<?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-8323543058306391899</id><updated>2011-11-27T15:44:30.377-08:00</updated><category term='holyweek'/><category term='torch'/><category term='pride'/><category term='believe'/><category term='three'/><category term='free'/><category term='light'/><category term='death'/><category term='endurance'/><category term='courage'/><category term='fools'/><category term='christian'/><category term='senses'/><category term='holyday'/><category term='Simple Woman&apos;s Daybook - Holy week'/><category term='forgiven'/><category term='valentines'/><category term='noah'/><category term='nurture'/><category term='sorrowful.'/><category term='mary'/><category term='meditation'/><category term='branches'/><category term='suspicion'/><category term='glow'/><category term='risen'/><category term='happiness'/><category term='beauty'/><category term='evil'/><category term='mother'/><category term='loving'/><category term='kind'/><category term='graces'/><category term='unknowing'/><category term='suffering'/><category term='invincible'/><category term='hero'/><category term='patient'/><category term='contemplation'/><category term='broken'/><category term='friends'/><category term='healing'/><category term='rosary'/><category term='atheist'/><category term='breadsticks'/><category term='passions'/><category term='forward'/><category term='Peter'/><category term='blessed'/><category term='bible'/><category term='peace'/><category term='jesus'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='sickness'/><category term='judge'/><category term='God'/><category term='brother'/><category term='atheism'/><category term='good friday'/><category term='communication'/><category term='geo'/><category term='ego'/><category term='faith'/><category term='heart'/><category term='powerhouse'/><category term='envy'/><category term='trip'/><category term='Prayer'/><category term='life'/><category term='friendship'/><category term='abraham'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='proud'/><category term='hurts'/><category term='belief'/><category term='strength'/><category term='patience'/><category term='Simple Woman&apos;s Daybook - promises and prayer'/><category term='feelings'/><category term='blasphemy'/><category term='resurrection'/><category term='macau'/><category term='lovers'/><category term='Fr. Berrigan'/><category term='pain'/><category term='lent'/><category term='joseph'/><category term='giver'/><category term='sick'/><category term='tree'/><category term='love'/><category term='david'/><category term='hongkong'/><title type='text'>Distant Feet</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323543058306391899/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfeet.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Distant feet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444324599543486341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y52QyvhvwMU/SNULpwyI5DI/AAAAAAAAAAM/204LKfhVJzE/S220/smredss1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>47</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323543058306391899.post-1544341203077420042</id><published>2009-09-24T01:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T01:24:00.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>September 2009</title><content type='html'>I haven't been writing for the past months . Too much things to do and Time management has been very important with my business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There has been too much going on around, traveling, learning a few things here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Connecting to people from my old town. It is good to be home, somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son loves it, He will have to stay for a month to bond with his grand ma and grand pa who misses him so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never forget to forgive everyday and not relying on my senses. Forgiveness has to be everyday to follow your Shepherd's voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF i am to say  and sum up everyday on september....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;" JESUS SUSTAINS ME!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;May my heart be as blessed as&lt;br /&gt;Our Mother's Heart&lt;br /&gt;Her complete obedience to God's will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="magazine"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8323543058306391899-1544341203077420042?l=distantfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/1544341203077420042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323543058306391899&amp;postID=1544341203077420042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323543058306391899/posts/default/1544341203077420042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323543058306391899/posts/default/1544341203077420042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfeet.blogspot.com/2009/09/september-2009.html' title='September 2009'/><author><name>Distant feet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444324599543486341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y52QyvhvwMU/SNULpwyI5DI/AAAAAAAAAAM/204LKfhVJzE/S220/smredss1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323543058306391899.post-8373336532740783158</id><published>2009-06-07T10:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T10:10:59.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Faith is not necessary when you know how things are going to work out, - that's knowledge. It's in the time of unknowing that having faith is what sees you through to the other side. Faith is what gives you strength. Faith is that light in your heart that keeps on shining even when it's all darkness outside. Now is the time to keep that faith alive!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="magazine"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8323543058306391899-8373336532740783158?l=distantfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/8373336532740783158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323543058306391899&amp;postID=8373336532740783158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323543058306391899/posts/default/8373336532740783158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323543058306391899/posts/default/8373336532740783158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfeet.blogspot.com/2009/06/faith-is-not-necessary-when-you-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Distant feet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444324599543486341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y52QyvhvwMU/SNULpwyI5DI/AAAAAAAAAAM/204LKfhVJzE/S220/smredss1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323543058306391899.post-7998767168092231630</id><published>2009-06-06T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T09:43:16.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus , YOU are the only one We need.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/S_AqncMT7RQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;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/S_AqncMT7RQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span class="magazine"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8323543058306391899-7998767168092231630?l=distantfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/7998767168092231630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323543058306391899&amp;postID=7998767168092231630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323543058306391899/posts/default/7998767168092231630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323543058306391899/posts/default/7998767168092231630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfeet.blogspot.com/2009/06/jesus-you-are-only-one-we-need.html' title='Jesus , YOU are the only one We need.'/><author><name>Distant feet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444324599543486341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y52QyvhvwMU/SNULpwyI5DI/AAAAAAAAAAM/204LKfhVJzE/S220/smredss1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323543058306391899.post-518592541632532049</id><published>2009-06-06T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T09:54:43.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Magnificat and the Prophesy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="magazine"&gt;F &lt;/span&gt;rom henceforth all generations shall call me blessed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the scripture reading, referred to in the Liturgy, as the magnificat (Luke 1:46-55), Mary (Mother of Jesus Christ), prophesied that from that time on all generations would call her blessed, despite many professing Christians choosing not to use this particular title, i.e. Blessed Virgin Mary, throughout the last two thousand years... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that prophecy has still been fulfilled!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y52QyvhvwMU/SiqT_X5DjVI/AAAAAAAAAI8/C1xCFrd7gRE/s1600-h/Magnificat2009May_60.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 407px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y52QyvhvwMU/SiqT_X5DjVI/AAAAAAAAAI8/C1xCFrd7gRE/s320/Magnificat2009May_60.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344246624782880082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Mary said, My soul doth magnify the Lord, And my spirit hath rejoiced in God my Saviour. For he hath regarded the low estate of his handmaiden: for, behold, from henceforth all generations shall call me blessed. For he that is mighty hath done to me great things; and holy is his name. And his mercy is on them that fear him from generation to generation. He hath showed strength with his arm; he hath scattered the proud in the imagination of their hearts. He hath put down the mighty from their seats, and exalted them of low degree. He hath filled the hungry with good things; and the rich he hath sent empty away. He hath holpen his servant Israel, in remembrance of his mercy; As he spake to our fathers, to Abraham, and to his seed for ever.&lt;br /&gt;Luke 1:46-55&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Great Exchange...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other details, included in this prophecy, relate to the future subject of The Great Exchange, where the injustices of this present evil age will be redressed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* The Lord showing the strength of his arm...&lt;br /&gt;* The proud being scattered...&lt;br /&gt;* The mighty being put down...&lt;br /&gt;* The lowly being exalted...&lt;br /&gt;* The hungry filled with good things...&lt;br /&gt;* The rich sent away empty...&lt;br /&gt;* Israel remembered in mercy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Here we have one of the most beautiful proclamation of the love of God in the entire New Testament! Mary, under the influence of the Holy Spirit, prays this song or canticle which has come to be known as the Magnificat. ( Named,  I believe, for the Latin  meaning of the first line regarding the greatness or magnificence of God)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mary, humble servant of God, sings of the great works God does for the lowly, for the hungry, for the servant.  This is another call from Mary to practice humility.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Then Mary in the fourth line states that, &lt;em&gt;“all generations shall call me blessed”.&lt;/em&gt;  How do we reconcile this with her humility? Mary, like the prophets of the Old Testament, is &lt;em&gt;prophesying&lt;/em&gt;.  She is speaking a prophecy for the times to come.  When all the generations call her blessed, she is not being glorified, but God is being glorified in her.  She speaks not of herself, but of God the Father, Son and Holy Spirit each of whom she is intimately related.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And Mary’s prophecy has been fulfilled!  The Catholic church, the Orthodox Churches, and indeed all Christianity recognizes her importance, her blesssedness, in the story of Salvation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;God the Father, we thank you Lord for sending us Mary, who brings us closer to our final goal, Your son Jesus! Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mary’s prophecy,&lt;br /&gt;gives us hope in great degree,&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for Mary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;One country is caught by the SNARE....and it'll be a domino effect to the world.... many who have prayed for his candidacy but God has perfect plan for the world. No matter how the world will try to defy it. It has always and has been " Thy will be done."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us pray for all our leaders, We may be too little in the eyes of some men, even calling us "catholic / religious nuts" but all words will come to pass except for the promise and the word of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Blessed are the meek for they shall inherit the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew 5:5 &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&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/8323543058306391899-518592541632532049?l=distantfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/518592541632532049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323543058306391899&amp;postID=518592541632532049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323543058306391899/posts/default/518592541632532049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323543058306391899/posts/default/518592541632532049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfeet.blogspot.com/2009/06/f-rom-henceforth-all-generations-shall.html' title='The Magnificat and the Prophesy...'/><author><name>Distant feet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444324599543486341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y52QyvhvwMU/SNULpwyI5DI/AAAAAAAAAAM/204LKfhVJzE/S220/smredss1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y52QyvhvwMU/SiqT_X5DjVI/AAAAAAAAAI8/C1xCFrd7gRE/s72-c/Magnificat2009May_60.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323543058306391899.post-8852185897066528747</id><published>2009-05-22T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T21:04:42.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The start of the DARK era</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="magazine"&gt; I&lt;/span&gt;n some scene years ago in chat, I often hear about fellow christians trying to argue with a lot of things, especially about the bible and how it was interpreted. " The Christians" in the truest sense of the word. "Christians" all denominations that had believed on Christ's resurrection and as being the son of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time there is a debate like this, I have learned to not take it personally, And i go on doing my thing instead, trying to follow what is good. What is good? i would say being a follower of "Christ's work" and doing it passionately is whom i call the true Christians, no matter what denomations they belong.&lt;br /&gt;It is really LOVE that moves me and how a person delivers it to his/her own life.&lt;br /&gt;Meekness &amp;amp; courage of the heart to love without human gratification.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Difficult. but it is achievable. How? ..... a Christian will find out how.&lt;br /&gt;Each one of us has a different way of converting our mind, heart and soul. Individually , We are what we are , and so God works with us according to how we take HIM in.&lt;br /&gt;Some are fast learners , some are just too tight and too afraid , some are just complacent. Some  just rely too much on their intelligence that in the end up doing and saying stupid things... I need not say a lot of things, So i wouldn't judge people by their actions. I leave it to the higher beings to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am like anyone , a sinner , a searcher very imperfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but reading most of what's happening to the world today had made me think...&lt;br /&gt;Could this be an era where Christians gather and instead of displaying their self made righteouness, that they fight this battle against abortion?&lt;br /&gt;Indeed no matter how i watch President's obama's platform on abortion. My conscious mind and my heart, SAYS it doesn't feel right, nor doesn't equal to being right. No equation will bring me to say , Yes,  He is right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have given him the benefit of the doubt , even if my heart says , " no need to watch it" My mind had to be satisfied on hearing him, just to hear what he has to say.&lt;br /&gt;I feel a certain shame, hearing him speak , as if he revealed his true self - the core of his values. He is nothing different. He is just another politician who wants power and he wants to have a taste of it while it lasts and I feel Americans didn't have any choice but to put their bets on him as their ultimate HOPE .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After hearing his stimulus plan, I sighed. Nothing is really new, just newly constructed phrases.&lt;br /&gt;New voice , new hope? I wish.