<?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-6284843637036288441</id><updated>2012-01-02T14:18:05.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>His Chosen Vessel</title><subtitle type='html'>HIS: a possessive adjective that indicates belonging to;   

CHOSEN: selected, special, picked out from;

VESSEL: container, pot, pitcher, an object used in service</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teapotstestimony.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284843637036288441/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teapotstestimony.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06616970949518206525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W1_a6DBGgQE/ScvaojXqcbI/AAAAAAAAABM/oAkzFBDbMCQ/S220/IMG_4508_IIII.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284843637036288441.post-2480163898254726593</id><published>2012-01-02T14:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T14:18:05.352-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dear Friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2011 is nearly over, and 2012 is about to begin. As this year comes to an end, we have an excellent opportunity to look back on what God has brought us through in the past and look forward with hope and anticipation for the year ahead. To start off the New Year, I will be soaring among the clouds, several thousand feet in the air, departing from Chicago with a team of thirteen other people on a missions trip!&lt;br /&gt;(My brother Matthew is also going! :) This will be his second trip to Haiti.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our expected destination: Haiti via Ft. Lauderdale, Florida.&lt;br /&gt;Our expected trip duration: 10 days.&lt;br /&gt;The expected result: Many opportunities to be a blessing to the Haitian people that God brings our way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much planning has been involved in preparing for this trip, but there is only ONE thing that I can know with absolute certainty. I am 100% sure that I should expect the unexpected, because, with my God, this trip will be the adventure of a lifetime! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our group, called LESPWA International, is looking forward to bringing hope to some of Haiti's population by ministering to their physical, emotional, and spiritual needs. ("Lespwa" means "hope" in Creole.) Would you please join us in our adventure by lifting us up before God's throne in prayer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your prayers for safe travel, protection for the vans and our drivers, good health while in Haiti so that we can help others, and God's guidance and direction for our trip would be immensely appreciated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the evening of Jan. 2nd, two vans filled with us and our luggage and supplies will be heading down to Chicago, IL. Our flight leaves Chicago O'Hare Airport on Jan. 3rd at 7:30 am. After transferring planes in Ft. Lauderdale, FL, we then fly out at 1:45pm to arrive in Haiti at 3:45pm, Lord willing. (We plan to return to Chicago on Jan 13 at 6:15pm.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we are in Haiti, we will be regularly updating a blog to keep you informed and up-to-date with what we are doing and how God is working through this trip. You can view our blog at: http://lespwainternational.blogspot.com/ .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We LOVE comments on our blog posts! If you enjoy reading it, please comment on our posts, (even if it's just a short note such as "Good to hear," "I'm praying for you!" or ":D") because that is how we know that you are watching the blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2011 was great, but I am excited for this new year to begin! As my Heavenly Father showed Himself abundantly faithful in the past, I am looking forward to seeing His faithfulness in the future. Haiti is also brimming with anticipation for what the future holds, so come and join us in our adventure as we share Christ's love with those eager for hope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God bless you, my friend, with a WONDERFUL New Year as you enjoy the adventures, both small and great, that He has in store for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because my Savior lives, loves, and cares,&lt;br /&gt;Sarah Poss &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6284843637036288441-2480163898254726593?l=teapotstestimony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teapotstestimony.blogspot.com/feeds/2480163898254726593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teapotstestimony.blogspot.com/2012/01/dear-friends-2011-is-nearly-over-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284843637036288441/posts/default/2480163898254726593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284843637036288441/posts/default/2480163898254726593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teapotstestimony.blogspot.com/2012/01/dear-friends-2011-is-nearly-over-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06616970949518206525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W1_a6DBGgQE/ScvaojXqcbI/AAAAAAAAABM/oAkzFBDbMCQ/S220/IMG_4508_IIII.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284843637036288441.post-7359842791753694047</id><published>2010-02-06T09:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T09:44:55.427-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally... :D</title><content type='html'>My dear friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much prompting, I have finally decided to post on here more regularly. Yes, it took me long enough, I know. :D Thank you for your patience and gentle persistence!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to be posting &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;excerpts&lt;/span&gt; from a paper I wrote on Romans 8 during Advanced Excel last year. I pray you will be blessed and encouraged by reading them. God's blessings on your week and your walk with Him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6284843637036288441-7359842791753694047?l=teapotstestimony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teapotstestimony.blogspot.com/feeds/7359842791753694047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teapotstestimony.blogspot.com/2010/02/finally-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284843637036288441/posts/default/7359842791753694047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284843637036288441/posts/default/7359842791753694047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teapotstestimony.blogspot.com/2010/02/finally-d.html' title='Finally... :D'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06616970949518206525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W1_a6DBGgQE/ScvaojXqcbI/AAAAAAAAABM/oAkzFBDbMCQ/S220/IMG_4508_IIII.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284843637036288441.post-9023932440906179447</id><published>2010-02-06T09:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T09:46:56.382-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Operation SUCCESS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Romans Chapter Eight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Classified Material&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Code Name:&lt;br /&gt;Operation SUCCESS!&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah Poss&lt;br /&gt;June 12th, 2009&lt;br /&gt;Advanced EXCEL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introduction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;God, in His wisdom, knew that the people He had created would reject His plan for them and revolt, going their own way. In His Sovereignty, God designed His plan of salvation before time and made it the only means by which the peoples’ disobedience could be atoned for, to reveal to them their absolute need and dependence on Him. In order to redeem them from the bondage that they had foolishly chosen for themselves, the King of Kings sent His One and Only Son to pay the penalty for their sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Romans chapter eight looks in depth at certain points of the battle plan that God used to recover the His precious possession, mankind, from His enemy Satan, enabling us to spend eternity with Him in Heaven. God has ransomed us from bondage and death and brought us into the freedom of His life. As we learn more about God’s character by studying what He says in His Word, we will be able to become more like His Son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Operation: Liberation – Romans 8:1-5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“1There is therefore now no condemnation to them which are in Christ Jesus, who walk not after the flesh, but after the Spirit. 2For the law of the Spirit of life in Christ Jesus hath made me free from the law of sin and death. 