=xtraeverything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xtraeverything.blogspot.com/feeds/229560863829984766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xtraeverything.blogspot.com/2010/08/you-can.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334014974013855333/posts/default/229560863829984766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334014974013855333/posts/default/229560863829984766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xtraeverything.blogspot.com/2010/08/you-can.html' title='You can'/><author><name>magdaley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770323398614864364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334014974013855333.post-103233582781841317</id><published>2010-05-29T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T20:09:00.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sit down</title><content type='html'>In our culture we suffer from sitting too much. It is a passive kind of sitting that leads to complacency and laziness. We get stuck in front of our computers or in our couches or church pews and can hardly get up and make ourselves do anything because we just get comfortable sitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at the same time that we are sitting too much, we have a hard time finding rest. We are filled with stress and restlessness even when we are inactive, zapping away on our wide screen TV:s or surfing the internet for hours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Biblical language, the verb "to sit" does not usually have to do with sitting down to rest but sitting down to rule (Is 52:2). It is a place of honor and respect. We sit down on thrones with Christ. It is a very active sitting down. But it is also a place of rest. We rule when we rest. Our strength is in the stillness and the rest we find in God (Is 30:15). We don't get caught up in worries and fears because we know that God is so much bigger and mightier than whatever we can face and that His love always surrounds us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6334014974013855333-103233582781841317?l=xtraeverything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xtraeverything.blogspot.com/feeds/103233582781841317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xtraeverything.blogspot.com/2010/05/sit-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334014974013855333/posts/default/103233582781841317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334014974013855333/posts/default/103233582781841317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xtraeverything.blogspot.com/2010/05/sit-down.html' title='Sit down'/><author><name>magdaley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770323398614864364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334014974013855333.post-3040241603844035890</id><published>2010-05-05T19:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T19:45:14.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith</title><content type='html'>The concept of Happy Thoughts comes from Peter Pan. Peter Pan has grown up and forgotten who he really is. To get in touch with his true self again and be able to fly, like he used to, he needs to think Happy Thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More and more I understand how our thoughts are so important for our lives. If our thoughts are all negative and filled with lies and fears we are not going to fly very high in life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that faith is not "positive thinking" but in a sense we need to become like little children and have that childlike faith that everything is possible. Faith is not a heavy thing, that we can work hard on to make stronger in our life. Faith is a gift. We receive what God has for us by faith. It is not even our faith but the faith of Jesus Christ. He has faith in us. He is full of faith. That means that He is faithful and true! To us. And most of all to Himself. So we need to get to know Him, the person Jesus Christ, and then our faith will grow automatically. It is a very personal, relational thing, not some magic formula. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;If we are faithless [do not believe and are untrue to Him], He remains true (faithful to His Word and His righteous character), for He cannot deny Himself.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; 2 Tim 2:13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qvPcnQS5Ziw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qvPcnQS5Ziw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To a Swede, the Norwegian language sounds sort of humorous. We can perfectly understand Norwegian (pretty much) but it is like a funny version of Swedish, not quite as serious, but Norwegian sounds happier and more energetic than Swedish, at least to a Swede. That is why I liked this Norwegian version of the Peter Pan song. To me it catches the spirit of positive thinking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6334014974013855333-3040241603844035890?l=xtraeverything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xtraeverything.blogspot.com/feeds/3040241603844035890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xtraeverything.blogspot.com/2010/05/faith.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334014974013855333/posts/default/3040241603844035890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334014974013855333/posts/default/3040241603844035890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xtraeverything.blogspot.com/2010/05/faith.html' title='Faith'/><author><name>magdaley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770323398614864364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334014974013855333.post-8775673187248725282</id><published>2010-05-05T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T18:52:18.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Tonight I visited heaven for a little while. We are house sitting and "baby sitting" our friends house and kids this week and one of the privileges about that is that I get to put the younger kids to bed, read them stories, sing lullabies and pray with them. Tonight the youngest one wanted me to tell her "Happy Thoughts" to think about before she went to sleep and then she told me "Happy Thoughts" and off we went straight into heaven. She told me how I was dancing around on a field with all these animals and then the lamb climbed the back of the tiger and was riding on him. The little mouse was dancing right next to the big moose but he never stepped on him but the mouse ran in and out in between his legs in perfect harmony and just had fun, being silly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we were playing by this waterfall and the water was just the right temperature and everybody could swim and those kids came that never had had fresh water their whole lives and they just drank. We did not need soap or shampoo that gets in the eyes but we all got clean and fresh from just the water and there was healing in the water too and refreshment. Then Jesus disciples came ("What does disciples mean anyways?") and said that these kids were rubbish but Jesus said that they were perfect for him and he thought they all were handsome and wonderful worshipers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so easy and so much fun and really profound to visit heaven with my little friend. I cannot wait to go back again and get more revelation. Maybe I will even go up on my own. But it is good to have a little helper that is not too caught up in rational thought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6334014974013855333-8775673187248725282?l=xtraeverything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xtraeverything.blogspot.com/feeds/8775673187248725282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xtraeverything.blogspot.com/2010/05/visit-to-heaven.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334014974013855333/posts/default/8775673187248725282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334014974013855333/posts/default/8775673187248725282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xtraeverything.blogspot.com/2010/05/visit-to-heaven.html' title='Happy Thoughts'/><author><name>magdaley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770323398614864364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334014974013855333.post-236721551145874438</id><published>2010-05-03T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T19:41:53.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Four living creatures</title><content type='html'>Some things in the Bible I find a bit strange. Then I don't pay too much attention to that, but move on and read something else. I am sure it all makes sense I just don't get it at the time or it doesn't appeal to me at the moment. Later I can read the same scripture and it is like the passage pops out from the page and comes alive to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had one of those aha-moments the other week as I was reading the first chapter of Ezekiel. It describes a powerful vision the prophet had of God and the activity going on around His throne with different living creatures and flashes of lightning etc. These creatures always seemed weird and pointless to me, like taken from a science fiction movie, type Star wars, that I am completely uninterested in. I could not see what they had to do with my life at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the other week when I read the passage again all of a sudden it made sense. Of course, these creatures need faces in every direction so they never need to take their eyes off of God. He is so beautiful and marvelous so they cannot afford missing out on any aspect of Him. To make that point even clearer they move around on wheels that are covered in eyes. And the wheels are so high that they are dreadful. All these eyes serve that same purpose - to gaze on God. And they are covered in eyes! One pair of eyes is far from enough. There are so many aspects of God and such depth, so much splendor, awesomeness, beauty and all kinds of other adjectives forever and ever so the only words to rightfully describe Him is "Holy, Holy, Holy". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These creatures are constantly on the move. Actually they are running back and forth like flashes of lightning. I never reflected on the enormous power, energy and activity that is going on before the throne of God. I typically visualize it as a sort of quiet, peaceful and reverent place, but these creatures don't stand still. I bet God doesn't stand still either. It is explosive! There is so much life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6334014974013855333-236721551145874438?l=xtraeverything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xtraeverything.blogspot.com/feeds/236721551145874438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xtraeverything.blogspot.com/2010/05/four-living-creatures.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334014974013855333/posts/default/236721551145874438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334014974013855333/posts/default/236721551145874438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xtraeverything.blogspot.com/2010/05/four-living-creatures.html' title='Four living creatures'/><author><name>magdaley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770323398614864364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334014974013855333.post-4584138406331189927</id><published>2010-03-18T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T20:50:43.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God has a house</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dm6CMgY2bm0/S6L0jXnLyxI/AAAAAAAAAVg/CO3Hu_Ei0lE/s1600-h/house_-_cartoon_1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 363px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dm6CMgY2bm0/S6L0jXnLyxI/AAAAAAAAAVg/CO3Hu_Ei0lE/s400/house_-_cartoon_1.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450187387542686482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight as we were meditating on Psalm 23 as part of our school, the very last sentence  of that Psalm hit me: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has a house! What does that mean? What does it look like? What is the purpose of a house? Of course God doesn't need a house. He is the creator of the whole universe. This is more for us. Humans understand the picture of a house. A house, or a home, is a safe place where you can come and rest, where you can be yourself, where family happens, where food is served and needs are taken care of. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But God wants to have that kind of fellowship with us, humans. He is not looking for servants. He doesn't need anything from us (Ps 50). He is looking for friends and family, a place where he can come and rest, where he can be glorified and have fellowship with us. He desires us! We can find a home in him, in his love, and live with him forever. He is inviting us to live in his house, to be a part of his family, to enjoy his presence. He in us and we in him. This is not only about after this life, it is also here and now, a spiritual reality. And God's house is a good place to be! It is a place of abundance, pleasure and delight! I was actually surprised when I looked up these scriptures on the house of God and saw how GOOD and rich it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;"This is my resting place for ever and ever, here I will sit enthroned, for I have desired it. I will bless her with abundant provisions;&lt;br /&gt;       her poor will I satisfy with food." &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;    &lt;/span&gt; Ps 132:14-15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;How priceless is your unfailing love!&lt;br /&gt;       Both high and low among men&lt;br /&gt;       find refuge in the shadow of your wings. They feast on the abundance of your house;&lt;br /&gt;       you give them drink from your river of delights. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; Ps 36:7-8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Blessed (happy, fortunate, to be envied) is the man whom You choose and cause to come near, that he may dwell in Your courts! We shall be satisfied with the goodness of your house."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; Ps 65:4&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6334014974013855333-4584138406331189927?l=xtraeverything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xtraeverything.blogspot.com/feeds/4584138406331189927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xtraeverything.blogspot.com/2010/03/god-has-house.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334014974013855333/posts/default/4584138406331189927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334014974013855333/posts/default/4584138406331189927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xtraeverything.blogspot.com/2010/03/god-has-house.html' title='God has a house'/><author><name>magdaley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770323398614864364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dm6CMgY2bm0/S6L0jXnLyxI/AAAAAAAAAVg/CO3Hu_Ei0lE/s72-c/house_-_cartoon_1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334014974013855333.post-2519181902938885629</id><published>2010-03-17T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T11:05:28.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>St Patrick's day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dm6CMgY2bm0/S6EYM00_TUI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/7HLC8ZS4VNk/s1600-h/Shamrock_Logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 297px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dm6CMgY2bm0/S6EYM00_TUI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/7HLC8ZS4VNk/s400/Shamrock_Logo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449663632713403714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I bind unto myself today &lt;br /&gt;The strong name of the Trinity, &lt;br /&gt;By invocation of the same, &lt;br /&gt;The Three in One and One in Three. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bind this day to me for ever, &lt;br /&gt;By power of faith, Christ's Incarnation; &lt;br /&gt;His baptism in the Jordan River; &lt;br /&gt;His death on cross for my salvation; &lt;br /&gt;His bursting from the spiced tomb; &lt;br /&gt;His riding up the heavenly way; &lt;br /&gt;His coming at the day of doom; &lt;br /&gt;I bind unto myself today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bind unto myself the power &lt;br /&gt;Of the great love of the Cherubim; &lt;br /&gt;The sweet 'Well done' in judgment hour; &lt;br /&gt;The service of the Seraphim, &lt;br /&gt;Confessors' faith, Apostles' word, &lt;br /&gt;The Patriarchs' prayers, &lt;br /&gt;the Prophets' scrolls, &lt;br /&gt;All good deeds done unto the Lord, &lt;br /&gt;And purity of virgin souls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bind unto myself today &lt;br /&gt;The virtues of the starlit heaven, &lt;br /&gt;The glorious sun's life-giving ray, &lt;br /&gt;The whiteness of the moon at even, &lt;br /&gt;The flashing of the lightning free, &lt;br /&gt;The whirling wind's tempestuous shocks, &lt;br /&gt;The stable earth, the deep salt sea, &lt;br /&gt;Around the old eternal rocks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bind unto myself today &lt;br /&gt;The power of God to hold and lead, &lt;br /&gt;His eye to watch, His might to stay, &lt;br /&gt;His ear to hearken to my need. &lt;br /&gt;The wisdom of my God to teach, &lt;br /&gt;His hand to guide, his shield to ward, &lt;br /&gt;The word of God to give me speech, &lt;br /&gt;His heavenly host to be my guard. &lt;br /&gt;Against the demon snares of sin, &lt;br /&gt;The vice that gives temptation force, &lt;br /&gt;The natural lusts that war within, &lt;br /&gt;The hostile men that mar my course; &lt;br /&gt;Or few or many, far or nigh, &lt;br /&gt;In every place and in all hours &lt;br /&gt;Against their fierce hostility, &lt;br /&gt;I bind to me these holy powers. &lt;br /&gt;Against all Satan's spells and wiles, &lt;br /&gt;Against false words of heresy, &lt;br /&gt;Against the knowledge that defiles, &lt;br /&gt;Against the heart's idolatry, &lt;br /&gt;Against the wizard's evil craft, &lt;br /&gt;Against the death-wound and the burning &lt;br /&gt;The choking wave and the poisoned shaft, &lt;br /&gt;Protect me, Christ, till thy returning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christ be with me, Christ within me, &lt;br /&gt;Christ behind me, Christ before me, &lt;br /&gt;Christ beside me, Christ to win me, &lt;br /&gt;Christ to comfort and restore me, &lt;br /&gt;Christ beneath me, Christ above me, &lt;br /&gt;Christ in quiet, Christ in danger, &lt;br /&gt;Christ in hearts of all that love me, &lt;br /&gt;Christ in mouth of friend and stranger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bind unto myself the name, &lt;br /&gt;The strong name of the Trinity; &lt;br /&gt;By invocation of the same. &lt;br /&gt;The Three in One, and One in Three, &lt;br /&gt;Of whom all nature hath creation, &lt;br /&gt;Eternal Father, Spirit, Word: &lt;br /&gt;Praise to the Lord of my salvation, &lt;br /&gt;salvation is of Christ the Lord.  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;                                                      &lt;br /&gt; ~~~~~~ St. Patrick's Breastplate Prayer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patrick succeeded in converting almost the entire population of Ireland to Christianity in the 5th century. It is said Patrick taught the doctrine of the Trinity by using a shamrock. Hundreds may have been baptized on a single day as Patrick would travel to an area where many would gather to hear what he had to say.  Some report Patrick built as many as 300-600 churches, baptized 120,000+ individuals, and built countless schools and hospitals. He died on March 17 in 461. Imagine leaving a legacy like that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6334014974013855333-2519181902938885629?l=xtraeverything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xtraeverything.blogspot.com/feeds/2519181902938885629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xtraeverything.blogspot.com/2010/03/st-patricks-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334014974013855333/posts/default/2519181902938885629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334014974013855333/posts/default/2519181902938885629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xtraeverything.blogspot.com/2010/03/st-patricks-day.html' title='St Patrick&apos;s day'/><author><name>magdaley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770323398614864364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dm6CMgY2bm0/S6EYM00_TUI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/7HLC8ZS4VNk/s72-c/Shamrock_Logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334014974013855333.post-4317114280402184546</id><published>2010-03-13T10:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T11:21:43.004-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New clothes</title><content type='html'>I have been searching the Bible lately on the subject "clothes". Clothes are a symbol for our identity and who we are. It is not just for looks but it carries a much deeper meaning, when the Bible talks about clothes and what we are wearing, so to speak. Of course it is a metaphor for deep, spiritual realities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have heard that anything that is very important and foundational about human life and God you can find in the first three chapters of Genesis. If it is not found there, it is probably not that important. Well, I had a look for "clothes" in the first chapters of  Genesis and I was struck by what I found in Gen 3:7. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Adam and Eve sewed fig leaves together and made coverings (aprons) for themselves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have all seen cute paintings of Adam and Eve dressed in their fig costumes like fashionable bikinis but once I read that the actual word for those clothes were "aprons" it all made sense! When do we wear aprons? When we are working! This is all about our own striving! We try to cover ourselves by good works, achievements, titles etc etc. This is universal! This is a profound truth about mankind and our fallen state. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God on the other hand has a better option. He sees that our coverings that we try to make for ourselves are sort of ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Gen 3:21 &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The LORD God made garments of skin /long coats (tunics) for Adam and his wife and clothed them.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Garments of skin" implies that he had to kill an animal to create these garments - the first sacrifice for our sin - which points forward to the eternal sacrifice of Jesus Christ that was already planned at this point! This is the kind of clothes that God has for us! We get to put on the righteousness of Jesus like a splendid coat that covers us from top to toe. It is not about us anymore and what we can or cannot achieve. It is about who we are in Him. This coat is a beautiful, shining, splendid, pure, royal garment, the garment of salvation. It is the "best robe" that the prodigal son received from his father when he returned home battered and bruised from his long, dishonoring journey (Lk 15:22). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I realized this, all of a sudden this verse in Deut 29:5 made sense:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"I have led you forty years in the wilderness; your clothes have not worn out upon you, and your sandals have not worn off your feet."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always marveled over this verse and I am sure God does supernatural things like that but now the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;significance&lt;/span&gt; of these clothes that never wore out made sense - it is a picture of the righteousness of Christ!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6334014974013855333-4317114280402184546?l=xtraeverything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xtraeverything.blogspot.com/feeds/4317114280402184546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xtraeverything.blogspot.com/2010/03/new-clothes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334014974013855333/posts/default/4317114280402184546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334014974013855333/posts/default/4317114280402184546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xtraeverything.blogspot.com/2010/03/new-clothes.html' title='New clothes'/><author><name>magdaley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770323398614864364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334014974013855333.post-4755425656363529856</id><published>2010-02-15T18:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T19:32:15.418-08:00</updated><title type='text'>God's will</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dm6CMgY2bm0/S3oRuaCXPxI/AAAAAAAAAUk/UlfUXdtyB04/s1600-h/sheep_in_pasture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 254px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dm6CMgY2bm0/S3oRuaCXPxI/AAAAAAAAAUk/UlfUXdtyB04/s400/sheep_in_pasture.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438678988964183826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has a really big face. Living in his will, in the light that is shining from God's face, in his pleasure, is not like some sort of balancing act where I really have to watch myself so I don't accidentally slip out of his will. It is more like a vast field where I can move around freely.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;He brought me out into a spacious place;&lt;br /&gt;       he rescued me because he delighted in me. Ps 18:19&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we think of God as some stern school master, ready to punish us for the slightest mistake we make. But God is a good Father and we are invited to his kingdom. I am discovering that God's will looks less like a narrow path where we are very likely to make a wrong step but it looks more like a big country, a kingdom, where we are invited to dwell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Trust in the LORD and do good;&lt;br /&gt;       dwell in the land and enjoy safe pasture. Ps 37:3&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus said: &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;"My food, is to do the will of him who sent me and to finish his work."&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is good food, safe pasture. Very fulfilling to the soul. Actually, the only thing fulfilling the depths of our beings, because it is what we were created for!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6334014974013855333-4755425656363529856?l=xtraeverything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xtraeverything.blogspot.com/feeds/4755425656363529856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xtraeverything.blogspot.com/2010/02/gods-will.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334014974013855333/posts/default/4755425656363529856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334014974013855333/posts/default/4755425656363529856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xtraeverything.blogspot.com/2010/02/gods-will.html' title='God&apos;s will'/><author><name>magdaley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770323398614864364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dm6CMgY2bm0/S3oRuaCXPxI/AAAAAAAAAUk/UlfUXdtyB04/s72-c/sheep_in_pasture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334014974013855333.post-59738410599676863</id><published>2010-02-15T18:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T18:54:09.317-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The will of God</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dm6CMgY2bm0/S3oIyUmw4uI/AAAAAAAAAUM/EHm8Lb5ZtLM/s1600-h/shepherds-212x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 141px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dm6CMgY2bm0/S3oIyUmw4uI/AAAAAAAAAUM/EHm8Lb5ZtLM/s200/shepherds-212x300.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438669160621073122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So often in my thinking about spiritual realities I put the cart before the horse. I tend to read things backwards. I think it is about me doing things, like fulfilling the will of God, when it is really about GOD and what He wants. God has a will and it is GOOD. It is flowing out from Him towards us, all the people on the earth. The angels that announced that Jesus had been born to the astonished shepherds on that field outside Bethlehem were singing: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Glory to God in the highest [heaven], and on earth peace among men with whom He is well pleased [men of goodwill, of His favor]. Luke 2:14&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So being in God's will is not so much about me doing the right things and hope that I maybe will measure up to God's standards (but probably not, after all He is God and He has pretty high standards, but I can always do my best and then hope for his mercy...)&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;I imagine God's will as a stream of light that is flooding out from His face towards His children. It is all God's dreams for us, His love, His blessings, His goodness. I am in God's will when I am standing in that flood of light, looking God in the face, knowing that He is pleased with me. That is the place where I find rest and perfect peace. I cannot work myself into that place or achieve it in any way through my own efforts, it is all grace, a free gift through what Jesus has done for me! And once I find myself there it is inevitable that God's good will is going to start flowing out from my life, in my words and actions, as I am transformed by His great love for me. But then it is not about me trying to be good any longer, it just happens and it is all about God. He is doing a good work in me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Numbers 6:24-26 (Amplified Bible)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24The Lord bless you and watch, guard, and keep you;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    25The Lord make His face to shine upon and enlighten you and be gracious (kind, merciful, and giving favor) to you;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    26The Lord lift up His [approving] countenance upon you and give you peace (tranquility of heart and life continually).