&lt;br /&gt;God Bless America! ( praying)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posting this and i absolutely agree with Rev. Piper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/O68MByaMVdM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/O68MByaMVdM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="340" width="560"&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/8323543058306391899-8852185897066528747?l=distantfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/8852185897066528747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323543058306391899&amp;postID=8852185897066528747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323543058306391899/posts/default/8852185897066528747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323543058306391899/posts/default/8852185897066528747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfeet.blogspot.com/2009/05/in-some-scene-years-ago-in-chat-i-often.html' title='The start of the DARK era'/><author><name>Distant feet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444324599543486341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y52QyvhvwMU/SNULpwyI5DI/AAAAAAAAAAM/204LKfhVJzE/S220/smredss1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323543058306391899.post-6638128695200855583</id><published>2009-05-13T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T23:05:22.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My favorite reminder of the month:</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 style="text-align: center;" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Like a moth in clothing, sorrow gnaws at the human heart" Prov. 25:20. Sadness is a sure path to defeat. If ever we feel our heart attacked by sadness, let us examine the quality of our love and see where we really have placed our heart. Probably in ourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;span class="magazine"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8323543058306391899-6638128695200855583?l=distantfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/6638128695200855583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323543058306391899&amp;postID=6638128695200855583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323543058306391899/posts/default/6638128695200855583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323543058306391899/posts/default/6638128695200855583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfeet.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-favorite-reminder-of-month.html' title='My favorite reminder of the month:'/><author><name>Distant feet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444324599543486341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y52QyvhvwMU/SNULpwyI5DI/AAAAAAAAAAM/204LKfhVJzE/S220/smredss1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323543058306391899.post-3056761278819706527</id><published>2009-05-10T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T10:17:26.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May Feelings II Video</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dsQeyDZJ_HQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&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/dsQeyDZJ_HQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span class="magazine"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8323543058306391899-3056761278819706527?l=distantfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/3056761278819706527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323543058306391899&amp;postID=3056761278819706527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323543058306391899/posts/default/3056761278819706527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323543058306391899/posts/default/3056761278819706527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfeet.blogspot.com/2009/05/may-feelings-ii-video.html' title='May Feelings II Video'/><author><name>Distant feet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444324599543486341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y52QyvhvwMU/SNULpwyI5DI/AAAAAAAAAAM/204LKfhVJzE/S220/smredss1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323543058306391899.post-1633741729582849187</id><published>2009-05-10T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T10:16:25.159-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='three'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='branches'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tree'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='believe'/><title type='text'>Three Trees.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="magazine"&gt;F &lt;/span&gt;or those of you who dream I say: dream high and your dreams will fall short because God, who is a better dreamer, dreams about you. Believe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a well known story you might want to read or re-read again just in case you forgot its moral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Once upon a time there were three trees on a hill in the woods. They were discussing their hopes and dreams when the first tree said, "Someday I hope to be a treasure chest. I could be filled with gold, silver and precious gems. I could be decorated with intricate carving and everyone would see the beauty."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the second tree said, "Someday I will be a mighty ship. I will take kings and queens across the waters and sail to the corners of the world. Everyone will feel safe in me because of the strength of my hull."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the third tree said, "I want to grow to be the tallest and straightest tree in the forest. People will see me on top of the hill and look up to my branches, and think of the heavens and God and how close to them I am reaching. I will be the greatest tree of all time and people will always remember me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few years of praying that their dreams would come true, a group of woodsmen came upon the trees. When one came to the first tree he said, "This looks like a strong tree, I think I should be able to sell the wood to a carpenter," and he began cutting it down. The tree was happy, because he knew that the carpenter would make him into a treasure chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the second tree the woodsman said, "This looks like a strong tree, I should be able to sell it to the shipyard." The second tree was happy because he knew he was on his way to becoming a mighty ship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the woodsmen came upon the third tree, the tree was frightened because he knew that if they cut him down his dreams would not come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the woodsmen said, "I don't need anything special from my tree, I'll take this one," and he cut it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the first tree arrived at the carpenters, he was made into a feed box for animals. He was then placed in a barn and filled with hay. This was not at all what he had prayed for The second tree was cut and made into a small fishing boat. His dreams of being a mighty ship and carrying kings had come to an end. The third tree was cut into large pieces and left alone in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The years went by, and the trees forgot about their dreams. Then one day, a man and woman came to the barn. She gave birth and they placed the baby in the hay in the feed box that was made from the first tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man wished that he could have made a crib for the baby, but this manger would have to do. The tree could feel the importance of this event and knew that it had held the greatest treasure of all time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years later, a group of men got in the fishing boat made from the second tree. One of them was tired and went to sleep. While they were out on the water, a great storm arose and the tree didn't think it was strong enough to keep the men safe. The men woke the sleeping man, and He stood and said "Peace" and the storm stopped . At this time, the tree knew that it had carried the King of Kings in its boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, someone came and got the third tree. It was carried through the streets as the people mocked the man who was carrying it. When they came to a stop, the man was nailed to the tree and raised in the air to die at the top of a hill. When Sunday came, the tree came to realize that it was strong enough to stand at the top of the hill and be as close to God as was possible, because Jesus had been crucified on it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the moral of this story folks is that when things don't seem to be going your way, always know that God has a plan for you. If you place your trust in Him, He will give you great gifts. Each of the trees got what they wanted, just not in the way they had imagined. We don't always know what God's plans are for us. We just know that His ways are not our ways, but His ways are always best. Now, do you remember what I said at the top of this page? How God's dreams are richer than yours? So dream, keep dreaming high but remember that he will always beat you at that because He is a better dreamer when dreaming about you. Thanks God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was taken from the notes of &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php?ref=home#/note.php?note_id=71285551208"&gt;Fr.Fausto Bailos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8323543058306391899-1633741729582849187?l=distantfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/1633741729582849187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323543058306391899&amp;postID=1633741729582849187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323543058306391899/posts/default/1633741729582849187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323543058306391899/posts/default/1633741729582849187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfeet.blogspot.com/2009/05/f-or-those-of-you-who-dream-i-say-dream.html' title='Three Trees.'/><author><name>Distant feet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444324599543486341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y52QyvhvwMU/SNULpwyI5DI/AAAAAAAAAAM/204LKfhVJzE/S220/smredss1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323543058306391899.post-4583818959116875597</id><published>2009-04-22T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T00:48:17.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Simple Woman's  Day Book - April 20</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y52QyvhvwMU/Se9J4mlq80I/AAAAAAAAAIk/kaK83hDujwY/s1600-h/simple-woman-daybook-large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 280px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y52QyvhvwMU/Se9J4mlq80I/AAAAAAAAAIk/kaK83hDujwY/s320/simple-woman-daybook-large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327558120982639426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;For Today...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was supposed to be posted 20th of April...&lt;br /&gt;well, better late than never...:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Outside my window&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is dark and cold....the grounds with fallen wet leaves, been raining the whole day. I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I am thinking&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/strong&gt; How soothing is the sound of the rain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I am thankful for&lt;/span&gt;....for the rain and the plants had water to drink again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;From the kitchen&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/strong&gt; Nice mushroom soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I am wearing&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/strong&gt;  a cotton pink strips PJs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I am reading&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/strong&gt; the poems of Pablo Neruda... warms my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I am hoping&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/strong&gt; That i would be able to spend more time to my promise this week and this coming days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; am creating&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/strong&gt; creating new designs for my bead collection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I am hearing&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/strong&gt;  the sound of seal - Kiss from the rose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Around the house&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/strong&gt; it has been quiet and peaceful. Although there was a bit of stress, one of our dogs tried to pin down one dog. A dog fight... I guess they are just getting older, too cranky and grouchy for each other. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;One of my favorite things&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/strong&gt;  is trying to cook today....not one of my talent but my shanghai fried rice was really really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A few plans for the rest of the week&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/strong&gt; gonna travel soon, for work base and more work til first week of May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Here is a picture thought I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; sharing with you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y52QyvhvwMU/Se9IreVHcHI/AAAAAAAAAIc/SPfUokCKsVY/s1600-h/forgiveness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y52QyvhvwMU/Se9IreVHcHI/AAAAAAAAAIc/SPfUokCKsVY/s320/forgiveness.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327556795915792498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Painting Forgiveness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to  join Peggy, Please click &lt;a href="http://thesimplewomansdaybook.blogspot.com/"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="magazine"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8323543058306391899-4583818959116875597?l=distantfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/4583818959116875597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323543058306391899&amp;postID=4583818959116875597' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323543058306391899/posts/default/4583818959116875597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323543058306391899/posts/default/4583818959116875597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfeet.blogspot.com/2009/04/for-today.html' title='The Simple Woman&apos;s  Day Book - April 20'/><author><name>Distant feet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444324599543486341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y52QyvhvwMU/SNULpwyI5DI/AAAAAAAAAAM/204LKfhVJzE/S220/smredss1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y52QyvhvwMU/Se9J4mlq80I/AAAAAAAAAIk/kaK83hDujwY/s72-c/simple-woman-daybook-large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323543058306391899.post-1733893315622985721</id><published>2009-04-19T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T10:51:12.440-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graces'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rosary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mother'/><title type='text'>The Woman Christ has loved so much.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y52QyvhvwMU/Setf_4vwGOI/AAAAAAAAAIM/iUao0f9Xq2Y/s1600-h/MOTHER+MARY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 205px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y52QyvhvwMU/Setf_4vwGOI/AAAAAAAAAIM/iUao0f9Xq2Y/s320/MOTHER+MARY.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326456535464810722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="magazine"&gt; W&lt;/span&gt;e all have one God,and one saviour But the Rosary holds a big part of the faith to the Catholics. So many have tried to discredit the rosary and the Holy lady behind it. No matter what they say,they will always just remain  as  detractors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my experience, It didn't come overnight to fall in love with the rosary, It took half time of my life on this earth before I knew and fell so much in love with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each beads speaks about the life of Christ in contrary to  what they see or the wisdom is hidden when one can not see the logic of it but one can feel the fruits of the holy spirit in your heart.&lt;br /&gt;no doubt about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is hard to even put it all on words but the rosary paved a way for faith to attain peace. The lady is a gift to mankind and a perfect model for all human being.  Full of grace and has perfected the holy obedience , and that to bear the child of God without any reserva&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y52QyvhvwMU/SetgJqHJ7DI/AAAAAAAAAIU/xtww1YciDPk/s1600-h/jesus+and+mary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 356px; height: 356px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y52QyvhvwMU/SetgJqHJ7DI/AAAAAAAAAIU/xtww1YciDPk/s320/jesus+and+mary.