3For what the law could not do, in that it was weak through the flesh, God sending His own Son in the likeness of sinful flesh, and for sin, condemned sin in the flesh: 4That the righteousness of the law might be fulfilled in us, who walk not after the flesh, but after the Spirit. 5For they that are after the flesh do mind the things of the flesh; but they that are after the Spirit the things of the Spirit.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The word walk in verses one and four includes the idea of regulating one’s life and conduct.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="mso-footnote-id: ftn1" title="" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6284843637036288441#_ftn1" name="_ftnref1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[1]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Christians should regulate their conduct according to the Holy Spirit’s direction, instead of by their fleshly desires. Free, in verse two, describes deliverance and being set at liberty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="mso-footnote-id: ftn2" title="" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6284843637036288441#_ftn2" name="_ftnref2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[2]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; The law of the Spirit of life brings freedom because of what Christ did on the cross for us. Christ’s atonement for the sin of mankind liberated us from the destruction that would have been the result of our disobedience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In Romans chapter eight, the word translated flesh is the Greek word sarx (sarx) meaning “the soft substance of the living body, which covers the bones and is permeated with blood” and also “the earthly nature of man apart from Divine influence, and therefore prone to sin and opposed to God.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="mso-footnote-id: ftn3" title="" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6284843637036288441#_ftn3" name="_ftnref3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[3]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; When Christ came into the world in the likeness of sinful flesh to pay the penalty for our sin, He had the same sarx (sarx) and ability to sin that the first man Adam did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The beauty behind this is that Christ was not only fully God, but also fully human, with every capability to commit sin. In spite of this, He honored His Father and remained sinless. Because of His sacrificial love, we are released from the bondage of sin and are able to regulate our lives by the guidance of the Holy Spirit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One appropriate definition for condemned in verse three is “by one's good example to render another's wickedness the more evident and censurable.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="mso-footnote-id: ftn4" title="" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6284843637036288441#_ftn4" name="_ftnref4"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[4]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; God, in His mercy for sinful man, sent His only begotten Son, a sinless spotless example, to the earth, and by so doing, brought evil more sharply into the light of His truth. By condemning sin, Christ enabled the righteousness of the law to be made clear to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="mso-footnote-id: ftn1" title="" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6284843637036288441#_ftnref1" name="_ftn1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[1]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Walk - Strong’s reference number 4043.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="mso-footnote-id: ftn2" title="" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6284843637036288441#_ftnref2" name="_ftn2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[2]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Free - Strong’s reference number 1659.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="mso-footnote-id: ftn3" title="" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6284843637036288441#_ftnref3" name="_ftn3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[3]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Flesh - Strong’s reference number 4562.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="mso-footnote-id: ftn4" title="" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6284843637036288441#_ftnref4" name="_ftn4"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[4]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Condemned - Strong’s reference number 2632.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6284843637036288441-9023932440906179447?l=teapotstestimony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teapotstestimony.blogspot.com/feeds/9023932440906179447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teapotstestimony.blogspot.com/2010/02/operation-success.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284843637036288441/posts/default/9023932440906179447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284843637036288441/posts/default/9023932440906179447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teapotstestimony.blogspot.com/2010/02/operation-success.html' title='Operation SUCCESS!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06616970949518206525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W1_a6DBGgQE/ScvaojXqcbI/AAAAAAAAABM/oAkzFBDbMCQ/S220/IMG_4508_IIII.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284843637036288441.post-3063996283339048405</id><published>2009-10-20T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T20:47:49.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soon... :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;It's been far too long since I posted on here...&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;this must change... soon! :D&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Praying that God will bless you with a wonderful week as you continue to serve Him !&lt;/span&gt;and glorify Him with your thoughts, words, and actions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6284843637036288441-3063996283339048405?l=teapotstestimony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teapotstestimony.blogspot.com/feeds/3063996283339048405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teapotstestimony.blogspot.com/2009/10/soon-d.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284843637036288441/posts/default/3063996283339048405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284843637036288441/posts/default/3063996283339048405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teapotstestimony.blogspot.com/2009/10/soon-d.html' title='Soon... :D'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06616970949518206525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W1_a6DBGgQE/ScvaojXqcbI/AAAAAAAAABM/oAkzFBDbMCQ/S220/IMG_4508_IIII.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284843637036288441.post-882954830993893054</id><published>2009-07-27T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T08:33:36.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Purifying Gold</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A friend of mine found this poem and posted it on her blog. This poem really encouraged me and I was able to use it in my &lt;em&gt;Teapots, Teacups, &amp;amp; Testimonies&lt;/em&gt; discipleship group. May "Purifying Gold" minister to your heart and remind you of your Saviour's perfect love for you and of the necessity of trials in the life of a Christian. Though they may cause us temporary pain, trials are the necessary tools that our Master Craftsman uses to refine our character and conform us to the image of His Son, Jesus Christ, turning us into &lt;strong&gt;precious gold&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"He sat by the fire with sevenfold heat,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As He watched by the precious ore,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And closer He bent with a searching gaze&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As He heated it more and more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"He knew He had ore that could stand the test,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And He wanted the finest gold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To mould as a crown for the King to wear,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Set with gems with price untold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"So He laid our gold in the burning fire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tho’ we fain would have said to Him, “Nay,”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And He watched the dross that we had not seen,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And it melted and passed away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"And the gold grew brighter and yet more bright,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But our eyes were so dim with tears,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We saw but the fire—not the Master’s hand,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And questioned it with anxious fears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Yet our gold shone out with a richer glow,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As it mirrored a Form above,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That bent o’er the fire, tho’ unseen by us,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With a look of ineffable love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Can we think that it pleases His loving heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To cause us a moment’s pain?