&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6334014974013855333-59738410599676863?l=xtraeverything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xtraeverything.blogspot.com/feeds/59738410599676863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xtraeverything.blogspot.com/2010/02/will-of-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334014974013855333/posts/default/59738410599676863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334014974013855333/posts/default/59738410599676863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xtraeverything.blogspot.com/2010/02/will-of-god.html' title='The will of God'/><author><name>magdaley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770323398614864364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dm6CMgY2bm0/S3oIyUmw4uI/AAAAAAAAAUM/EHm8Lb5ZtLM/s72-c/shepherds-212x300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334014974013855333.post-4493479139657641625</id><published>2010-01-21T19:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T19:56:46.998-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be-have</title><content type='html'>I am a language person. I like learning different languages and  words intrigue me. Often when I get a revelation about something profound, it is in the form of a play with words. This happened to me this morning when I was thinking about how we can misunderstand the simplest things of God and get them so completely wrong. The enemy manages to twist God's truth so it completely doesn't mean the same thing anymore. On the surface it might look right, but the emphasis is completely wrong. Many people think that being a Christian mostly has to do with behaving properly. It hit me that this word BEHAVE doesn't have anything to do with Christian life. It is not about our own performance, but what Christ has done for us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are human beings, not human doings. The emphasis is on BE. We need to realize that we ARE God's beloved children, justified by faith, pure, spotless, pleasing to God in every way. We cannot add anything to Christ's perfect, finished work on the cross. We cannot add even one little achievement to make us look better in God's eyes, or make him love us more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also need to realize what we HAVE in him - our inheritance, the authority he has given us in Jesus name, and the honor he has bestowed upon us, undeservedly. When we realize these things we automatically are going to start behaving accordingly, but the emphasis is not on me anymore, it is on Him. Out of a thankful heart, overflowing with love and joy we cannot help but "behaving". And it is not hard at all. It is who we are. In Him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6334014974013855333-4493479139657641625?l=xtraeverything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xtraeverything.blogspot.com/feeds/4493479139657641625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xtraeverything.blogspot.com/2010/01/be-have.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334014974013855333/posts/default/4493479139657641625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334014974013855333/posts/default/4493479139657641625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xtraeverything.blogspot.com/2010/01/be-have.html' title='Be-have'/><author><name>magdaley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770323398614864364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334014974013855333.post-2039380549523778545</id><published>2010-01-19T11:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T19:42:59.341-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Victory</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dm6CMgY2bm0/S1Z2g6P3U4I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/z0RU99Rkffo/s1600-h/football.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 166px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dm6CMgY2bm0/S1Z2g6P3U4I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/z0RU99Rkffo/s200/football.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428656708605399938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live in the country where they play football with their hands, everybody on top of each other in a big pile. In the beginning I tried to figure out some of the rules but I have given up long time ago. I am just not into sports but some aspects of it still appeal to me. I watched part of a game of college football. The players are obviously in college, 18-19 years old, and this is their chance to get into the real league, NFL, and make A LOT of money. They are not just playing football, they are putting their entire life and soul out there and they are playing a game about their whole future career. There is a huge pressure on the young kids during these games. Thousands of people, and their coaches and pro scouts are watching and valuing them, every move. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one kid in the game I watched parts of, screwed up and made some mistake and I believe his team lost because of him. He couldn't hold his tears back after the game when he was interviewed. He had not only lost a game. He had lost his dream and his hopes. He was devastated. I felt so sorry for him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of us live our lives like that young guy in the football team with this huge pressure weighing down on our shoulders. We live as if it all depends on us, on what we can do. We have to be successful in the game to please everyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus calls us to a different life, that doesn't depend on our performance but on his. This is wild and crazy. He has won the victory for us! Our job is to celebrate! There is no more place for competition or performance. We do not have to achieve but simply follow Jesus. We are all part of the winning team in Christ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6334014974013855333-2039380549523778545?l=xtraeverything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xtraeverything.blogspot.com/feeds/2039380549523778545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xtraeverything.blogspot.com/2010/01/victory.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334014974013855333/posts/default/2039380549523778545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334014974013855333/posts/default/2039380549523778545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xtraeverything.blogspot.com/2010/01/victory.html' title='Victory'/><author><name>magdaley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770323398614864364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dm6CMgY2bm0/S1Z2g6P3U4I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/z0RU99Rkffo/s72-c/football.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334014974013855333.post-5291702332317154304</id><published>2010-01-05T19:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T10:49:23.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Obedience</title><content type='html'>Some words in the Bible are not very appealing to me. I know I am shaped from growing up in a democratic, socialistic society and certain words make me react in a negative way, words like submission or obedience for example. But because I know that God is good and perfect and all loving I need to face these words and try to figure out what HE means by them and what they look like through His eyes. I can be sure that I have a misunderstanding of them because they make me sort of upset and what God gives always brings joy and peace etc. That doesn't mean that we never need to struggle with His word but by the fruit we will know if we misunderstood it or not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was pondering on what it looks like to do His will, I read Psalms 40:7-8 in the Message-translation and all of a sudden it made so much sense:         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I answered, "I'm coming.&lt;br /&gt;     I read in your letter what you wrote about me,&lt;br /&gt;  And I'm coming to the party&lt;br /&gt;     you're throwing for me."&lt;br /&gt;That's when God's Word entered my life,&lt;br /&gt;     became part of my very being. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is what obedience looks like: to come to the party God is throwing for me! To let Him love on me and celebrate me. To not be so stubborn and shut Him out and cover myself in shame or despise (which can be sort of comfortable from time to time) but humble myself and open up to His love - that is obedience!  (1 John 4:10)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6334014974013855333-5291702332317154304?l=xtraeverything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xtraeverything.blogspot.com/feeds/5291702332317154304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xtraeverything.blogspot.com/2010/01/obedience.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334014974013855333/posts/default/5291702332317154304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334014974013855333/posts/default/5291702332317154304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xtraeverything.blogspot.com/2010/01/obedience.html' title='Obedience'/><author><name>magdaley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770323398614864364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334014974013855333.post-3702914762373311253</id><published>2010-01-05T18:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T05:10:45.429-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Belonging</title><content type='html'>Belonging is very important to us humans. People do stupid things just to belong to a group, like joining criminal gangs etc because it is such a deep need within us to belong somewhere, especially if that need hasn't been met as we were growing up. More than anything we need to know that we belong to God. That is the basis for our whole identity -that we are rooted and grounded in His love for us and know we are part of His family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_LzmdovYoAI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_LzmdovYoAI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6334014974013855333-3702914762373311253?l=xtraeverything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xtraeverything.blogspot.com/feeds/3702914762373311253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xtraeverything.blogspot.com/2010/01/belonging.