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326456703335132210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;tions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have read through some books that speaks about the love of Christ to His mother and How the blessed lady had took care of our redeemer when He was human and was Her son... only to know in the very beginning that Her Son is to be crucified in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mother's love can never be contained, and how she suffered seeing Christ died on the Cross , but as her words was " God, when , how, where , But they will be done!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The Rosary is the giver of all graces in order for us to attain the union with her Holy son ...JESUS CHRIST. ALL for the  glory of GOD , The Alpha and the Omega.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be posting some trivia questions on this blog and please take part of it if you want a gift of a traveling rosary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mechanics will be posted soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is in tribute to the Twin hearts and to all mothers in the world.&lt;br /&gt;The Rose garden which has given me the chance to activate that inner strength to love is just a miracle.  My everyday miracle. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In return I want to spread gratefulness through loving and sharing my beads with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all those who still despair, I invite you to pray the rosary and fully understand the passions of christs and how we are able to connect them with our daily life.  The Rosary is the perfect way to remind us of the Passions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who aren't catholics, you can still answer my trivia questions and have the option to recieve that gifts if you are one of the first top 10 who has sent the email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In God , We are all equal in His eyes. No religion can save us but only through our faith and obedience to His holy will.&lt;br /&gt;Humility is a start. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Trivia questions will be posted soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8323543058306391899-1733893315622985721?l=distantfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/1733893315622985721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323543058306391899&amp;postID=1733893315622985721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323543058306391899/posts/default/1733893315622985721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323543058306391899/posts/default/1733893315622985721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfeet.blogspot.com/2009/04/w-e-all-have-one-godand-one-saviour-but.html' title='The Woman Christ has loved so much.'/><author><name>Distant feet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444324599543486341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y52QyvhvwMU/SNULpwyI5DI/AAAAAAAAAAM/204LKfhVJzE/S220/smredss1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y52QyvhvwMU/Setf_4vwGOI/AAAAAAAAAIM/iUao0f9Xq2Y/s72-c/MOTHER+MARY.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323543058306391899.post-8025722375671341282</id><published>2009-04-19T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T10:01:59.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rosary beads and Me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y52QyvhvwMU/SetYRMnOOLI/AAAAAAAAAIE/54L4R749oe0/s1600-h/DSC00014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 175px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y52QyvhvwMU/SetYRMnOOLI/AAAAAAAAAIE/54L4R749oe0/s320/DSC00014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326448036762499250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rosary with the medal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y52QyvhvwMU/SetX3KPz6jI/AAAAAAAAAH8/AH9TNo3fdA0/s1600-h/DSC00010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 182px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y52QyvhvwMU/SetX3KPz6jI/AAAAAAAAAH8/AH9TNo3fdA0/s320/DSC00010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326447589450836530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;attaching the 1 and 2nd decade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y52QyvhvwMU/SetXg6vcPII/AAAAAAAAAH0/diwqp-Ghk1E/s1600-h/DSC00012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 184px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y52QyvhvwMU/SetXg6vcPII/AAAAAAAAAH0/diwqp-Ghk1E/s320/DSC00012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326447207331413122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attaching the 3rd decade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a night hobby of mine to attach beads.&lt;br /&gt;The beads are made of round swarovski crystal beads made&lt;br /&gt;from Austria.&lt;br /&gt;Color : Jet black ( article 5000)&lt;br /&gt;Medals are in pewter and italian made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far 2 more decades to go....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="magazine"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8323543058306391899-8025722375671341282?l=distantfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/8025722375671341282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323543058306391899&amp;postID=8025722375671341282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323543058306391899/posts/default/8025722375671341282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323543058306391899/posts/default/8025722375671341282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfeet.blogspot.com/2009/04/rosary-beads-and-me.html' title='The Rosary beads and Me...'/><author><name>Distant feet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444324599543486341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y52QyvhvwMU/SNULpwyI5DI/AAAAAAAAAAM/204LKfhVJzE/S220/smredss1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y52QyvhvwMU/SetYRMnOOLI/AAAAAAAAAIE/54L4R749oe0/s72-c/DSC00014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323543058306391899.post-8371476830542203303</id><published>2009-04-16T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T10:14:27.293-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fr. Berrigan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suspicion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sickness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>I Don't Get Much of My Prayers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y52QyvhvwMU/SednaXaEIhI/AAAAAAAAAHs/V1HmBw-UAbw/s1600-h/prayer-room-logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 301px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y52QyvhvwMU/SednaXaEIhI/AAAAAAAAAHs/V1HmBw-UAbw/s320/prayer-room-logo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325338787046498834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;By: Rev. Daniel Berrigan , S.J.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I happen to be reading a few months ago about one of his book on " Short Sermons and Penance".&lt;br /&gt;I thought of sharing this here through his words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="magazine"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;he title of this talk is in itself one of the most important that's ever come into your home. There are few people anywhere on the earth today, I suspect, who don't  have a small suspicion locked up in a corner of their heart, a suspicion which they show to no one- suspicion which they don't even like to admit is there. It's something like that famous skeleton in the closet; It rattles away quietly in the darkness, it's very well locked, it hasn't seen the light of the day in many years; But it's there none the less. Perhaps in this talk we can at least take a peak at it. At any rate, Lets try to put a name to it. I would call this particular skeleton something like this: SUSPICION of GOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUSPICION OF GOD: By that I mean,people aren't quite entirely convinced, that He's on their side.  Life has not gone entirely well for the them.  Somewhere along that process we call living,something has gone slightly awry; Childhood was well and goodm and youth had great ideas,great plans, but then there was the settling into life,the putting of one's shoulder to the wheel, and ,inevitably , the real thing was different from the dream. There was sickness , there were marriage troubles,there were fears,and memories of mistakes, and failures of those we loved and trusted, there was poverty without end, or prosperity that brought us no peace.&lt;br /&gt;And there was maybe most humiliating of all , the the failures of one's self, the failures that hurt most,that were the least excusable, that changed things most further worst, And so on and so on, In Sum, God no one's side. God,who was ble to hear someone else - He turned aside, He refused , He had bigger concerns for other people, for larger is issues ; in any case , the Life HE has written for ourselves, and so it stands today, and we ask what was  the use; the of so much prayer, so many tears, perhaps; even now and then, what the use of living....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So We set up the problem in our own hearts of it, Where no one hears of it, where it is close to us as we are to ourselves, and where , like the skeleton in the closet, it has somet ime to be opened and faced. Is God really on our side, Is HE for us, is HE really good, Is HE good for us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets put the question again....IS GOD REALLY ON OUR SIDE? Maybe in that very question, and in the way we put it, the beginning of an answer lies. I mean something like this. Suppose my right hand had the power of talking back to me. And&lt;br /&gt;suppose my right hand one day said, suddenly: " &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Look , i've spent some forty or fifty years serving someone else, Ive typed papers and cooked and washed dishes and brought home the groceries and dressed and steerred the car, Now, I am sick of it....&lt;br /&gt;I'm seriously wondering if he's on my side; I'm thinking of going off on my own.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Well, ridiculous isn't it? The hands are our servants, they belong to us, they have no other job than to do our will, they only make sense because they are in our charge, and serve us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let's look at our own question: I wonder if God is on my side...Isn't there something absurd, a little bit foolish , out of order, about a question that tries to line GOD up to do what we want , like another hand, another paid servant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to rephrase our question a bit; and in the new question , perhaps we'll be somewhat closer to an answer.  We'll no longer ask.&lt;br /&gt;" I wonder if God's on my side." BUT -- " I wonder if I'm ON God's side?" I wonder if i'm doing HIS will, I wonder if I'm always careful to read EVENTS rightly, and suffering rightly, and setbacks and disappointments; to see them tagged with His will. I wonder if I ever pray in such a way that I 'm trying to step up to God's throne and order him down into my place. because that after all would not be  prayer but sin.  I wonder if I do not sometimes pray in such a way that I try to blackmail God. I wonder if I do not sometimes look on life as though time were eternity,as though my family, my peace, my security, my respectability, my good health , my future, were all of the here and now, and in the meantime, God can wait, heaven can wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we forget is, that is very hard and austere thing  to be  a Christian, That God will literally have no mercy on a soul that chooses His GIFTS instead of himself. that God will allow us every human suffering to keep us from making our hearts into the trash barrels , filled with all the dirt and distraction and gadgets of this world. Sometimes, in a word, God's best mercy is to have no mercy on us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;My thoughts&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;I have been pretty much guity of a lot of things. As i began my quest some years ago, I happen to be overwhelmed with God's blessings and the mere presence of his face in every success i had. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;But what happened when things aren't as sweet as it was before?....&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;What happen when things had been so difficult that even praying was even difficult to do?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;This is such a broad topic to talk about ...but i am so sure that something is happening here...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Something is changing. One is Growth. No matter how we see it , we can't stay immature in faith. We need to learn something throught time and God is just so mysterious that we would be so tiny to understand his own will no matter how we try and even spend the rest of our days sulking and crying. We make our own miseries you know ....and God loves us no matter what, but we need to be patient and we need to realize which side are we really on.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;It is such a strong phrase when Fr. Berrigan said : We only love the gifts and blessings that God gives us rather than God himself, and when things are not favored or when things are against us, we question God and we send him our resentments.  WE lose faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Up to this day, I would never perfectly have understood his will , at some point of my life, I have learned to recognize the gap of intelligence toward my pride and the wisdom of my Lord.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;and then suddenly , i stop fighting anymore and begin to rest. It is so hard sometimes to say,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Thy will be done"&lt;/span&gt;, when there is so much emotions battling inside you. But to be honest, WE got no choice but to be obedient because God knows best even if it isnt the way we plan our lives to be. One can be honest by admitting  that God doesnt really give us what we want but he gives us what we need at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Also Fr. Berrigan had strongly described the very truth intended for the society of today..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;"Sometimes, in a word, God's best mercy is to have no mercy on us. " Tough love as we describe it. God is so stern that he wants us to repent and see the consequences of our actions. That he gives mercy to those who have a repentant heart, but to those who haven't humbled themselves, then HE can not prevent the consequences of lack of obedience and faith.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;It isn't about punishment, no. It is about humbling ourselves to see the truth He laid out through Jesus.  To those who believe then it would be easier to enter because they have been purified through the inspiration of the blood on the cross, but to those who defy, it is going to be a tougher ride of undending loneliness. This isnt  a punishment, it is categorizing the levels of one's heart and where your choices are.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Can you imagine heaven with all these greedy creatures? It woudn't be a very good sight..struggles will still be around if these 2 species would still be in heaven. It won't be too peaceful then and im sure...that ain't heaven yet. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;So you see, lie or not. Good and bad couldnt be mixed up nor can live together. With or without God there will always be an occasion to suffer. With or without GOD people will die one day but where , how and where do you hang on your love for?&lt;br /&gt;A person knows he has a soul therefore God gives a big deal about you and your prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Next topic would be..." ADMONITION OF PRAYER"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;by : Rev. Eugene P. Murphy . SJ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8323543058306391899-8371476830542203303?l=distantfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/8371476830542203303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323543058306391899&amp;postID=8371476830542203303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323543058306391899/posts/default/8371476830542203303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323543058306391899/posts/default/8371476830542203303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfeet.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-dont-get-much-of-my-prayers.html' title='I Don&apos;t Get Much of My Prayers'/><author><name>Distant feet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444324599543486341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y52QyvhvwMU/SNULpwyI5DI/AAAAAAAAAAM/204LKfhVJzE/S220/smredss1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y52QyvhvwMU/SednaXaEIhI/AAAAAAAAAHs/V1HmBw-UAbw/s72-c/prayer-room-logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323543058306391899.post-3885281693037583227</id><published>2009-04-14T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T00:47:28.116-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simple Woman&apos;s Daybook - promises and prayer'/><title type='text'>The Simple Woman's Daybook April 14,2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y52QyvhvwMU/SeTXsAQ9zxI/AAAAAAAAAHk/CpRK_q01DeA/s1600-h/simple-woman-daybook-large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 280px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y52QyvhvwMU/SeTXsAQ9zxI/AAAAAAAAAHk/CpRK_q01DeA/s320/simple-woman-daybook-large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324617810444144402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would like to join in and see what the other women are doing today, please visit Peggy&lt;a href="http://thesimplewomansdaybook.blogspot.com/" target="_blank" closure_hashcode_="1089"&gt; here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;For Today...