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ah, no! But He saw through the present cross&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The bliss of eternal gain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"So He waited there with a watchful eye,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With a love that is strong and sure,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And His gold did not suffer a bit more heat,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Than was needed to make it pure."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~Unknown~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Behold, I go forward, but He is not there; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and backward, but I cannot perceive Him:  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On the left hand, where He doth work, but I cannot behold Him: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He hideth himself on the right hand, that I cannot see Him: &lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But He knoweth the way that I take: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when He hath tried me, I shall come forth as &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;GOLD&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Job 23:8-10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6284843637036288441-882954830993893054?l=teapotstestimony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teapotstestimony.blogspot.com/feeds/882954830993893054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teapotstestimony.blogspot.com/2009/07/purifying-gold.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284843637036288441/posts/default/882954830993893054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284843637036288441/posts/default/882954830993893054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teapotstestimony.blogspot.com/2009/07/purifying-gold.html' title='Purifying Gold'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06616970949518206525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W1_a6DBGgQE/ScvaojXqcbI/AAAAAAAAABM/oAkzFBDbMCQ/S220/IMG_4508_IIII.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284843637036288441.post-1593256352864871141</id><published>2009-06-29T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T12:08:02.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Thessalonians 3:1-5, 13, 16, &amp; 18</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Finally, brethren, pray for us, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that the word of the Lord may have free course, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and be glorified, even as it is with you: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And that we may be delivered from unreasonable and wicked men: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for all men have not faith. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But the Lord is faithful, who shall stablish you, and keep you from evil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And we have confidence in the Lord touching you, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that ye both do and will do the things which we command you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the Lord direct your hearts into the love of God, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and into the patient waiting for Christ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But ye, brethren, be not weary in well doing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now the Lord of peace himself give you peace always by all means. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Lord be with you all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The grace of our Lord Jesus Christ be with you all. Amen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The second epistle to the Thessalonians was written from Athens." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2 Thessalonians 3:1-5, 13, 16, 18&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6284843637036288441-1593256352864871141?l=teapotstestimony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teapotstestimony.blogspot.com/feeds/1593256352864871141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teapotstestimony.blogspot.com/2009/06/2-thessalonians-31-5-13-16-18.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284843637036288441/posts/default/1593256352864871141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284843637036288441/posts/default/1593256352864871141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teapotstestimony.blogspot.com/2009/06/2-thessalonians-31-5-13-16-18.html' title='2 Thessalonians 3:1-5, 13, 16, &amp; 18'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06616970949518206525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W1_a6DBGgQE/ScvaojXqcbI/AAAAAAAAABM/oAkzFBDbMCQ/S220/IMG_4508_IIII.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284843637036288441.post-7609337613355887939</id><published>2009-06-02T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T09:27:52.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Despair... hope... DETERMINATION!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Time is flying by, and the work load is enormous. Only two weeks remain until graduation with &lt;strong&gt;three&lt;/strong&gt; weeks worth of projects still requiring completion. Taking stock of the situation only results in an overwhelming sense of frustrated despair. It's hopeless-- there's no way accomplish everything in time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when my brain is about to overload, and quitting seems like a welcome escape from the stress of the hour, I remember one thing. All of the sudden, although the situation has not changed in the least, a peaceful calm replaces the hopeless despair, and the storm of frustration is turned into a ray of determination. This one thing provides me with the courage to face the mountain of tasks before me and &lt;em&gt;conquer&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one thing I remembered that altered my outlook is that I have a Sovereign and Omnipotent God Who is in complete control of every situation. He will not fail me! My Heavenly Father knows what I have to accomplish, He knows how much time I have left, and He WILL give me the time that I need to do my best and get &lt;strong&gt;everything&lt;/strong&gt; done!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The &lt;strong&gt;LORD will perfect that which concerneth me&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Thy mercy, O LORD, endureth for ever:&lt;br /&gt;forsake not the works of Thine own hands." Psalms 138:8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I &lt;strong&gt;can &lt;/strong&gt;do &lt;strong&gt;all things&lt;/strong&gt; through Christ&lt;br /&gt;which strengtheneth me." Philippians 4:13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He manages perfectly,&lt;br /&gt;day and night,&lt;br /&gt;year in and year out,&lt;br /&gt;the moving of the stars,&lt;br /&gt;the wheeling of the planets,&lt;br /&gt;the staggering coordinator of events.&lt;br /&gt;There is no doubt&lt;br /&gt;that He can manage the timing of my days and weeks." ~ Elizabeth Elliot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6284843637036288441-7609337613355887939?l=teapotstestimony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teapotstestimony.blogspot.com/feeds/7609337613355887939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teapotstestimony.blogspot.com/2009/06/time-is-flying-by-and-work-load-is.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284843637036288441/posts/default/7609337613355887939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284843637036288441/posts/default/7609337613355887939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teapotstestimony.blogspot.com/2009/06/time-is-flying-by-and-work-load-is.html' title='Despair... hope... DETERMINATION!