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334014974013855333/posts/default/3702914762373311253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334014974013855333/posts/default/3702914762373311253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xtraeverything.blogspot.com/2010/01/belonging.html' title='Belonging'/><author><name>magdaley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770323398614864364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334014974013855333.post-5232717616027822735</id><published>2010-01-05T18:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T18:42:24.744-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Honor versus shame</title><content type='html'>I started this blog with the intention of writing about my discoveries with God, or share some of what he is sharing with me. Right now God is showing me more about honor, how He is honoring us. Many times we live in an unhealthy fear of God because we are filled with shame, the opposite of honor, and this makes us avoid God and keep Him somewhat at a distance. This is what religion does to us - fills us with shame, because we don't believe we measure up to the requirements. Or else religion might fill us with pride if we think that we actually do things right. This pride usually goes alongside with judging others that - in our opinion - don't measure up. Like the older son in the parable of the prodigal son in Luke 15, we don't come close to the Father because we don't know how good He is and we also judge our younger brother that comes back home and receives mercy. But this is what God does: He honors us even when we totally have screwed up and our lives are a mess, because he is not interested in our behavior first of all, he is interested in us. He honors us - not because of what we have done or haven't done, but based on Christ's redemptive work on the cross. And when we receive undeserved honor it makes us want to be better people. Shame does the opposite. Just like Valjean in Les Miserables when he received unexpected kindness from the Bishop and that completely transformed his life, God believes in us and tells us we belong to him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6334014974013855333-5232717616027822735?l=xtraeverything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xtraeverything.blogspot.com/feeds/5232717616027822735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xtraeverything.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-started-this-blog-with-intention-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334014974013855333/posts/default/5232717616027822735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334014974013855333/posts/default/5232717616027822735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xtraeverything.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-started-this-blog-with-intention-of.html' title='Honor versus shame'/><author><name>magdaley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770323398614864364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334014974013855333.post-5947299558298595722</id><published>2009-11-28T17:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T19:29:22.188-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow White</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dm6CMgY2bm0/SxHSSYSvpoI/AAAAAAAAABw/XUt98uJLLj8/s1600/snow_white_prince_tarrant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 152px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dm6CMgY2bm0/SxHSSYSvpoI/AAAAAAAAABw/XUt98uJLLj8/s200/snow_white_prince_tarrant.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409335840649225858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think about my past and wonder if I made the right decisions or if I could have done things differently. These thoughts never lead me anywhere. Today I suddenly realized that I am asking the wrong question! It is like trying to play Poker when the game being played is Up and Down the River. The rules I am trying to play by don't apply at all to Life As God Intended It. He is playing a completely different ball game, in a different league called HOLY. And all He touches become holy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My job is not to find out if I did right or wrong, but my job is to embrace my past and forgive myself, bring the grace of God to every situation, let Him embrace me in my brokenness, know that He loves me through all of it and keep myself in his love from now on. Because if I decide that I have done the right things - then I get prideful. And if I think I have failed - I loose heart. I need to know that I am accepted through everything and change my focus from myself and my achievements or failures and to God. It's not about me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This applies to the way I think about other people as well. As human beings we tend to compare ourselves with others and compete with each other. We are constantly valuing and judging every action and behavior in ourselves and others. This might seem to be a good thing but is actually leading to death! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like Snow White ate the poisonous apple and fell dead down, we will die when we eat the fruit of judging ourselves or others. Nothing good comes out of it. Even though it might look beautiful, like Snow White, dead in her glass coffin, still stunningly beautiful, everything outwardly looking perfect, but without life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dwarfs that carried her coffin away stumbled on a rock in the road and the piece of apple, stuck in her throat, came flying out. The next moment Snow White sat up in the coffin, alive, and the prince was there kissing her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This reminded me of the verse in the Bible (1 Cor 1:23) that says: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"we preach Christ crucified: a stumbling block to Jews and foolishness to Gentiles"  &lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;br /&gt;The cross of Christ is and always will be offensive - to our own flesh, our mind and rational thinking. We constantly need to turn around and humble ourselves and receive his love and goodness again. We cannot deserve or earn anything from God. He gives because He is good, not because of us. He gives us the kisses of His Spirit, right on our lips, so quick to criticize, like U2 is singing in their song Yahweh:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3EmrFyt00ck&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3EmrFyt00ck&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6334014974013855333-5947299558298595722?l=xtraeverything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xtraeverything.blogspot.com/feeds/5947299558298595722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xtraeverything.blogspot.com/2009/11/sometimes-i-think-about-my-past-and_28.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334014974013855333/posts/default/5947299558298595722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334014974013855333/posts/default/5947299558298595722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xtraeverything.blogspot.com/2009/11/sometimes-i-think-about-my-past-and_28.html' title='Snow White'/><author><name>magdaley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770323398614864364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dm6CMgY2bm0/SxHSSYSvpoI/AAAAAAAAABw/XUt98uJLLj8/s72-c/snow_white_prince_tarrant.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334014974013855333.post-529656236909776621</id><published>2009-11-28T08:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T17:48:55.755-08:00</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/6334014974013855333-529656236909776621?l=xtraeverything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xtraeverything.blogspot.com/feeds/529656236909776621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xtraeverything.blogspot.com/2009/11/sometimes-i-think-about-my-past-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334014974013855333/posts/default/529656236909776621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334014974013855333/posts/default/529656236909776621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xtraeverything.blogspot.com/2009/11/sometimes-i-think-about-my-past-and.html' title=''/><author><name>magdaley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770323398614864364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334014974013855333.post-7930351685190387311</id><published>2009-11-20T19:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T20:11:13.094-08:00</updated><title type='text'>God is good</title><content type='html'>Bill Johnson, Redding, California, is one of the most brilliant teachers right now, and he puts it out there so clearly: God is good! Don't forget! He is absolutely good all the time. And He wants to heal! Are you able to believe it? Jesus was the exact representation of the Father. Is there any concept you have of God that you cannot substantiate or prove in the life of Crist? If there is - you need to change the way you think.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/T3AQkKZTgag&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/T3AQkKZTgag&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6334014974013855333-7930351685190387311?l=xtraeverything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xtraeverything.blogspot.com/feeds/7930351685190387311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xtraeverything.blogspot.com/2009/11/god-is-good.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334014974013855333/posts/default/7930351685190387311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334014974013855333/posts/default/7930351685190387311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xtraeverything.blogspot.com/2009/11/god-is-good.html' title='God is good'/><author><name>magdaley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770323398614864364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334014974013855333.post-7867613596314113011</id><published>2009-11-15T19:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T19:23:52.424-08:00</updated><title type='text'>IHOP webstream</title><content type='html'>I have been enjoying watching the web stream from IHOP, the International House of Prayer, in Kansas City the last few days. God is on the move there in a mighty way! It started on November 11, when the Spirit took over a class at their university and the class continued for more than 15 hours. The word spread quickly, and over 2,000 people spontaneously gathered in the auditorium from all over the Kansas City area, as deliverance and physical healings increased. The meeting continued well past midnight. Recognizing that the Spirit was moving, the leadership of IHOPU canceled all classes for the next few days so that they could gather to receive all that the Spirit wanted to do.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Many people are being set free from addictions, shame, depression, and every sort of emotional pain. We are also witnessing an increase of physical healings, as God is touching and restoring bodies inside the building, as well as healing people watching via the webstream. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch for yourself   (7 - 1pm Eastern time)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://cmp.ihop.tv/pdk/4.1/swf/flvPlayer.swf" width="512" height="288" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowFullScreen="true" bgcolor="#161616" flashvars="v=http://cmp.ihop.tv/ihopkc/data/vars.php?pid=P1W4SydKjBEbB4dSY0VXxUvlzuPxTIY0"/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6334014974013855333-7867613596314113011?l=xtraeverything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xtraeverything.blogspot.com/feeds/7867613596314113011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xtraeverything.blogspot.com/2009/11/ihop-webstream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334014974013855333/posts/default/7867613596314113011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334014974013855333/posts/default/7867613596314113011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xtraeverything.blogspot.com/2009/11/ihop-webstream.html' title='IHOP webstream'/><author><name>magdaley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770323398614864364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334014974013855333.post-863378088657011839</id><published>2009-11-05T17:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T18:08:42.864-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One little lady in the dirt</title><content type='html'>One little lady in the dirt&lt;br /&gt;Loving children, loving God one day at a time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God said: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Stop and love"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he also told me: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Everything you do is holy unto me"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I am holding a child it is holy, holy, holy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I am walking... &lt;br /&gt;When I am sweeping the floor it is holy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;“Let me in to everything”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything we do is for him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray every waken moment of the day&lt;br /&gt;It is like breathing to me&lt;br /&gt;Praying and breathing are the same thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just abide in him &lt;br /&gt;The more you abide in him&lt;br /&gt;And you feel his love&lt;br /&gt;And you let him show you who you are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"You are not an orphan"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one is an orphan&lt;br /&gt;Then you start feeling this fullness&lt;br /&gt;That comes from living inside his heart &lt;br /&gt;and you are just happy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heidi Baker, missionary in Mocambique, (5:22 - 6:52) in this amazing video clip:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ru4DuA8m3Fk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ru4DuA8m3Fk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6334014974013855333-863378088657011839?l=xtraeverything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xtraeverything.blogspot.com/feeds/863378088657011839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xtraeverything.blogspot.com/2009/11/one-little-lady-in-dirt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334014974013855333/posts/default/863378088657011839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334014974013855333/posts/default/863378088657011839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xtraeverything.blogspot.com/2009/11/one-little-lady-in-dirt.html' title='One little lady in the dirt'/><author><name>magdaley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770323398614864364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334014974013855333.post-5265231028363530751</id><published>2009-11-01T05:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T06:38:00.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Through heaven's eyes</title><content type='html'>God speaks well of us and he is actually honoring us. It can be very surprising sometimes, when we tend to focus on our mistakes and failures, and we believe that God will do the same thing, for sure. We know that he knows everything and will be able to pick up on bad things in us that we weren't even aware of. That might be true, but it is a gross misconception about the nature of God. He is not like that! He is not interested in pulling us down, but the opposite! He wants to lift us up! Like nobody else he can find something good and praiseworthy in the most broken vessel! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about Sarah in the Bible, Abraham's wife. She talks Abraham into "helping God" by producing an offspring with the servant girl, Hagar, (Gen 16:1-3). Later on, she is laughing when she hears the promise about having a son in her old age, and then she denies that she was laughing (Gen 18:10-15). And once Ishmael grows up she is filled with jealousy and makes Abraham send them off into the wilderness (Gen 21). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, to me, that is not what I spontaneously would call a great woman of faith. But to God, it is. He doesn't keep count of our shortcomings. In the famous 11th chapter of Hebrews where some of the great Heroes of Faith are listed, sure enough, Sarah is listed as one of them. (Hebrews 11:11) &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;God certainly does not see as man sees, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;for man looks on the outward appearance, &lt;br /&gt;but the Lord looks on the heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Sam 16:7 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to learn to have a heavenly perspective as well! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I feel like "I have done nothing in my life worth honoring", God might call me a "brave young woman". When I feel like I cannot take part in the party of life because "I am not worthy" and "I don't know how to dance", God will make sure to send people into my life to invite me in over and over and he will tell me: "You must learn to join the dance".   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This video clip from the Prince of Egypt illustrates it all beautifully.&lt;br /&gt;The priest Jethro in this video is just like I am imagining Father God, right now: big, huggable, loud but gentle, dancing with his children, inviting us to the party.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oG0a9WFkgzU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oG0a9WFkgzU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6334014974013855333-5265231028363530751?l=xtraeverything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xtraeverything.blogspot.com/feeds/5265231028363530751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xtraeverything.blogspot.com/2009/11/through-heavens-eyes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334014974013855333/posts/default/5265231028363530751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334014974013855333/posts/default/5265231028363530751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xtraeverything.blogspot.com/2009/11/through-heavens-eyes.html' title='Through heaven&apos;s eyes'/><author><name>magdaley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770323398614864364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334014974013855333.post-1927907540806606728</id><published>2009-10-31T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T08:13:09.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a song</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dm6CMgY2bm0/SuxKBOU97OI/AAAAAAAAABo/Id5qyxErQ0w/s1600-h/NARNIA+Magician%27s+Nephew+.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 168px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dm6CMgY2bm0/SuxKBOU97OI/AAAAAAAAABo/Id5qyxErQ0w/s200/NARNIA+Magician%27s+Nephew+.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398771438196747490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It says in the Bible that God spoke the world into being. It was through his words and his voice that he created everything. In the first book of the Chronicles of Narnia, The Magician’s  Nephew by CS Lewis, the lion Aslan is creating Narnia by singing. The sun, the moon, the stars, little daffodils, bears and deer, antelopes, grass and trees - it all comes into being from the different melodies he is singing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard somewhere that recent discoveries actually claim that the smallest existing particle is the sound or sound waves, not the electron or the neutron. When you take the smallest atom known to man and split it up one more time, there is one particle inside the smallest particle. This smallest particle is known as sound or sound waves. Sound waves are the smallest living substance unseen by the human eye that is at the core of every created thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden this verse from Hebrews 1:3 makes more sense - literally:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Son is the radiance of God's glory and the exact representation of his being, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sustaining (upholding, maintaining) all things by his powerful word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are MADE of sound. The sound of His voice. He is constantly speaking us into existence. He has not stopped speaking. Not for a millisecond. We wouldn't be here if it wasn't for His words, not only at the creation, but ever since. He is speaking over us, singing over us, keeping us alive. And he has only good things to say about us. How amazing is that! He speaks only life, love, blessings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; He will rejoice over you with gladness, &lt;br /&gt;      He will quiet you with His love, &lt;br /&gt;in His love He will be silent&lt;br /&gt;and make no mention&lt;br /&gt;[of past sins, or even recall them]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      He will rejoice over you with singing.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zephaniah 3:17&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6334014974013855333-1927907540806606728?l=xtraeverything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xtraeverything.blogspot.com/feeds/1927907540806606728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xtraeverything.