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Outside my window&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;is a large foliage , Green and healthy. It is quite humid tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I am thinking&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/strong&gt;How sad that some people around the world still doubt the resurrection of Jesus. I am glad they remained to be the minority. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I am thankful for&lt;/span&gt;....for acquiring patience in spite of a very annoying day. The day went fine as I plan it to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;From the kitchen&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/strong&gt; there were lots of shrimps again. Delivered fresh from my uncle's hometown. Another blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I am wearing&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/strong&gt; Had just got out from the shower ,a nice gray cotton tee-shirt and shorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I am reading&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/strong&gt; books from skeptics around the world. I wouldnt want to mention names anymore since they will always be skeptics. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I am hoping&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/strong&gt; That i would be able to spend more time to my promise this week and this coming days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; am creating&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/strong&gt; continously making some bead connections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I am hearing&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/strong&gt;not much to hear in the air.,except pure humidity on the skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Around the house&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/strong&gt; it has been peaceful again. I am so glad it has become a habit for everyone to really forgive everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;One of my favorite things&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/strong&gt; is blogging , even if i dont really write that well. A form of my release.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A few plans for the rest of the week&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/strong&gt; more praying time... More pondering on my promises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Here is a picture thought I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; sharing with you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love is what matters....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y52QyvhvwMU/SeTXAx-NKII/AAAAAAAAAHc/mFVjDx9syzA/s1600-h/DARK+RED+ROSE.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y52QyvhvwMU/SeTXAx-NKII/AAAAAAAAAHc/mFVjDx9syzA/s320/DARK+RED+ROSE.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324617067872987266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="magazine"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8323543058306391899-3885281693037583227?l=distantfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/3885281693037583227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323543058306391899&amp;postID=3885281693037583227' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323543058306391899/posts/default/3885281693037583227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323543058306391899/posts/default/3885281693037583227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfeet.blogspot.com/2009/04/simple-womans-daybook-april-142009.html' title='The Simple Woman&apos;s Daybook April 14,2009'/><author><name>Distant feet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444324599543486341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y52QyvhvwMU/SNULpwyI5DI/AAAAAAAAAAM/204LKfhVJzE/S220/smredss1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y52QyvhvwMU/SeTXsAQ9zxI/AAAAAAAAAHk/CpRK_q01DeA/s72-c/simple-woman-daybook-large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323543058306391899.post-4031813677994257753</id><published>2009-04-14T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T10:23:36.276-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='resurrection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='powerhouse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='courage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jesus'/><title type='text'>In relation to...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/9/99/Caravaggio_Doubting_Thomas.jpg/800px-Caravaggio_Doubting_Thomas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 426px; height: 308px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/9/99/Caravaggio_Doubting_Thomas.jpg/800px-Caravaggio_Doubting_Thomas.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is sad to think that even to this day and age many still would want to disprove that the apostles were liars and that some of them have an inaccurate account of Jesus' work and most of all the resurrection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The resurrection is very vital to the Christian faith. We all know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Intelligence of this world is indeed not rested. They claim to have peace in their hearts but failed to act on virtuously. Without HUMILITY there can NEVER be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;REAL PEACE&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A COURAGE TO SUSTAIN A LOVE &lt;/span&gt;( specially when there is so much pain)  in one's heart.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how you visualize your spirituality, Goodness in one's heart is the most common denominator of living in peace and practicing the LAW to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men failed to see that without the virtue of true piety...there can never be ENDURANCE TO LOVE..... no matter how we try to use our  Intelligence, Intelligence would always want a reason why we should love and be meek. Intelligence can be acquired but Humility is a grace given by GOD. Now, can you tell why some don't have it YET?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say YET, since there is always a chance to be humble and kneel down. Prayer would be a start.&lt;br /&gt;An honest prayer to GOD. How can one hide his pride from God?&lt;br /&gt;You would only be fooling yourself if you think you can hide it forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A priest could be a victim too nor any person who has the same holy vocations. why?&lt;br /&gt;It is Self righteousness..( PRIDE) ( confidence in oneself and knowledge) as explained in the book of St. John the Cross , where his own people , priest and other who claim to be close to God would hide under the cloak of so called "holy vocations" Yet became prey to the other side even if they think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;they re&lt;/span&gt; pleasing GOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will say it over and over again. HUMILITY &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; mean that you accept everything that is false and do not defend the truth. HUMILITY means advocating without the arrogance ,what virtue is there to gain with arrogance when other people opposes your views?  When one knows he is far intelligent than the other? but one can NEVER love with anger nor boasting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is just hard to explain but one knows who is deep &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;rooted&lt;/span&gt; in love because he has to love.&lt;br /&gt;no questions asked. A human being would be so limited but only with the Grace Of God and how Jesus has perfected it...that even in the end he was praying for his persecutor, indeed a martyr but can one be able to endure it, Would you have done the same thing? I doubt it. I doubt myself too. I would be in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;excruciating&lt;/span&gt; pain and  i pray for my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;shit list&lt;/span&gt;? Noway! but because Jesus was the way and the life , HE was perfect. He was a symbol , He was the beginning of something beautiful and the truth - is We just have to accept and humble ourselves that indeed He was the son of God - In so many ways, God has revealed himself already. What else do we want?&lt;br /&gt;What proof do we need , A humble heart may seem dumb but i am sure he would have the most peaceful heart ever lived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to read different books on skeptics...( by the way they were called skeptics because they can not prove that Jesus body was indeed hidden nor found. )  "As they usually say, to see is to believe "  I would rather think their state would all be in limbo.....books ..whatever..still in limbo..( there was no BODY found) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ofcourse&lt;/span&gt;... there was a resurrection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as the discussion of one site was saying:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Former “hatchet man” of the Nixon &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;adminis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tration&lt;/span&gt;, Chuck &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Colson&lt;/span&gt;, implicated in the Watergate scandal, pointed out the difficulty of several people maintaining a lie for an extended period of time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   &lt;p&gt;"I know the resurrection is a fact, and Watergate proved it to me. How? Because 12 men testified they had seen Jesus raised from the dead, and then they proclaimed that truth for 40 years, never once denying it. Every one was beaten, tortured, stoned and put in prison. They would not have endured that if it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;weren&lt;/span&gt;’t true. Watergate embroiled 12 of the most powerful men in the world—and they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;couldn&lt;/span&gt;’t keep a lie for three weeks. You’re telling me 12 apostles could keep a lie for 40 years? Absolutely impossible.&lt;sup&gt;"26&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In anyway, I would still be rambling...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; but guess what, I know deep inside of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;every one's&lt;/span&gt; mind that disproves that resurrection is a hoax , still needs one thing....( human side of it) recognition! and love. Love , love,love,love , still love. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know how the world has treated them...but as I remember how Saint Teresa of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Avila&lt;/span&gt; once said...&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lord , IS this how you treat your friends...? no wonder you don't have much friends.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;( she laughs) ...the humour was not meant that God &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; have friends but because even when you are with God you  are NOT spared from trouble nor anxiety or even persecution. But He gears you up, He throws you help when one needs it. St. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Teresa&lt;/span&gt; had written beautiful ways of knowing God even to the last days of her life.  It was like the world was seeing her suffer but NOT REALLY. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i mentioned...below that there is no enough explanation to a non believer nor a discussion needed to a believer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TO us of all believers, Let us be the perfect example of who we claim to be. Not just in words but in full ACTION.&lt;br /&gt;If we claim to love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;JC&lt;/span&gt;. then we follow his works and heart. I know its hard but one has to try&lt;br /&gt;Having a prayer life is ALWAYS A POWERHOUSE.&lt;br /&gt;Perfect weapon for conversion and the weapon to fight the unknown.&lt;br /&gt;Always remember that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God does listen to an honest and a humble heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep trying...&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.templates.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/01/miss_you_by_van_den_bosch1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 180px;" src="http://blog.templates.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/01/miss_you_by_van_den_bosch1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"He holds his milk and still feels empty, i wonder why? "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="magazine"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8323543058306391899-4031813677994257753?l=distantfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/4031813677994257753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323543058306391899&amp;postID=4031813677994257753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323543058306391899/posts/default/4031813677994257753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323543058306391899/posts/default/4031813677994257753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfeet.blogspot.com/2009/04/in-relation-to.html' title='In relation to...'/><author><name>Distant feet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444324599543486341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y52QyvhvwMU/SNULpwyI5DI/AAAAAAAAAAM/204LKfhVJzE/S220/smredss1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323543058306391899.post-7808000589910895965</id><published>2009-04-12T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T10:10:35.412-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='atheism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='risen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='belief'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>CHRIST IS RISEN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y52QyvhvwMU/SeIU4E8oO9I/AAAAAAAAAHU/QQK1Io55r5I/s1600-h/christ-is-risen_030508.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 257px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y52QyvhvwMU/SeIU4E8oO9I/AAAAAAAAAHU/QQK1Io55r5I/s320/christ-is-risen_030508.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323840663138614226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial,helvetica;"&gt;Belief in the resurrection affirms something profound about Jesus himself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial,helvetica;"&gt;Bishops Message - Christ is Risen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial,helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The name Nikolai Ivanovich Bukharin might not ring a bell, but many years ago he was one of the most powerful men on earth. A Russian Communist leader, he took part in the Bolshevik Revolution 1917. He was the editor of the Soviet newspaper Pravda, and was a full member of the Politburo. His works on economics and political science are still read today. There is a story told about a journey he took from &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1239465217_4"&gt;Moscow&lt;/span&gt; to Kiev in 1930 to address a huge assembly of Communists. The subject was &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1239465217_5"&gt;atheism&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Addressing the crowd, he attacked Christianity, hurling insults and arguments against it. When he had finished, he looked out at the audience. “Are there any questions?” he demanded. Deafening silence filled the auditorium, but then one man approached the platform and mounted the lectern.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; After surveying the crowd, he shouted the ancient greeting of the &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1239465217_6"&gt;Russian Orthodox Church: “CHRIST&lt;/span&gt; IS RISEN!” The crowd stood up and shouted in a thundering voice:  “HE IS RISEN INDEED!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Amazed and dejected, Bukharin left the stage in silence. He learned that faith in Christ’s resurrection was deeply rooted in his Russian Orthodox communist followers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Three facts point to the resurrection. First of all, the sudden and inexplicable faith of the disciples, a faith so tenacious as to withstand even the trial of martyrdom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Secondly, the explanation of this faith that has been left by those who had it, that is, the disciples. In the decisive moment, when Jesus was captured and executed, the disciples did not entertain any thoughts about the resurrection. They fled and took Jesus’ case to be closed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Thirdly, the insistence on the fact of the empty tomb.  