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06616970949518206525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W1_a6DBGgQE/ScvaojXqcbI/AAAAAAAAABM/oAkzFBDbMCQ/S220/IMG_4508_IIII.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284843637036288441.post-345833973929603039</id><published>2009-05-28T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T15:46:06.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SEPAE06 ~ Photography Scavenger Hunt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;These are pictures that I took for a scavenger hunt during Advanced EXCEL for one of my assignments. Like most scavenger hunts, this is a very unique assortment of pictures of random items that our leadership thought would be fun. Hope you enjoy them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W1_a6DBGgQE/Sh9CPyMga6I/AAAAAAAAABs/hYvDC1xvwjQ/s1600-h/_0000012b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341060522024397730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W1_a6DBGgQE/Sh9CPyMga6I/AAAAAAAAABs/hYvDC1xvwjQ/s400/_0000012b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1.) STAPLER ~ This useful tool has been a tremendous help in keeping my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;AE&lt;/span&gt; assignments organized. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hoorah&lt;/span&gt; for this invention! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W1_a6DBGgQE/Sh9CP3ZJuBI/AAAAAAAAAB0/e1WN4Z2j_o0/s1600-h/IMG_3293bb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341060523419613202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 315px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W1_a6DBGgQE/Sh9CP3ZJuBI/AAAAAAAAAB0/e1WN4Z2j_o0/s400/IMG_3293bb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2.) REFLECTIONS ~ My brother and two of my friends being reflected in a large window at the Milwaukee Brewers stadium. (We got up to stretch our legs during the game, and I decided that this would be a perfect opportunity to take a "reflections" picture of some people who mean a lot to me.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W1_a6DBGgQE/Sh9CQKI6M1I/AAAAAAAAAB8/dGvxmkMrefw/s1600-h/IMG_3316b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341060528451760978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 307px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W1_a6DBGgQE/Sh9CQKI6M1I/AAAAAAAAAB8/dGvxmkMrefw/s400/IMG_3316b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3.) LEAP ~ Little Campbell, one of the boys that I babysit for, has no fear of heights. Problem! :) He readily agreed to leap off of the footstool so I could take a picture of him while he was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;airborne&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W1_a6DBGgQE/Sh9CQSw7pOI/AAAAAAAAACE/aXEAgwdeUaM/s1600-h/_0000096b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341060530767111394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W1_a6DBGgQE/Sh9CQSw7pOI/AAAAAAAAACE/aXEAgwdeUaM/s400/_0000096b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 4.) FEARS ~ One of my major fears is summed up perfectly in this photo: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FAILURE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;With God as my sufficiency and strength, I can give all of my fears to Him and trust that He is in control and will not let me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W1_a6DBGgQE/Sh9CQqgM19I/AAAAAAAAACM/E2sxmfumbm8/s1600-h/_0000028b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341060537139386322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W1_a6DBGgQE/Sh9CQqgM19I/AAAAAAAAACM/E2sxmfumbm8/s400/_0000028b.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;5.) COFFEE ~ Starbucks... Opening Bell... Saturdays... friends... All of these words remind me of the fun memories that my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;AE&lt;/span&gt; friends and I made while we were in Dallas, TX. I love you girls!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W1_a6DBGgQE/Sh9Dc2k0ewI/AAAAAAAAAC0/QNXEXxHg5Uo/s1600-h/_0000042b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341061846050044674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 305px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W1_a6DBGgQE/Sh9Dc2k0ewI/AAAAAAAAAC0/QNXEXxHg5Uo/s400/_0000042b.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;6.) TIME ~ Without my watch to tell me what time it is, where would I be? LATE-- that's where!!! "Five minutes early is on time, on time is late, and late is unacceptable!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W1_a6DBGgQE/Sh9Dcr6tySI/AAAAAAAAACs/ZPDed-TPEkk/s1600-h/_0000166b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341061843189090594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W1_a6DBGgQE/Sh9Dcr6tySI/AAAAAAAAACs/ZPDed-TPEkk/s400/_0000166b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;7.) SQUIRREL ~ "Hey, they said this was the best diner in town. Where is all of the food? Did someone take a day off or did my larger cousins have a party without me?!?" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W1_a6DBGgQE/Sh9Dca4ZJvI/AAAAAAAAACk/u56BdkDeAgs/s1600-h/_0000126b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341061838615946994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 305px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W1_a6DBGgQE/Sh9Dca4ZJvI/AAAAAAAAACk/u56BdkDeAgs/s400/_0000126b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;8.) WHITE TRASH ~ Random, I know. Don't ask me where the idea for this subject came from! :) Generally, I don't go around taking pictures of trash, but if it is an assignment, that is a while different story. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W1_a6DBGgQE/Sh9DcVYuWrI/AAAAAAAAACc/djg4JaFjAso/s1600-h/IMG_3305b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341061837140941490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 313px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W1_a6DBGgQE/Sh9DcVYuWrI/AAAAAAAAACc/djg4JaFjAso/s400/IMG_3305b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 9.) DATE ~ My cell phone scheduler marks a date that will stand out in my memory for years to come, the day that my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;AE&lt;/span&gt; sisters and I walk the isle for graduation, the culmination of our months of hard work! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;DMC&lt;/span&gt;-- here I come!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W1_a6DBGgQE/Sh9DcMzTIAI/AAAAAAAAACU/wBQEW8JAMAQ/s1600-h/_0000216b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341061834836484098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W1_a6DBGgQE/Sh9DcMzTIAI/AAAAAAAAACU/wBQEW8JAMAQ/s400/_0000216b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 10.) POLICE ~ Never underestimate the effectiveness of a Lego Police officer! He may look small, but his heart is large in proportion. As long as the mission has been accomplished, who cares if he is only an inch and a half tall!?! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W1_a6DBGgQE/Sh9EH2TubNI/AAAAAAAAADM/i4snU3a-0fc/s1600-h/_0000056c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341062584712719570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W1_a6DBGgQE/Sh9EH2TubNI/AAAAAAAAADM/i4snU3a-0fc/s400/_0000056c.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;11.) SELF &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;PORTRAIT&lt;/span&gt; ~ I have come to believe that self &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;portraits&lt;/span&gt; are one of the most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;frustrating&lt;/span&gt; pictures to take! Not only does the face have to be in focus, the subject needs to be smiling, and the photographer (which is one &amp;amp; the same as the subject) has to &lt;em&gt;like&lt;/em&gt; the picture!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W1_a6DBGgQE/Sh9EHRhXLTI/AAAAAAAAADE/HuWPhqsXQbM/s1600-h/_0000221b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341062574837804338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W1_a6DBGgQE/Sh9EHRhXLTI/AAAAAAAAADE/HuWPhqsXQbM/s400/_0000221b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;12.) MAKING A STATEMENT ~ My little brother Levi, making a statement. He is glad to be alive and wants other people to realize the precious value of the human lives that God has created.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W1_a6DBGgQE/Sh9EHET2ngI/AAAAAAAAAC8/V-jn81fk-e8/s1600-h/IMG_3285b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341062571291483650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W1_a6DBGgQE/Sh9EHET2ngI/AAAAAAAAAC8/V-jn81fk-e8/s400/IMG_3285b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;13.) A MEMORY ~ My first Brewers game!!! The game itself, as far as the baseball goes, was very boring. Our team lost, big time. The evening, however, was turned into a good memory because I had a terrific time with my friends and family! Thank the Lord for Christian fellowship!