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-am-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334014974013855333/posts/default/1927907540806606728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334014974013855333/posts/default/1927907540806606728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xtraeverything.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-am-song.html' title='I am a song'/><author><name>magdaley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770323398614864364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dm6CMgY2bm0/SuxKBOU97OI/AAAAAAAAABo/Id5qyxErQ0w/s72-c/NARNIA+Magician%27s+Nephew+.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334014974013855333.post-1917684675252656541</id><published>2009-10-26T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T17:38:10.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To be like a child</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dm6CMgY2bm0/SuZA4bmiEiI/AAAAAAAAABg/R0yg-Rg70a0/s1600-h/boy+holding+ball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dm6CMgY2bm0/SuZA4bmiEiI/AAAAAAAAABg/R0yg-Rg70a0/s200/boy+holding+ball.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397072541676343842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few years ago I was working at an Elementary school in Stockholm, as a personal assistant to this 8-year old boy that had some type of autistic behavior. My main task was being there for him during recess when he usually got in trouble, interacting with the other kids. It was interesting to follow the kids so close outside the classroom setting as they were playing. I especially remember this one little boy, 6 years old, that was so excited about getting to be responsible for the football during recess. He was the one that was going to bring the ball out to the playground and make sure the ball came back safely again after recess. He was jumping up and down in the hallway as I was unlocking the room where all the toys were kept, shouting: "I want to be responsible, I want to be responsible". That picture stuck with me and I have been reminded of it several times as God is showing me what it looks like to grow up to be a child of his. His burdens for us are not heavy but a joy. And taking responsibility is actually fun and an honor!         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I am childish in the sense that I avoid taking responsibility for my own needs, feelings, emotions, desires etc. I blame things on my circumstances or on other people. And I avoid stepping into what God has for me, hiding behind lies of unworthiness or other things that might seem more comfortable at the moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Do I truly want to be restored to the full responsibility of a son?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this question in one of the amazing books we are reading for our school: "The Return of the Prodigal Son" by Henri Nouwen. Here is another quote from the book: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jesus does not ask me to remain a child but to become one. Becoming a child is living toward a second innocence: not the innocence of a newborn infant but the innocence that is reached through conscious choices." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it is this incredible freedom God has called us to. He has given us the gift of our free will, the freedom of choice. The freedom of being a child of God. But that freedom also is a calling to be responsible! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word "responsible" really means that we are RESPONDING to somebody! If we know that God is a good and loving Father it becomes our joy to respond to him when he is calling us. And whatever he is giving us from his big room filled with toys we will make sure to take good care of. It all comes from him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6334014974013855333-1917684675252656541?l=xtraeverything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xtraeverything.blogspot.com/feeds/1917684675252656541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xtraeverything.blogspot.com/2009/10/to-be-like-child.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334014974013855333/posts/default/1917684675252656541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334014974013855333/posts/default/1917684675252656541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xtraeverything.blogspot.com/2009/10/to-be-like-child.html' title='To be like a child'/><author><name>magdaley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770323398614864364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dm6CMgY2bm0/SuZA4bmiEiI/AAAAAAAAABg/R0yg-Rg70a0/s72-c/boy+holding+ball.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334014974013855333.post-8787962945532937960</id><published>2009-10-18T04:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T05:02:27.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We are all broken</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A son asked his father, 'Dad, will you take part in a marathon with me?' The father, despite having a heart condition, said 'Yes'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-style: italic;"&gt; went on to complete the marathon together.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;  &lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Father and son went on to join other marathons, the father always saying 'Yes' to his son's request of going through the race together.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;  &lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, the son asked his father, 'Dad, let's join the Ironman together.' To which, his father said 'Yes' too.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For those who didn't know, Ironman is the toughest triathlon ever. The race encompasses three endurance events of a 2.4 mile (3.86 kilometer)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ocean swim, followed by a 112 mile (180.2 kilometer) bike ride, and ending with a 26.2 mile (42.195 kilometer) marathon along the coast of&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-style: italic;"&gt; the Big Island .&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;  &lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father and son went on to complete the race together. View this &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iZq_qa19kRc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iZq_qa19kRc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across this little video and it really spoke to me about the Father’s heart and our state of being totally dependent on Him.  That’s how we can achieve great things - with Him and for Him. Because it’s really He that does all the work! And we get to share in the joy and glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was about one minute into the song that I couldn’t hold it together any more. The lyrics say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very same God who spins things in orbit&lt;br /&gt;Runs to the weary, the worn and the weak&lt;br /&gt;The same gentle hands that hold me when I’m broken&lt;br /&gt;They conquered death to bring the victory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is when I understood: this is me being carried by my Father. That is my current state before him. Crippled, but soooo loved and cherished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are interested in hearing more about this incredible father - son relationship &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dDnrLv6z-mM"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt; is a link to a beautiful interview about their life.  &lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6334014974013855333-8787962945532937960?l=xtraeverything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xtraeverything.blogspot.com/feeds/8787962945532937960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xtraeverything.blogspot.com/2009/10/we-are-all-broken.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334014974013855333/posts/default/8787962945532937960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334014974013855333/posts/default/8787962945532937960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xtraeverything.blogspot.com/2009/10/we-are-all-broken.html' title='We are all broken'/><author><name>magdaley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770323398614864364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334014974013855333.post-1571423004065035133</id><published>2009-10-16T03:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T03:50:45.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Following J</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta name="Title" content=""&gt; &lt;meta name="Keywords" content=""&gt; &lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt; &lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt; &lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt; &lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt; &lt;link rel="File-List" href="file://localhost/Users/magdalenadaley/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/msoclip1/01/clip_filelist.xml"&gt; &lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:documentproperties&gt;   &lt;o:template&gt;Normal&lt;/o:Template&gt;   &lt;o:revision&gt;0&lt;/o:Revision&gt;   &lt;o:totaltime&gt;0&lt;/o:TotalTime&gt;   &lt;o:pages&gt;1&lt;/o:Pages&gt;   &lt;o:words&gt;182&lt;/o:Words&gt;   &lt;o:characters&gt;1043&lt;/o:Characters&gt;   &lt;o:lines&gt;8&lt;/o:Lines&gt;   &lt;o:paragraphs&gt;2&lt;/o:Paragraphs&gt;   &lt;o:characterswithspaces&gt;1280&lt;/o:CharactersWithSpaces&gt;   &lt;o:version&gt;11.1282&lt;/o:Version&gt;  &lt;/o:DocumentProperties&gt;  &lt;o:officedocumentsettings&gt;   &lt;o:allowpng/&gt;  &lt;/o:OfficeDocumentSettings&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:donotshowrevisions/&gt;   &lt;w:donotprintrevisions/&gt;   &lt;w:displayhorizontaldrawinggridevery&gt;0&lt;/w:DisplayHorizontalDrawingGridEvery&gt;   &lt;w:displayverticaldrawinggridevery&gt;0&lt;/w:DisplayVerticalDrawingGridEvery&gt;   &lt;w:usemarginsfordrawinggridorigin/&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt; &lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */ @font-face 	{font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	panose-1:0 2 2 6 3 5 4 5 2 3; 	mso-font-charset:0; 	mso-generic-font-family:auto; 	mso-font-pitch:variable; 	mso-font-signature:50331648 0 0 0 1 0;}  /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman";} table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;  &lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;God keeps giving me these fun pictures of what he is like and what it looks like to be a follower of him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Last night I had this thought of Jesus playing piano, a real skilful piano player. Jesus long hair was swinging as he was playing. That made me think of this piano playing dog from the Muppet show, if anyone remembers? It was so easy to follow Jesus as he was playing. I was singing along and he looked up from his keys over and over and took me places with the music, just playing away. And it wasn’t hard at all! It was fun! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I found this video with the piano playing dog from the Muppet show and it totally makes my point. I am that goofy bear that didn’t know I could play the piano! Jesus encourages me non stop and we are just playing together as he is leading. He is good! And it is fun!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Jesus says: - Just play! And I say: - Yes sir. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FnFQevPl_1o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FnFQevPl_1o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6334014974013855333-1571423004065035133?l=xtraeverything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xtraeverything.blogspot.com/feeds/1571423004065035133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xtraeverything.blogspot.com/2009/10/following-j.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334014974013855333/posts/default/1571423004065035133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334014974013855333/posts/default/1571423004065035133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xtraeverything.blogspot.com/2009/10/following-j.html' title='Following J'/><author><name>magdaley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770323398614864364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334014974013855333.post-7515214092569191707</id><published>2009-10-15T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T07:05:57.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God and dancing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always wondered what it would have been like to grow up in an African family and get together dancing at the sound of the bongo drums around the bonfire at family gatherings... I guess the unison dancing brings a sense of fellowship that is sort of unique. I am sure I have a pretty romantic view of this idea about growing up in the jungle in Africa but nevertheless God was speaking to me using this picture of him dancing over me and it looked something like &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UH6yC7GjqZk"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UH6yC7GjqZk"&gt;.&lt;/a&gt; He was celebrating with me, something that had been a painful experience in the past but he had a different view of it and brought healing and restoration to that memory. Now I have a new memory of us dancing together, or it was actually him dancing over me. I cannot make moves like that - yet. He actually gave me this other picture of us dancing together, and it was a simpler and more childish and joyful dance that I could easily follow. The Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit are the guys in red, blue and yellow shirts. I am the little fellow to the left but in my "vision" I was a child that was dancing along lifting one hand here and just jumping up and down to the rhythm of the music like toddlers do. But maybe I will learn this dance one day. I mean, it is not THAT complicated. And later on we can move on to African dancing. Or ballet. I will be the skinny girl that God gets to swing in the air and catch again gracefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NBWQCHb95rg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NBWQCHb95rg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6334014974013855333-7515214092569191707?l=xtraeverything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xtraeverything.blogspot.com/feeds/7515214092569191707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xtraeverything.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-have-always-wondered-what-it-would.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334014974013855333/posts/default/7515214092569191707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334014974013855333/posts/default/7515214092569191707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xtraeverything.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-have-always-wondered-what-it-would.html' title='God and dancing'/><author><name>magdaley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770323398614864364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334014974013855333.post-5885641475324736617</id><published>2009-10-14T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T14:24:16.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't regret anything</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0YkLq6J_6cA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0YkLq6J_6cA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reminded today of this old song by Edith Piaf. I always thought the attitude in the song was a bit prideful. “I don’t regret anything”. Who can say that? But today I decided to listen to the song and it completely wrecked me. I listened again and again with tears in my eyes. It is a really powerful song that carries a redemptive message even. No wonder it has been such a loved song for ages. I was surprised when I looked up the lyrics and found lines like “everything is paid for, gone, forgotten” and “my joys and my life starts today with you”. (I know the English translation below is not the best – but still…) &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;John Mark McMillan says the same thing in his song “&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X-rW528qiYw"&gt;How he loves us so&lt;/a&gt;”. “I don’t have time to maintain these regrets when I think about the way he loves us” (one of the best songs out there right now on how God loves us. If you don’t want to listen to the whole 9 minutes wonderful version of this song with Kim Walker, go fast forward 4 minutes in to the song to get my point). &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It is not that we never have done anything wrong that we would need to regret for, but there is forgiveness and once we have repented we can just move on and forget the past, not dwell on it anymore.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There is only one way to go – forward! (Phil 3:13)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Non! Rien de rien&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Non! Je ne regrette rien&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ni le bien qu'on m'a fait&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ni le mal tout ça m'est bien égal !&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Non! Rien de rien&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Non! Je ne regrette rien&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;C'est payé, balayé, oublié&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Je me fous du passé !&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Avec mes souvenirs&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;J'ai allumé le feu&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mes chagrins, mes plaisirs&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Je n'ai plus besoin d'eux !&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Balayées les amours&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Et tous leurs trémolos&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Balayés pour toujours&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Je repars à zéro&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Non ! Rien de rien&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Non ! Je ne regrette rien&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ni le bien, qu'on m'a fait&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ni le mal, tout ça m'est bien égal !&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Non ! Rien de rien&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Non ! Je ne regrette rien&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Car ma vie, car mes joies&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Aujourd'hui, ça commence avec toi !&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;No! Nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;No! I regret nothing&lt;br /&gt;Not the good people did to me&lt;br /&gt;Neither any evil - I do not care!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No! Nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;No! I regret nothing&lt;br /&gt;It is paid for, gone, forgotten&lt;br /&gt;I do not care about the past!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my memories&lt;br /&gt;I lit the fire&lt;br /&gt;My sorrows, my pleasures&lt;br /&gt;I no longer need them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Past loves&lt;br /&gt;And all their heart aches&lt;br /&gt;Swept away forever&lt;br /&gt;I'm heading back to zero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No! Nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;No! I regret nothing&lt;br /&gt;Neither good, they made me&lt;br /&gt;Nor evil -&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I do not care!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No! Nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;No! I regret nothing&lt;br /&gt;For my life, for my joys&lt;br /&gt;Today, it starts with you!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6334014974013855333-5885641475324736617?l=xtraeverything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xtraeverything.blogspot.com/feeds/5885641475324736617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xtraeverything.blogspot.com/2009/10/test-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334014974013855333/posts/default/5885641475324736617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334014974013855333/posts/default/5885641475324736617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xtraeverything.blogspot.com/2009/10/test-post.html' title='I don&apos;t regret anything'/><author><name>magdaley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770323398614864364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