If it was full, you simply couldn’t proclaim a risen Christ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; However, it is the appearances that testify to a new dimension of the Risen Christ, his mode of being “according to the Spirit,” which is new and different with respect to his previous mode of existing, “according to the flesh.” For&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; example, he cannot be recognized by whoever sees him, but only by those to whom he gives the ability to know him, His corporeality is different from what it was before. It is free from physical laws; it enters and exits through closed doors; it appears and disappears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The disciples could not have deceived themselves: They were specific people—fishermen—not at all given to visions. They did not believe the first witnesses; Jesus almost has to overpower their resistance: “O foolish men, and slow of heart to believe!” They could not even want to deceive others. All of their interests opposed this; they would have been the first to feel themselves deceived by Jesus. If he were not risen, to what purpose would it have been to face persecution and death for him? What material benefit would they have drawn from it? What does the resurrection mean for us?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;First and foremost, belief in the resurrection affirms something profound about Jesus himself. This was, in fact, the first concern of the &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1239465217_7"&gt;early Christians&lt;/span&gt; and of the &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1239465217_8"&gt;New Testament&lt;/span&gt;. By raising Jesus from the dead, God ratified the identity of Jesus as God’s unique Son and the revealer of God’s love for the world. Jesus is proven to be triumphant over death. Therefore &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1239465217_9"&gt;love is stronger than death&lt;/span&gt;, as the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1239465217_10"&gt;Song of Songs&lt;/span&gt; had proclaimed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1239465217_11"&gt;Resurrection&lt;/span&gt; affirms in a powerful way the sacredness of the human body and of the whole of creation. Th e resurrection commits the disciples to fostering and protecting life in all its expressions as affirmed in &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1239465217_12"&gt;Pope John Paul II&lt;/span&gt;’s promotion of a “culture of life” to counter the “culture of death.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Sacraments are resurrection realities—transforming human life through the mediation of earth symbols made sacred and powerful by the grace of God. We believe that God’s grace and the divine presence are in fact mediated in and through created realities: the water of baptism, the oil of anointing in the sacrament of the sick, the &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1239465217_13"&gt;laying on of hands&lt;/span&gt; in ordination, the union of bodies in matrimony, the bread and the wine of the Eucharist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Our spirituality is not detached from nor hostile to the reality of our bodies. Belief in the resurrection of the body also affirms that we are not simply alien visitors to our planet with our true home located somewhere else and therefore being detached from our &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1239465217_14"&gt;physical body&lt;/span&gt; and our essential link to creation itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The Christian commitment to justice must be constant, comprehensive and unyielding. But, at the same time, the vision of the Christian expands beyond the here and now to the transcendent world beyond death because of our&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; faith in resurrection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The quest for liberation from oppressive structures, the striving for an end to violence and conflict, the commitment to alleviate hunger and all forms of human suffering and the full realization of our hopes will be experienced not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; through any human structure or strategy but only when, through God’s power, the final grip of death on humanity and the created world is broken forever and when the human family, body and spirit, lives in communion with the God of Jesus Christ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Finally, belief in the resurrection of the body should be seen as the most profound affirmation of the enduring value of human love. &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1239465217_15"&gt;Fear of death&lt;/span&gt;, in many instances, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;is not a fear of physical suffering but a fear of infinite loneliness and isolation from all those we love.&lt;/span&gt; It is through our bodies that we humans relate to each other and to the world we know, and if our body no longer lives we wonder &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;if our&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; love for each other is just as fragile and limited&lt;/span&gt;. Belief in the resurrection of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; the dead and belief in bodily resurrection affirm that indeed &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;love is stronger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; than death&lt;/span&gt; and that the consuming experience of our destiny is communion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; with a &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1239465217_16"&gt;God of love&lt;/span&gt; and with all those whose love we have known.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;“HE IS RISEN INDEED!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;- Bishop Frederick Henry, D.D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Bishop of Calgary , Alberta, Canada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial,helvetica;"&gt;TO A BELIEVER NO EXPLANATION IS NEEDED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but to&lt;br /&gt;SOMEONE WHO IS IN DOUBT, NO EXPLANATION IS ENOUGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEHOLD THE PEACE AND LOVE IN YOUR HEART WHEN ONE SURRENDERS&lt;br /&gt;HIS OWN INTELLIGENCE , IT IS ONLY WHEN HE EXPERIENCES&lt;br /&gt;TRUE FAITH WHICH GIVES LASTING PEACE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="magazine"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8323543058306391899-7808000589910895965?l=distantfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/7808000589910895965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323543058306391899&amp;postID=7808000589910895965' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323543058306391899/posts/default/7808000589910895965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323543058306391899/posts/default/7808000589910895965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfeet.blogspot.com/2009/04/christ-is-risen_12.html' title='CHRIST IS RISEN!'/><author><name>Distant feet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444324599543486341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y52QyvhvwMU/SNULpwyI5DI/AAAAAAAAAAM/204LKfhVJzE/S220/smredss1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y52QyvhvwMU/SeIU4E8oO9I/AAAAAAAAAHU/QQK1Io55r5I/s72-c/christ-is-risen_030508.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323543058306391899.post-1897431106014706841</id><published>2009-04-11T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T09:02:49.469-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suffering'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pain'/><title type='text'>Black Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;When the sabbath was over, &lt;span style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1239463185_6"&gt;Mary Magdalene&lt;/span&gt;, and Mary the Mother of James, and Salome bought spices, so that they might go anoint Jesus...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;As they entered the tomb, they saw a young man, dressed in a white robe, sitting on the right side... he said to them,  "Do not be alarmed;  you are looking for &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1239463185_7"&gt;Jesus of Nazareth&lt;/span&gt;, who was crucified.  He has been raised; he is not here."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:ms mincho,mincho;"&gt;- Mark 16:1, 5-6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There is no doubt that Jesus experienced &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1239463185_8"&gt;excruciating pain&lt;/span&gt;... But Jesus did more than merely experience human pain.  He transformed it.  By offering his pain for others - for you and me - he filled even senseless pain with meaning.  And that meaning is love, unconditional love.  Jesus was totally innocent, yet he willingly accepted his passion and death out of love for us - all of us.  In this way he models what we can do with or pain.  We can unite it with Jesus' suffering and endure it out of love for others.  Jesus' pain, as well as our pain, has little meaning without this unconditional love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cross and the resurrection.  Suffering and loving.  Fr. Demetrius summarizes it well in these words:  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new,courier;"&gt;"The suffering of Jesus was intense, but it was not his suffering that saved the world; it was his loving."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:ms mincho,mincho;"&gt;- Melannie Svoboda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:ms mincho,mincho;"&gt; [ With the Dawn Rejoicing: A Christian Perspective on &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1239463185_9"&gt;Pain and Suffering&lt;/span&gt; ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="magazine"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8323543058306391899-1897431106014706841?l=distantfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/1897431106014706841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323543058306391899&amp;postID=1897431106014706841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323543058306391899/posts/default/1897431106014706841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323543058306391899/posts/default/1897431106014706841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfeet.blogspot.com/2009/04/black-saturday.html' title='Black Saturday'/><author><name>Distant feet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444324599543486341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y52QyvhvwMU/SNULpwyI5DI/AAAAAAAAAAM/204LKfhVJzE/S220/smredss1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323543058306391899.post-5648309795799212572</id><published>2009-04-10T04:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T10:35:16.408-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good friday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sorrowful.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holyweek'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lent'/><title type='text'>Today is Good Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y52QyvhvwMU/SeBCEhiFxGI/AAAAAAAAAHM/jUZ0HhAEM4E/s1600-h/06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y52QyvhvwMU/SeBCEhiFxGI/AAAAAAAAAHM/jUZ0HhAEM4E/s320/06.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323327405040190562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Remembering the Sorrowful Mysteries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;1.The Agony in the Garden...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing Christ as a human being makes us realize how even the Son of the Father had to go to purification and had to face his fear. It is when i realized that even if you are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;surrounded&lt;/span&gt; with people whom you  care and love, still , in the middle of the night, you find yourself awake and afraid of something and you're alone. There are always moments of isolation no matter how you plan your life, your activities and even sometimes we try to damage control our lives and our sins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is  that we either find emptiness to lonely night or we try to search for God's face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;your choice. :)  ( God loved us so much to grant us the free will when he can just mould our minds for his own glory, but he did not force himself to us. But he choose to reveal the truth in spite of the cloud of unknowing - FAITH)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't really need to go further away, all you need to do is acknowledge that there is indeed a God , a risen God, and that perfect surrender of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;worldly&lt;/span&gt; intelligence to be able to see his wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;Humility is a start in accepting that we need God in EVERYTHING  that we are and EVERYTHING that we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the agony may not be all agonizing when we feel the company of the spirit of love in spite of the loneliness and fear from this puny little world were in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spiritual Fruit: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;God's Will be done&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;2.The Scourging at the Pillar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus was stripped out from his clothes and dignity. Mocked by his own people.&lt;br /&gt;His words to John:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;" if the world has hated you, remember that it has hated me first."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(John 15:18)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Remember that no servant is greater than his master, If they persecuted you, you must not be afraid, The helper will come.... Who reveals the truth about God and who comes for the father"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(John 15:20)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;...It is sad to realize that some human beings can be as mean as evil and  insensitive  with other peoples pain and labor and even to those who use the word "love" to claim that they practice it well...&lt;br /&gt;But this is not something new to a christian life. Sorrows and pain are indeed necessary for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;conversion&lt;/span&gt;. The only hindrance to all this "change of heart " is pride.  The sorrows and the pain makes us realize that we are only human, fickle and foolish at times and that we need God.  How often do we need him in times of desolation., only because we need consolation? I have realized through the years is that we seek so many ways to console ourselves by going out with friends, working 24/7 etc... but what are all these? friends are limited people like me so why do i settle for something less and paranoia would never bring me anywhere...near a peaceful mind.&lt;br /&gt;It is only through the surrender of my pride that i have to know the real peace which is with the God of Consolation.  ( &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;An experience with Him is indescribable...one shouldn't miss this&lt;/span&gt;) ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Spiritual Fruit: &lt;b&gt;Mortification of the senses&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.The Crowning with Thorns...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;They fashion a crown out of thorns, and forcefully press it down upon His head. In His bound hands they place a reed, as a sceptre, in mockery of His kingship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Now, how many of us has experienced this sort of mockery? but i am sure no one has ever had this close experience as what Christ had to undergo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO anything lesser of this pain isn't really that bad. Maybe it would be an occasion for us to renew our patience and humility.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;In times&lt;/span&gt; like this, we couldn't absorb everything in full strength of meekness unless we ask God to accompany us and make us strong to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;withstand&lt;/span&gt; the blow , If it is necessary to defend ourselves , then by all means we ask our celestial guards of angel and the communion with saints to back us up with God's blessings. It is pretty much gearing ourselves up when our enemy has only but hate to throw upon us while we have the full celestial warriors of God to defend us. But in times of when we shouldn't be defending ourselves, it doesn't mean that were weak , It is only when we realize that sometimes, were even too strong to even defend ourselves and the end result is just hurting the one who persecutes us. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;( The persecutors hurt themselves far more than those whom they persecuted)&lt;/span&gt; In our own saintly ways, We &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;inherit&lt;/span&gt; His kingdom, thus REAL peace and rest is at hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Pontius&lt;/span&gt; Pilate:&lt;br /&gt;Pilate asks,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Are You a king?" Jesus answers: "I am a King, but My kingdom is not of this world." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True to His word, Your merits are never going to be in this world but in His Kingdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Spiritual Fruit: &lt;b&gt;Reign of Christ in our heart&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;4.The Carrying of the Cross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus  condemned to death by crucifixion is forced to carry the cross to the place of execution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Most of US do not want any crosses, If possible we shouldn't have pains and tribulation in this lifetime., But have you ever considered that this world isn't paradise anymore? where sins and evil are permitted to roam and snatch us from every possible way? so it just impossible not to have any crosses nor trials in this lifetime.  Embracing it is one way of fully accepting situations and that accepting  that we can never be in control all the time.  The word embracing is such a strong word to me but I believe that God fully equips the believer to have some shock absorber when the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;tremors&lt;/span&gt; exceeds the intensity 8. The aftershocks can be deadly too. But God has a way of showing his mercy on the time when we feel hopeless and abandoned. God is just mysteriously good. His timing is just the perfect time not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;necessarily&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;agreeable&lt;/span&gt; to our own time and plans but He doesn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;abandon&lt;/span&gt;  a humble heart. He may not agree with you all the time, Just showing you the contrast of your dark soul against the light of his love and will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Spiritual Fruit: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Patient bearing of trials&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;5. The Crucifixion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;The hands and feet of Jesus are nailed to the cross in the presence of His afflicted Mother. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Father, forgive them for they know not what they do." &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"This day you will be with Me in paradise." &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Woman, behold your Son. Son, behold your Mother." &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"My God, My God, why have You forsaken Me?" &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"I thirst." &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"It is finished." &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Father, into Your hands I commend My spirit." &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The side of Jesus is pierced with a lance. His body is taken down and placed in the arms of His Mother. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Father, by the merits of the crucifixion and death of Jesus, have mercy on us and on the whole world. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Prophesy is completed. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Accomplished.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What miracle do we need to know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus ' coming and death and resurrection is the Ultimate revelation.&lt;br /&gt;All we need to do is accept the promise and the redemption.&lt;br /&gt;We can continue his work by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;imitation&lt;/span&gt; and forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:webdings;" &gt;Even in death of Christ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:webdings;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:webdings;" &gt;doubting leads us to more confusion and who else are you in debate with ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:webdings;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:webdings;" &gt;God or your the inner pride in you ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:webdings;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:webdings;" &gt;* * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:webdings;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:webdings;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tremendous &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;strength&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:webdings;" &gt;of martyrdom is unexplainable...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:webdings;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:webdings;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;the deep flow of love, humility, endurance and forgiveness of the saints&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:webdings;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:webdings;" &gt;is never achievable without the graces of the Holy spirit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:webdings;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:webdings;" &gt;To those who abide under the shadow of almighty will surely not perish in vain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:webdings;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:webdings;" &gt;The world will never witness it but the secrecy of God's work is just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:webdings;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:webdings;" &gt;beautifully &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;unexplainable&lt;/span&gt; and something to look forward to isn't it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nuff said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Spiritual Fruit: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Pardoning of Injuries&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;it's LOVE TIL THE END...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="magazine"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8323543058306391899-5648309795799212572?l=distantfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/5648309795799212572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323543058306391899&amp;postID=5648309795799212572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323543058306391899/posts/default/5648309795799212572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323543058306391899/posts/default/5648309795799212572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfeet.blogspot.com/2009/04/today-is-good-friday.html' title='Today is Good Friday'/><author><name>Distant feet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444324599543486341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y52QyvhvwMU/SNULpwyI5DI/AAAAAAAAAAM/204LKfhVJzE/S220/smredss1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y52QyvhvwMU/SeBCEhiFxGI/AAAAAAAAAHM/jUZ0HhAEM4E/s72-c/06.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323543058306391899.post-119875744316121846</id><published>2009-04-07T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T00:45:48.831-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simple Woman&apos;s Daybook - Holy week'/><title type='text'>The Simple Woman's Daybook ~ April 7, 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y52QyvhvwMU/SdtnnsD8HNI/AAAAAAAAAG8/yimWRazZKvs/s1600-h/simple-woman-daybook-large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 280px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y52QyvhvwMU/SdtnnsD8HNI/AAAAAAAAAG8/yimWRazZKvs/s320/simple-woman-daybook-large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321961316208614610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would like to join in and see what the other women are doing today, please visit Peggy&lt;a href="http://thesimplewomansdaybook.blogspot.com/" target="_blank" closure_hashcode_="1089"&gt; here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;For Today...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Outside my window&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;is dark peaceful summer night in asia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I am thinking&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/strong&gt; how may day has ended. It was pretty relaxing and cozy after a day's cleaning up and how the new lampshade has made my bedroom comfy and soothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I am thankful for&lt;/span&gt;....my grandmother for the sumptuous meal and the chicken soup for dinner. How lovely it is to dine with the people you care the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;From the kitchen&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/strong&gt; its chicken soup...ala ( grandma) some fresh yellow and green mangoes and cookies and cream ice cream...mmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I am wearing&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/strong&gt; comfy blue colored jammies and gray tank top .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I am reading&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/strong&gt;  some inspirations from the thoughts and the learning of Marilyn Norquist which i have posted some days ago...Still reading it and enjoying it as letting them linger in my thoughts .... hoping for a deeper contemplation. ( awake )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I am hoping&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/strong&gt; for a cooler day tomorrow, I will have to do my afternoon walk with my son Geo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; am creating&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/strong&gt; a rosary for a dear friend. Started one decade of looping and connection. :0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I am hearing&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/strong&gt; a sound of looney tunes from my son's bedroom and a soap opera from the other end of the hall., must be grandma's room and while i am playing the piano version on mp3-  the linkin'park's numb ( another kinder rendetion- not bad.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Around the house&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/strong&gt; it has been peaceful and very relaxing as when all people seem to like each other more than yesterday. :0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;One of my favorite things&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/strong&gt; is writing in my journal at day's end and looking for unique renditions of some songs online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A few plans for the rest of the week&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/strong&gt;Just relaxing and spending quality time with my family. Focusing more on lent's reflection readings and hopefully God grants contemplation one of these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Here is a picture thought I am sharing with you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y52QyvhvwMU/SdtrlK8QMZI/AAAAAAAAAHE/WKRRxC-GBiI/s1600-h/Eleven72_103462.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y52QyvhvwMU/SdtrlK8QMZI/AAAAAAAAAHE/WKRRxC-GBiI/s320/Eleven72_103462.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321965671004778898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="magazine"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8323543058306391899-119875744316121846?l=distantfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/119875744316121846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323543058306391899&amp;postID=119875744316121846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323543058306391899/posts/default/119875744316121846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323543058306391899/posts/default/119875744316121846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfeet.blogspot.com/2009/04/simple-womans-daybook-april-7-2009.html' title='The Simple Woman&apos;s Daybook ~ April 7, 2009'/><author><name>Distant feet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444324599543486341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y52QyvhvwMU/SNULpwyI5DI/AAAAAAAAAAM/204LKfhVJzE/S220/smredss1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y52QyvhvwMU/SdtnnsD8HNI/AAAAAAAAAG8/yimWRazZKvs/s72-c/simple-woman-daybook-large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323543058306391899.post-6960825174079231038</id><published>2009-04-06T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T10:11:50.917-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='senses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Peter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pride'/><title type='text'>Reflections on Lent - April 6 '09</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Daily Reflections on Lent:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where I am going, you cannot follow me now;  but you will follow afterward."  Peter said, "Lord, why can I not follow you now?  I will lay down my life for you."  Jesus answered, "  Will you lay down your life for me?  Very truly, I tell you, before the cock crows, you will have denied me three times."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:ms mincho,mincho;"&gt;- John 13:36-38&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new,courier;"&gt;Christ will never turn away from us, whatever we do or become, even if we turn away from him; this is the clear teaching of the Christian faith.  But it was also clear that Christ will not condone our remaining unreal.  He will not allow us to hide in our illusions and pretenses but will call us, sometimes even constrain us, to face them and uproot them from our hearts and thus come back to our true reality.  He calls us to repent for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new,courier;"&gt;This does not happen in a single moment; if we saw all of our unreality all at once, it might lead us to despair.  Christ's mercy instead leads us to it slowly, step by step.   One moment it may be a negative emotion - jealousy, resentment or fear - that has been eating away at our heart but that we had not been able to understand or acknowledge until now. The next moment we are asked to face and to dismantle our pride or egotism or any other of the countless tendencies and feelings that keep us from being true to ourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:ms mincho,mincho;"&gt;- Irma Zaleski&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:ms mincho,mincho;"&gt;[ Finding Christ Within ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="magazine"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8323543058306391899-6960825174079231038?l=distantfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/6960825174079231038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323543058306391899&amp;postID=6960825174079231038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323543058306391899/posts/default/6960825174079231038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323543058306391899/posts/default/6960825174079231038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfeet.blogspot.com/2009/04/daily-reflections-on-lent-where-i-am.html' title='Reflections on Lent - April 6 &apos;09'/><author><name>Distant feet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444324599543486341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y52QyvhvwMU/SNULpwyI5DI/AAAAAAAAAAM/204LKfhVJzE/S220/smredss1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323543058306391899.post-4194486512624610921</id><published>2009-04-05T22:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T10:12:36.460-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contemplation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='communication'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meditation'/><title type='text'>W hat's the Difference between Prayer, Meditation, and Contemplation?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="magazine"&gt; W&lt;/span&gt; hat's the Difference between Prayer, Meditation, and Contemplation?