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6284843637036288441-345833973929603039?l=teapotstestimony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teapotstestimony.blogspot.com/feeds/345833973929603039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teapotstestimony.blogspot.com/2009/05/photography-scavenger-hunt.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284843637036288441/posts/default/345833973929603039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284843637036288441/posts/default/345833973929603039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teapotstestimony.blogspot.com/2009/05/photography-scavenger-hunt.html' title='SEPAE06 ~ Photography Scavenger Hunt'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06616970949518206525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W1_a6DBGgQE/ScvaojXqcbI/AAAAAAAAABM/oAkzFBDbMCQ/S220/IMG_4508_IIII.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W1_a6DBGgQE/Sh9CPyMga6I/AAAAAAAAABs/hYvDC1xvwjQ/s72-c/_0000012b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284843637036288441.post-8478241455162774734</id><published>2009-05-18T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T08:39:41.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's a princess to do about knights, squires, and pages?</title><content type='html'>Knights in shining armor, white horses, and beautiful princesses waiting in their fathers’ castles symbolize the dreams of many little girls. They long to someday meet and fall in love with their own Prince Charming and live happily ever after. Until then, with so many knights, squires, and pages coming to and from the castle each day, many opportunities will arise for these princesses to make casual friendships with these young men. As they seek to save their hearts wholly for the handsome prince that God has chosen for them, what convictions should these maturing princesses have to guard themselves and their future?&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;The convictions that we, as young women, have in the area of casual friendships with guys are vitally important because they will direct the course of our future. As daughters of the King of Kings, our convictions should hold us to the highest standard and should reflect the character of our Heavenly Father. Seeking the Lord’s direction and keeping our thoughts and motives pure in the friendships that we have will enable us to save our hearts for our future husbands and glorify God by our actions. &lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;In Scripture, Timothy is one example of a young person who carefully used the relationships in his life for good.  Timothy was a young man with the great responsibility of encouraging and shepherding a growing Christian congregation. As a leader, other people would especially be watching the friendships that he made and the way that he treated those around him. The apostle Paul advised Timothy to “rebuke not an elder, but intreat him as a father; and the younger men as brethren; the elder women as mothers; the younger as sisters, with all purity.” I Timothy 5:1-2.&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;The wise fatherly advice that Paul gave to Timothy about relationships applies to us as Christian young ladies as well. Each one of us is a leader, and whether we realize it or not, other people are watching the friends that we hang out with and the way that we act while we are around them. By observing my own friends and the friendships that they have made, I have been better able to make my own convictions about casual friendships with guys.&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;Personally, I have found that staying in groups and spending time together as families is one of the best ways for me to keep casual friendships casual. Also, as I stay under my parents’ authority, I have the added benefit of their wisdom and guidance. God has designed my parents and my family structure for my protection. Since all of my “guy” friends are friends of the family, I am free to be myself and treat all of them as I would my brothers in Christ.&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;One note of caution that I would give to my sisters in Christ is that, even with casual guy/girl friendships, one or the other can easily be emotionally hurt if we are not careful. I have seen it happen in the lives of some of my friends, and that emotional wounding is not the best that God would have us experience. Keeping our thoughts, actions, and motives pure will help us to better be able to save ourselves for our future husbands and also will give us a clear conscience in case others’ feelings are hurt in the process.&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;Remember that whatever convictions you choose to adopt as your own in the area of casual friendships with guys should be based on being beyond reproach, so that a stumbling block is not put in another’s way.&lt;a title="" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn1" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6284843637036288441#_ftn1" name="_ftnref1"&gt;[1]&lt;/a&gt; As you prayerfully consider what convictions you need to make, ask your parents for their counsel and take time to evaluate your heart to make sure it is right before the Lord. Then, be a princess whose testimony is a beautiful reflection of the character of her omniscient Sovereign and glorify Him with all that you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn1" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6284843637036288441#_ftnref1" name="_ftn1"&gt;[1]&lt;/a&gt; See Romans 14:13, 1 Corinthians 8:9, 1 Thessalonians 4:6, and Philippians 2:15.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6284843637036288441-8478241455162774734?l=teapotstestimony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teapotstestimony.blogspot.com/feeds/8478241455162774734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teapotstestimony.blogspot.com/2009/05/whats-princess-to-do-about-knights.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284843637036288441/posts/default/8478241455162774734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284843637036288441/posts/default/8478241455162774734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teapotstestimony.blogspot.com/2009/05/whats-princess-to-do-about-knights.html' title='What&apos;s a princess to do about knights, squires, and pages?'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06616970949518206525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W1_a6DBGgQE/ScvaojXqcbI/AAAAAAAAABM/oAkzFBDbMCQ/S220/IMG_4508_IIII.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284843637036288441.post-8673343348335955120</id><published>2009-05-04T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T10:16:20.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Less Of Me"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The message of this song is so important! May we all be reminded to think less about our self and more about those whom the Lord has brought into our lives! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"Less Of Me" by Glen Campbell &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Let me be a little kinder, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Let me be a little blinder, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;To the faults of those around me— &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Let me praise a little more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Let me be, when I am weary, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Just a little bit more cheery! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Think a little more of others &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And a little less of me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Let me be a little braver &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;When temptation bids me waiver, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Let me strive a little harder &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;To be all that I should be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Let me be a little meeker &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;With a brother who is weaker. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Think a little more of others &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And a little less of me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Let me be, when I am weary, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Just a little bit more cheery. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Let me serve a little better &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Those that I am striving for. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Let me be a little meeker &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;With the brother who is weaker, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Think a little more of others &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And a little less of me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6284843637036288441-8673343348335955120?l=teapotstestimony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teapotstestimony.blogspot.com/feeds/8673343348335955120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teapotstestimony.blogspot.com/2009/05/less-of-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284843637036288441/posts/default/8673343348335955120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284843637036288441/posts/default/8673343348335955120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teapotstestimony.blogspot.com/2009/05/less-of-me.html' title='&quot;Less Of Me&quot;'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06616970949518206525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W1_a6DBGgQE/ScvaojXqcbI/AAAAAAAAABM/oAkzFBDbMCQ/S220/IMG_4508_IIII.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284843637036288441.post-4103016630439120239</id><published>2009-04-27T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T10:47:39.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy, oh, happy!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In my opinion, Mondays call for a "happy list"! No mater what day of the week it is, no matter how the day is going, there is always something that we can find to be grateful for. 1 Thessalonians 5:18 says, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"In &lt;em&gt;every thing&lt;/em&gt; give thanks: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;for this is the will of God &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;in Christ Jesus concerning you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I am going to go through the alphabet to make a list of twenty-six things that I am thankful for and that make me happy. I hope that you will enjoy the list and that some of them will make you happy, too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;A ~ Advanced EXCEL and all of the memories that my friends and I have made and will make together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;B ~Blueberry cheesecake, especially the way that my grandma makes it (and just cheese cake in general)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;C ~ COFFEE, especially Starbucks, with tons of creamer and sugar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;D ~ Dove Dark CHOCOLATE (or any kind of chocolate for that matter)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;E ~ &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Espresso&lt;/span&gt;- in my coffee of course :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;F ~ &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Frappachino&lt;/span&gt;! Sorry, my mind is on coffee this evening! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;G ~ Going on trips with my family- the "where" does not matter so much as "with whom"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;H ~ Helping my mother with stuff around the house, with meal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;preparation&lt;/span&gt;, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;I ~ Investing in the lives of others. You never can tell what sort of a difference a little smile or a kind deed will do in someone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;else's&lt;/span&gt; life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;J ~ Just being with my dear friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;K ~ Keeping things organized and clean :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;L ~ Lattes, especially mocha or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;vanilla&lt;/span&gt; ones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;M ~ Making others time more profitable and helping them to succeed by giving of my time and myself. I have yet to find something more rewarding! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;N ~ New days to enjoy all of the treasures that God is bringing in them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;O ~ One hour dates with the Love of my life Who gave Himself because I was so precious to Him. Oh, how I love Him! Let me count the ways...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;P ~ Pies of all kinds, especially apple, pumpkin, strawberry, and lemon &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;marange&lt;/span&gt; (and caramel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;marange&lt;/span&gt;, too!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Q ~ Quiet days with little to do and lots of time to enjoy doing it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;R ~ Resting safely in my Saviors love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;S ~ Spending time with special younger brothers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;T ~ Teaching Children's Institute!!! I think I left half of my heart with the four through seven year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt;... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;U ~ Understanding, like-minded Christian friends who will listen, love, encourage, and admonish and know when and how to do each one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;V ~ Victoriously productive days, thanks to God's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Almighty&lt;/span&gt; hand of blessing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;W ~ Watching the way God works everything out for my good! Even when things look like a complete mess, I love knowing that my Heavenly Father has a plan and will do the impossible in and through my life as I trust His sufficiency!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;X ~ X-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt; signs that I pass by when I am out on a walk with my family or friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Y ~ Yummy meals with friends, family, food, and fellowship (four of my favorite F's by the way) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Z ~ &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Zpending&lt;/span&gt; (or should I say spending) time with my dear daddy!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Happy, oh, happy! Happy in the Lord!!!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6284843637036288441-4103016630439120239?l=teapotstestimony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teapotstestimony.blogspot.com/feeds/4103016630439120239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teapotstestimony.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-oh-happy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284843637036288441/posts/default/4103016630439120239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284843637036288441/posts/default/4103016630439120239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teapotstestimony.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-oh-happy.html' title='Happy, oh, happy!!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06616970949518206525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W1_a6DBGgQE/ScvaojXqcbI/AAAAAAAAABM/oAkzFBDbMCQ/S220/IMG_4508_IIII.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284843637036288441.post-950691976130486279</id><published>2009-04-23T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T14:35:58.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Communicating Convictions</title><content type='html'>As Christians, the convictions that we adopt as our own are very important because they will shape the course of our future. How do we effectively communicate these convictions with others without being judgemental or offending them? How can we live out our convictions while showing deference to others, without being in fear of man? As I thought about this topic, I decided to use an example of a time when I was in situation where I needed to live out the convictions that the Lord had laid upon my heart to share with you ways that I have found helpful in enabling me to honor God while remaining in harmony with others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A large group of us were going to Six Flags Great America for a fun day of recreation. It was the week of our anticipated trip, and we had a few last minute details to finalize. “So we can look like a group, without being completely matching, we are all going to be wearing plaid shorts and solid shirts,” my friends informed me.  Unintentionally, my friends had put me into a quandary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking like a group was a great idea, but there was one problem – I don’t wear shorts. It’s not that wearing shorts is a sin, but simply that wearing them would violate my personal convictions. I wanted to fit in. How do I show deference to others and live out my convictions at the same time, without worrying about what people may think of me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After re-evaluating my convictions based on God’s Word and what He has taught me personally, I was reminded that Christ is the only one that I should be comparing myself to. He is the balance that I am required to measure up to. When my convictions are consistent with Christ’s character, my confidence comes from Him, and I have the courage that I need, to do what is right, even if it is unpopular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to living out my convictions, my attitude is extremely important. Because people are very sensitive to attitudes, sincerity is a powerful key to living peacefully with others. If I am acting out of fear, then I am being a poor witness for Christ and damaging His reputation. If my heart attitude is prideful, then people who sense my critical spirit will be offended and may react harshly. By making sure that my motives are pure and that my attitude is one of humility, I am able to make decisions based on what I believe while promoting harmony with those whose standards are different from my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my convictions are Biblically based and my attitude is correct, then I can look for a way to make a compromise— not of my convictions, but of the way that I choose to carry them out. To solve my clothing dilemma for our trip to Great America, I wore a plaid skirt, instead of plaid shorts. My friends and I were able to achieve the uniform appearance that we wanted, and, at the same time, I was able to honor my convictions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a wonderful day at Great America and made a lot of terrific memories. Because of the decision that I made, peace and harmony were maintained, no one was offended, and my friends respected me for living by what I believed.  Our time there was made even more enjoyable because I chose to show deference to my friends, while living out my convictions in a way that pleased my Heavenly Father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next time that you find yourself in a situation where one of your convictions is different from someone else’s, try doing these three things. First, evaluate your conviction to make sure it is firmly grounded in God’s Word. Secondly, check your attitude to make sure it is glorifying to God. Finally, look for a way to make a compromise that will promote harmony and encourage others to do what they know is right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6284843637036288441-950691976130486279?l=teapotstestimony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teapotstestimony.blogspot.com/feeds/950691976130486279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teapotstestimony.blogspot.com/2009/04/communicating-convictions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284843637036288441/posts/default/950691976130486279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284843637036288441/posts/default/950691976130486279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teapotstestimony.blogspot.com/2009/04/communicating-convictions.html' title='Communicating Convictions'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06616970949518206525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W1_a6DBGgQE/ScvaojXqcbI/AAAAAAAAABM/oAkzFBDbMCQ/S220/IMG_4508_IIII.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284843637036288441.post-2881368731616335156</id><published>2009-04-13T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T14:36:29.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What kind of bridges are you building?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last week, I read &lt;em&gt;Leadership Gold: Lessons I've Learned from a Lifetime of Leading&lt;/em&gt; by John C. Maxwell. It was a very good book on leadership and I learned a lot from it. At the very end of the book, Mr. Maxwell included a poem by a Tennessee poet named Will Allen Dromgoole. The poem, entitled "The Bridge Builder" made an impression on me and I would like to share it with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;“The Bridge Builder” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;An old man, going a lone highway,&lt;br /&gt;Came at the evening, cold and gray,&lt;br /&gt;To chasm, vast and deep and wide,&lt;br /&gt;Through which was flowing a sullen tide.&lt;br /&gt;The old man crossed in the twilight dim;&lt;br /&gt;The sullen stream had no fears for him;&lt;br /&gt;But he turned when safe on the other side&lt;br /&gt;And built a bridge to span the tide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Old man,” said a fellow pilgrim near,&lt;br /&gt;“You are wasting strength with building here;&lt;br /&gt;Your journey will end with the ending day;&lt;br /&gt;You never again must pass this way;&lt;br /&gt;You have crossed the chasm, deep and wide—&lt;br /&gt;Why build you a bridge at the eventide?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The builder lifted his old gray head:&lt;br /&gt;“Good friend, in the path I have come,” he said,&lt;br /&gt;“There followeth after me today&lt;br /&gt;A youth whose feet must pass this way.&lt;br /&gt;This chasm that has been naught to me&lt;br /&gt;To that fair-haired youth may a pit-fall be,&lt;br /&gt;He, too, must cross in the twilight dim;&lt;br /&gt;Good friend, I am building the bridge for him.”&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Each one of us is building a &lt;em&gt;bridge &lt;/em&gt;for those who will follow us. What kind of bridge are we building? Will it be sturdy enough to withstand the test of time? Will it be safe enough that even the feeblest child can cross it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Christ as our sure foundation, let's do our best with the resources that we have been given so that the bridges we build for those who are following in our footsteps will withstand the tests that are placed upon them. (See 1 Corinthians 3:10-15).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6284843637036288441-2881368731616335156?l=teapotstestimony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teapotstestimony.blogspot.com/feeds/2881368731616335156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teapotstestimony.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-kind-of-bridges-are-you-building.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284843637036288441/posts/default/2881368731616335156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284843637036288441/posts/default/2881368731616335156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teapotstestimony.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-kind-of-bridges-are-you-building.html' title='What kind of bridges are you building?'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06616970949518206525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W1_a6DBGgQE/ScvaojXqcbI/AAAAAAAAABM/oAkzFBDbMCQ/S220/IMG_4508_IIII.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284843637036288441.post-3826742825514833519</id><published>2009-04-08T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T14:36:54.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He Keeps Me Singing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Written by Luther B. Bridges, the hymn "He Keeps Me Singing" has been a blessing to me. As the joy of the Lord is my strength, God's song fills my heart and I am able to sing His praises. &lt;strong&gt;My Savior truly does keep me singing! &lt;/strong&gt;May God be your strength and give you a song to encourage your heart as you continue to live for His glory!