&lt;br /&gt;hat's the difference between prayer, meditation, and contemplation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These three terms have been used rather loosely by the church over the past several centuries, but each of these terms designate very specific acts. Although the word prayer has always been a somewhat generic word used as an umbrella to cover virtually all communication between the profane (the physical world) and the holy (the spiritual world), it also carries with it a specific style of communication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayer, in its specific meaning, means to ask or beseech God for something or another. A slightly broader understanding would include any sort of &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y52QyvhvwMU/Sdmxu2AA_RI/AAAAAAAAAG0/jZfFDH3kcis/s1600-h/fla_meditation_072007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 246px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y52QyvhvwMU/Sdmxu2AA_RI/AAAAAAAAAG0/jZfFDH3kcis/s320/fla_meditation_072007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321479853042629906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"talking" with God. Most people who pray at all are most familiar with prayer. Table grace, bedtime prayers, crisis pleas, and so on all fall under this definition of the word. Certainly prayer is the best known form of communication with God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But prayer only covers a very small segment of the "divine communication" field. Meditation was popularized by the Transcendental Meditation movement a couple decades ago (TM was characterized by people sitting in lotus positions chanting "ooohhhhhmmmm"). Many --most -- churches viewed TM as tantamount to dabbling in the occult, and so mediation became a "dirty" word in many circles. However, meditation had been practiced by the Israelites long before TM. In Joshua 1.8 we read, "The book of law shall not depart from your mouth; you shall meditate on it day and night." The Hebrew word translated as meditate carries with it a sense of mumbling or murmuring, though the murmuring was meant to be the points of the law. In the early church, however, meditation could be compared to TM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The practice of meditation includes the intent concentration on an object worthy of consideration. Most often, in the church, this would be a particular passage of scripture. Some of the more popular passages have been short phrases such as "Lord Jesus, have mercy upon me, a sinner" and "Be still and know that I am God." Generally, these phrases are repeated (murmured) and every other thought is purged from the mind so full concentration can be brought to bear on this single-minded devotion. The purpose of meditation is to offer devotion to God, to obtain deep understanding, and to garner tranquility. Many who practice this form of prayer claim they reach a spiritual presence and union with God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contemplation is generally considered the most difficult form of prayer to achieve, in essence because one can not really "achieve" it. In contemplative prayer, one seeks to empty their very being, allowing God to fill them with God's presence and love -- allowing them to become one with God. Unfortunately, this state of union, or "one-ed-ness" as the 14th century mystic Julian of Norwich would call it, is elusive. The more we try to clear our head of thoughts, the more we become aware of the thoughts in our head. For those fortunate enough to experience one-ed-ness, they find that it's been lost at the moment they become aware its been found! The more one strives for it, the further away it gets. The more one puts into it, the less room there is for God to come into them. Contemplatives have found that full union is a gift from God, not something achievable through their own doings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why engage in contemplative prayer? Because the practice itself offers an opportunity to re-center and focus. But even more, contemplatives claim that nothing can compare to those times when the fullness of contemplation is realized. They describe overwhelming feelings of being loved, a sense of peace beyond understanding, vivid images or pictures which carry meaning for themselves or loved ones. In the words of Jesus, arguably the premier contemplative, they experience his sentiments, "I and the Father are one" (John 10.30).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayer, meditation, and contemplation then are quite different in focus and practice. And yet all three strive to achieve something that seems to be an innate need for all humanity -- the need for communion with the divine. For those willing to risk the known, much peace can be discovered in the unknown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Marilyn Norquist-The Beatitudes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8323543058306391899-4194486512624610921?l=distantfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/4194486512624610921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323543058306391899&amp;postID=4194486512624610921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323543058306391899/posts/default/4194486512624610921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323543058306391899/posts/default/4194486512624610921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfeet.blogspot.com/2009/04/w-hats-difference-between-prayer.html' title='W hat&apos;s the Difference between Prayer, Meditation, and Contemplation?'/><author><name>Distant feet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444324599543486341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y52QyvhvwMU/SNULpwyI5DI/AAAAAAAAAAM/204LKfhVJzE/S220/smredss1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y52QyvhvwMU/Sdmxu2AA_RI/AAAAAAAAAG0/jZfFDH3kcis/s72-c/fla_meditation_072007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323543058306391899.post-61477540240647101</id><published>2009-03-31T02:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T10:13:44.359-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holyday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fools'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='judge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='atheist'/><title type='text'>FLORIDA COURT SETS ATHEIST HOLY DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.artie.com/april_fools/arg-april-fool-plumber-207x215-url.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 215px;" src="http://www.artie.com/april_fools/arg-april-fool-plumber-207x215-url.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;span style="border-bottom: medium none; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1238454913_2"&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1238490146_5"&gt;Florida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; , an atheist created a case against the upcoming &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1238454913_3"&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1238490146_6"&gt;Easter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1238454913_4"&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1238490146_7"&gt;Passover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; holy days.  He hired an attorney to bring a discrimination case against Christians, Jews and observances of their holy days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The argument was that it was unfair that atheists had no such recognized days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The case was brought before a judge.  After listening to the passionate presentation by the lawyer, the judge banged his gavel declaring,"Case dismissed!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lawyer immediately stood objecting to the ruling saying, "Your honor, how can you possibly dismiss this case?  &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1238454913_5"&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1238490146_8"&gt;The Christians&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; have Christmas, Easter and others.  The Jews have Passover, &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1238454913_6"&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1238490146_9"&gt;Yom Kippur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and  &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1238454913_7"&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1238490146_10"&gt;Hanukkah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, yet my client and all other atheists have no such holidays."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The judge leaned forward in his chair saying, "But you do.  Your client, counsel, is woefully ignorant."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lawyer said, "Your Honor, we are unaware of any special observance or holiday for atheists."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The judge said, "The calendar says &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1238490146_11"&gt;April 1st&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1238454913_8"&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1238490146_12"&gt;April Fools Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Psalm 14:1 states, 'The fool says in his heart, there is no God.' Thus, it is the opinion of this court, that if your client says there is no God, then he is a fool.  Therefore, April 1st is his day.  Court is adjourned."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got to love a Judge that knows his scripture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is too good not to forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="magazine"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8323543058306391899-61477540240647101?l=distantfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/61477540240647101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323543058306391899&amp;postID=61477540240647101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323543058306391899/posts/default/61477540240647101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323543058306391899/posts/default/61477540240647101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfeet.blogspot.com/2009/03/florida-court-sets-atheist-holy-day.html' title='FLORIDA COURT SETS ATHEIST HOLY DAY'/><author><name>Distant feet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444324599543486341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y52QyvhvwMU/SNULpwyI5DI/AAAAAAAAAAM/204LKfhVJzE/S220/smredss1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323543058306391899.post-1958215337848092912</id><published>2009-03-24T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T10:14:17.864-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hongkong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='macau'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="magazine"&gt;T &lt;/span&gt; hinking of unwinding and finding the other side of the world....well this one below is home and work base.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/H6LmAM6Dqa8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/H6LmAM6Dqa8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" 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;Been saving for a vacation in Macau someday....hopefully not alone this time. :)&lt;br /&gt;( nuestra que bonita macau ) tierra nina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/e2kD7qvBiI0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/e2kD7qvBiI0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" 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;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wishing for cupped hands.... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;“The traveler sees what he sees, the tourist sees what he has come to see.”&lt;/span&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/8323543058306391899-1958215337848092912?l=distantfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/1958215337848092912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323543058306391899&amp;postID=1958215337848092912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323543058306391899/posts/default/1958215337848092912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323543058306391899/posts/default/1958215337848092912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfeet.blogspot.com/2009/03/t-hinking-of-unwinding-and-finding.html' title=''/><author><name>Distant feet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444324599543486341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y52QyvhvwMU/SNULpwyI5DI/AAAAAAAAAAM/204LKfhVJzE/S220/smredss1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323543058306391899.post-7285231621226751873</id><published>2009-03-24T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T10:15:27.270-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='patient'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='evil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='proud'/><title type='text'>Lovely...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SBk8eo_mHAw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SBk8eo_mHAw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" 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;I got worried about Emily. I have been trying to get in touch with moorie and wanted to know how emily was. The last time i heard, She had her last chemotherapy session. No email , no offline messages, nothing....I don't usually worry about her but today i got a bit worried for not really hearing from them.&lt;br /&gt;London has become too busy i guess. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well 9pm to be exact, Moorie emailed me that everything is just fine. Emily is returning home 2 days from now. I felt a sudden relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moorie, sent me a nice poem which emily loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to share it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dear Lord:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Because love is patient:&lt;/span&gt; Help me to be slow to judge, but quick to listen, hesitant to criticize, but eager to encourage, remembering your endless patience with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Because love is kind:&lt;/span&gt; Help my words to be gentle and my actions to be thoughtful. Remind me to smile and to say "Please" and "Thank You" because those little things still mean so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Because love does not envy or boast, and it is not proud:&lt;/span&gt; Help me have a heart that is humble and sees the good in others. May I celebrate and appreciate all that I have and all that I am, as well as doing the same for those around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Because love is not rude or self-seeking:&lt;/span&gt; Help me to speak words that are easy on the ear and on the heart. When I'm tempted to get wrapped up in my own little world, remind me there's a great big world out there full of needs and hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Because love is not easily angered and keeps no record of wrongs:&lt;/span&gt; Help me to forgive others as you have forgiven me. When I want to hold onto a grudge, gently help me release it so I can reach out with a hand of love instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Because love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth:&lt;/span&gt; Help me stand up for what is right and good. May I defend the defenseless, and help the helpless. Show me how I can make a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because love always protects and always trusts: Help me to be a refuge for those around me.When the world outside is harsh and cold, may my heart be a place of acceptance and warmth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Finally, because love always perseveres:&lt;/span&gt; Help my heart continually beat with love for You and others. AMEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8323543058306391899-7285231621226751873?l=distantfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/7285231621226751873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323543058306391899&amp;postID=7285231621226751873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323543058306391899/posts/default/7285231621226751873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323543058306391899/posts/default/7285231621226751873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfeet.blogspot.com/2009/03/lovely.html' title='Lovely...'/><author><name>Distant feet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444324599543486341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y52QyvhvwMU/SNULpwyI5DI/AAAAAAAAAAM/204LKfhVJzE/S220/smredss1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323543058306391899.post-5429754149622249502</id><published>2009-03-20T20:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T10:17:09.137-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='torch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='glow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unknowing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='light'/><title type='text'>A better vision</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y52QyvhvwMU/ScRz1uUgZII/AAAAAAAAAGs/XtwYqSka14w/s1600-h/Peak-July-2007-027-701459.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y52QyvhvwMU/ScRz1uUgZII/AAAAAAAAAGs/XtwYqSka14w/s320/Peak-July-2007-027-701459.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315500827008328834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been awhile and the journey of the unknowing with or without the senses has been the most profound revelation to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, You can NEVER explain the experiences you have had since it is just too personal to even make another human heart know your pain and your inner joy when it finally happened. But the only thing visible is that people around you see you in a new light. A different and more luminous light and your being becomes less heavier that what it use to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all lose the glow  from time to time because some other things rob off our peace of the heart but the struggle to keep the torch lighted is what is important. It is always a choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed are those whom God had paired for life. To have and to hold.