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;There’s within my heart a melody&lt;br /&gt;Jesus whispers sweet and low,&lt;br /&gt;“Fear not, I am with thee, peace, be still,”&lt;br /&gt;In all of life’s ebb and flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, Jesus, Jesus—&lt;br /&gt;Sweetest Name I know,&lt;br /&gt;Fills my every longing,&lt;br /&gt;Keeps me singing as I go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my life was wrecked by sin and strife,&lt;br /&gt;Discord filled my heart with pain;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus swept across the broken strings,&lt;br /&gt;Stirred the slumbering chords again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feasting on the riches of His grace,&lt;br /&gt;Resting ’neath His sheltering wing,&lt;br /&gt;Always looking on His smiling face—&lt;br /&gt;That is why I shout and sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, Jesus, Jesus—&lt;br /&gt;Sweetest Name I know,&lt;br /&gt;Fills my every longing,&lt;br /&gt;Keeps me singing as I go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though sometimes He leads through waters deep,&lt;br /&gt;Trials fall across the way,&lt;br /&gt;Though sometimes the path seems rough and steep,&lt;br /&gt;See His footprints all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon He’s coming back to welcome me&lt;br /&gt;Far beyond the starry sky;&lt;br /&gt;I shall wing my flight to worlds unknown,&lt;br /&gt;I shall reign with Him on high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, Jesus, Jesus—&lt;br /&gt;Sweetest Name I know,&lt;br /&gt;Fills my every longing,&lt;br /&gt;Keeps me singing as I go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6284843637036288441-3826742825514833519?l=teapotstestimony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teapotstestimony.blogspot.com/feeds/3826742825514833519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teapotstestimony.blogspot.com/2009/04/he-keeps-me-singing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284843637036288441/posts/default/3826742825514833519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284843637036288441/posts/default/3826742825514833519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teapotstestimony.blogspot.com/2009/04/he-keeps-me-singing.html' title='He Keeps Me Singing!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06616970949518206525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W1_a6DBGgQE/ScvaojXqcbI/AAAAAAAAABM/oAkzFBDbMCQ/S220/IMG_4508_IIII.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284843637036288441.post-7830735425785389716</id><published>2009-03-30T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T05:32:39.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miserable Mondays to Manageable Mondays</title><content type='html'>I don't know about you, but Mondays are almost always a difficult day for me. During the week everything looks manageable and, on the weekends, I subconsciously manage to tuck my “to do” list away and forget about it. Then, Monday shows up, and down crumbles my optimistic attitude and my sense of control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stretching from desk to ceiling in an unending pile, papers wait, calling for my attention. The longer I stare at the mountainous stack, the more intimidating it becomes. Growing with each passing second, first paper by paper, then chunk by chunk, the work load increases in size faster than I can complete it. There is too much to do, and the harder I try to get everything done, the more I find still unfinished. In panic, I frantically try to fix all of the problems at the same time, only succeeding in setting myself up for frustration and defeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My focus is on &lt;em&gt;myself&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; problem, and &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; incapability. As long as my point of reference is myself, I am going to end up being discouraged. In despair, I will continue to try to change myself and to do everything in my own strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;This hopeless process is not what God intended for me. God wants Christ to be my point of reference. When I truly realize that I have died to myself and that Christ, living in me, accomplishes everything for me, then I can tackle the tasks that I am called to do because it is not I, but really Christ working through me, as me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;When Christ is my point of reference, somehow the pile on my desk doesn’t look so overwhelming. I can take the projects one at a time, and He will work through me, as me, to get each job done. Since my focus is on God, I am free to trust Him. Jesus Christ is the same yesterday, today, and forever, and He will be sufficient in and through each aspect of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I hope this has been a blessing to any of you who, like me, want to enjoy each day that God blesses us with, but have a hard time keeping our focus on Christ and His sufficiency when Monday morning shows up. With His grace, we can say, "Mondays — here I come!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6284843637036288441-7830735425785389716?l=teapotstestimony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teapotstestimony.blogspot.com/feeds/7830735425785389716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teapotstestimony.blogspot.com/2009/03/miserable-mondays-to-manageable-mondays.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284843637036288441/posts/default/7830735425785389716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284843637036288441/posts/default/7830735425785389716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teapotstestimony.blogspot.com/2009/03/miserable-mondays-to-manageable-mondays.html' title='Miserable Mondays to Manageable Mondays'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06616970949518206525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W1_a6DBGgQE/ScvaojXqcbI/AAAAAAAAABM/oAkzFBDbMCQ/S220/IMG_4508_IIII.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284843637036288441.post-7204548606154361638</id><published>2009-03-16T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T13:18:32.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Teapot’s Testimony</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Etched with purple violets, a lovely teapot sits on a shelf in my room, waiting for the day when it will be filled with sweet, refreshing tea. Even though it cannot talk, my teapot is an example of my life in Christ. Beautiful in shape and design, it testifies of the pleasure of a life dedicated to my Lord’s service. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Specially crafted by expert hands, my little teapot is a tribute to its artist’s creativity. By being content with its design, it fulfills the special purpose which it was created for and does the job that no coffee pot, milk jug, or glass pitcher could do. In the same way, I have been beautifully designed by the most skillful Master Craftsman, my Heavenly Father. He has given me a purpose that only I can fulfill. As I continue to allow Him to make me into a vessel of honor, I am free to be content with how He made me and bring glory to His name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Empty and alone, my teapot’s only value comes from its appearance which, although pleasing to the eye, eventually looses its appeal. When filled with tea, however, it brings joy to our taste buds and a warm, homey feeling that chases away weariness and sorrow. Similarly, when the abundance of God’s love fills me, life has purpose and meaning. In joyful obedience, I can sing of His praise and be a channel through which He pours out His blessing to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The once hot pot of tea sits cooled and unwanted on a trivet. Its delicious refreshment has lost the fervor and appeal that it had only a few short hours before. The only way to restore the tea to its original state is to place the pot back on the extreme heat of the stove burner. Like the teapot, the only way that I am able to be a continual blessing to God and to those around me is by remaining close to the Ultimate Source of my abundant life. As I patiently endure in the furnace of life’s challenges, my Creator purifies and restores me until the sweetness of His character bubbles forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My teapot and I have so much in common. The analogies are limitless. As I return home, my floral teapot will be a continual reminder to me of the many facets of my Christian life and the fulfillment that comes from living a life freely poured out for God’s glory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6284843637036288441-7204548606154361638?l=teapotstestimony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teapotstestimony.blogspot.com/feeds/7204548606154361638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teapotstestimony.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-teapots-testimony.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284843637036288441/posts/default/7204548606154361638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284843637036288441/posts/default/7204548606154361638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teapotstestimony.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-teapots-testimony.html' title='My Teapot’s Testimony'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06616970949518206525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W1_a6DBGgQE/ScvaojXqcbI/AAAAAAAAABM/oAkzFBDbMCQ/S220/IMG_4508_IIII.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