&lt;br /&gt;( With God in between hearts )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed are those who have family to BE with in times of adversity.&lt;br /&gt;Blessed are those who have true friends who love them for what they truly are.&lt;br /&gt;Blessed are those who have their health and could enjoy the morning walks.&lt;br /&gt;Blessed are those who can see goodness in spite of this crazy world.&lt;br /&gt;Blessed are those who chooses to be good in spite of this cunning world.&lt;br /&gt;Blessed are those who love in spite of the brokenness.&lt;br /&gt;Blessed are those who are brave even if there is fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="magazine"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8323543058306391899-5429754149622249502?l=distantfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/5429754149622249502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323543058306391899&amp;postID=5429754149622249502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323543058306391899/posts/default/5429754149622249502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323543058306391899/posts/default/5429754149622249502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfeet.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-been-awhile-and-journey-of.html' title='A better vision'/><author><name>Distant feet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444324599543486341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y52QyvhvwMU/SNULpwyI5DI/AAAAAAAAAAM/204LKfhVJzE/S220/smredss1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y52QyvhvwMU/ScRz1uUgZII/AAAAAAAAAGs/XtwYqSka14w/s72-c/Peak-July-2007-027-701459.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323543058306391899.post-882975695031774983</id><published>2009-03-03T08:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T10:17:59.386-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='free'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nurture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='envy'/><title type='text'>The Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="magazine"&gt;When &lt;/span&gt; do you stop loving?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess , you never stop. Even if things aren't the same , The feeling has been installed forever. The degree of the senses just falls back but your mind and heart knows it's there...&lt;br /&gt;Whether it was a romantic love or pure friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;God has a way of making you realize that one truly loves you never run out of it. Even if it hurts. The care and the love of brotherhood and sisterhood just permanently grows within you. It means you have practice the law very well and brave enough to nurture it even if it doesn't nurture back. No ill feelings and hatred can come or linger inside your heart. Nor envy can ruin your soul.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cardiophile.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/heart-in-hands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 354px; height: 349px;" src="http://cardiophile.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/heart-in-hands.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When you truly love, It is only when you know you are FREE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love with all your might!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8323543058306391899-882975695031774983?l=distantfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/882975695031774983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323543058306391899&amp;postID=882975695031774983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323543058306391899/posts/default/882975695031774983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323543058306391899/posts/default/882975695031774983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfeet.blogspot.com/2009/03/heart.html' title='The Heart'/><author><name>Distant feet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444324599543486341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y52QyvhvwMU/SNULpwyI5DI/AAAAAAAAAAM/204LKfhVJzE/S220/smredss1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323543058306391899.post-4609242920295286544</id><published>2009-02-17T19:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T10:18:39.634-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abraham'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='david'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='noah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joseph'/><title type='text'>Before they were biblical superstars...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.raindrop.org/rugrat/fun/cark.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 544px; height: 408px;" src="http://www.raindrop.org/rugrat/fun/cark.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="magazine"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's what a few of the Bible's most well known people did&lt;br /&gt;before they became famous...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Noah&lt;/span&gt; was a farmer -     He went on to build the Ark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Abraham &lt;/span&gt;was a livestock owner -     He would one day become&lt;br /&gt;founder of the Jewish nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joseph&lt;/span&gt; was a slave and a prisoner-     He would later become&lt;br /&gt;the ruler of Egypt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;David&lt;/span&gt; was a shepherd     who became Israel's greatest king.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Matthew&lt;/span&gt; started out as a tax collector     but finished as a&lt;br /&gt;disciple of Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Peter&lt;/span&gt; was a fisherman     who became a fisher of men, leading&lt;br /&gt;the early church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see,&lt;br /&gt;God uses ordinary people to accomplish extraordinary things.&lt;br /&gt;The people above are just like you and I.&lt;br /&gt;What made God use them was their willingness to be used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So just because the world may not see you as someone special,&lt;br /&gt;take heart because God does.&lt;br /&gt;If you are willing to be used by the Lord,&lt;br /&gt;He will use you for great and wonderful things.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you won't part the Red Sea or lead a nation,&lt;br /&gt;but everyday you will represent the Living God to the dying world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that makes you truly extraordinary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By - Paul Kusiak&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8323543058306391899-4609242920295286544?l=distantfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/4609242920295286544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323543058306391899&amp;postID=4609242920295286544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323543058306391899/posts/default/4609242920295286544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323543058306391899/posts/default/4609242920295286544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfeet.blogspot.com/2009/02/before-they-were-biblical-superstars.html' title='Before they were biblical superstars...'/><author><name>Distant feet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444324599543486341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y52QyvhvwMU/SNULpwyI5DI/AAAAAAAAAAM/204LKfhVJzE/S220/smredss1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323543058306391899.post-8395978215199728104</id><published>2009-02-13T05:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T10:21:31.147-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lovers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='valentines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hurts'/><title type='text'>Heart's Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.more4kids.info/uploads/Image/Feb/happy-valentines.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 298px;" src="http://www.more4kids.info/uploads/Image/Feb/happy-valentines.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="magazine"&gt; T0&lt;/span&gt; My Friends Who Are...........&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SINGLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is like a butterfly. The more you chase it, the more it eludes you. But if you just let it fly, it will come to you when you least expect it. Love can make you happy but often it hurts, but love's only special when you give it to someone who is really worth it. So take your time and choose the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To My Friends Who Are............&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT SO SINGLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love isn't about becoming somebody else's 'perfect person.' It's about finding someone who helps you become the best person you can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To My Friends Who Are............&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PLAYBOY/GIRL TYPE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never say 'I love you' if you don't care. Never talk about feelings if they aren't there. Never touch a life if you mean to break a heart. Never look in the eye when all you do is lie. The cruelest thing a guy can do to a girl is to let her fall in love when he doesn't intend to catch her fall and it works both ways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To My Friends Who Are............&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MARRIED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is not about 'it's your fault', but 'I'm sorry.' Not 'where are you', but 'I'm right here.' Not 'how could you', but 'I understand.' Not 'I wish you were', but 'I'm thankful you are.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To My Friends Who Are............&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ENGAGED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The true measure of compatibility is not the years spent together but how good you are for each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To My Friends Who Are............&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HEARTBROKEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heartbreaks last as long as you want and cut as deep as you allow them to go. The challenge is not how to survive heartbreaks but to learn from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To My Friends Who Are............&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NAIVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to be in love: Fall but don't stumble, be consistent but not too persistent, share and never be unfair, understand and try not to demand, and get hurt but never keep the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To My Friends Who Are............&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;POSSESSIVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It breaks your heart to see the one you love happy with someone else but it's more painful to know that the one you love is unhappy with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To My Friends Who Are............&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AFRAID TO CONFESS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love hurts when you break up with someone. It hurts even more when&lt;br /&gt;someone breaks up with you. But love hurts the most when the person you love has no idea how you feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To My Friends Who Are............&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;STILL HOLDING ON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sad thing about life is when you meet someone and fall in love, only to&lt;br /&gt;find out in the end that it was never meant to be and that you have wasted years on someone who wasn't worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he isn't worth it now,&lt;br /&gt;he's not going to be worth it a year or 10 years from now. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Let go.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8323543058306391899-8395978215199728104?l=distantfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/8395978215199728104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y52QyvhvwMU/SNULpwyI5DI/AAAAAAAAAAM/204LKfhVJzE/S220/smredss1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323543058306391899.post-9171811343118804960</id><published>2009-02-06T09:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T10:22:11.644-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='patience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pain'/><title type='text'>I asked and asked...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="magazine"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; asked God to grant me patient.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;God said NO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Patience is by - product of tribulations; it isn't granted , it is earned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I asked God to give me happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;God said NO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I give you blessings, Happiness is up to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I asked God to spare me from pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;God said NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sufferings draws you apart from worldy cares and brings you close to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked God to make my spirit grow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;God said NO.&lt;br /&gt;You must grow on your own but I will prune you to make you fruitful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I asked God for all the things i might enjoy life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;God said NO.&lt;br /&gt;I will give you life so that you will all things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I askd God to help me love others, as much as God loves me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;God said:&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh, finally , you have the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from the simplified version of St. John the Cross' " The Dark night of the Soul"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8323543058306391899-9171811343118804960?l=distantfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/9171811343118804960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323543058306391899&amp;postID=9171811343118804960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323543058306391899/posts/default/9171811343118804960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323543058306391899/posts/default/9171811343118804960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfeet.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-asked-god-to-grant-me-patient.html' title='I asked and asked...'/><author><name>Distant feet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444324599543486341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y52QyvhvwMU/SNULpwyI5DI/AAAAAAAAAAM/204LKfhVJzE/S220/smredss1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323543058306391899.post-9142090549541640269</id><published>2009-02-06T06:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T10:22:41.559-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='believe'/><title type='text'>The other way to say it..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="magazine"&gt; DO&lt;/span&gt; not BELIEVE IN ME.&lt;br /&gt;                 IF I DON'T BELIEVE IN GOD.&lt;br /&gt;BELIEVE IN ME ONLY IF I BELIEVE IN GOD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8323543058306391899-9142090549541640269?l=distantfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/9142090549541640269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323543058306391899&amp;postID=9142090549541640269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323543058306391899/posts/default/9142090549541640269'/><link rel='self' 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term='invincible'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strength'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pain'/><title type='text'>My friendship with Him.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="magazine"&gt;W &lt;/span&gt;here do you think i draw my strength from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y52QyvhvwMU/SYxBbv_KwqI/AAAAAAAAAGE/HKsn52BbcJw/s1600-h/22237622_5575be4230.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 315px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y52QyvhvwMU/SYxBbv_KwqI/AAAAAAAAAGE/HKsn52BbcJw/s320/22237622_5575be4230.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299682806501917346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for saving my day again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU ARE AMAZING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"Peace I leave with you, my peace I give unto you: not as the world giveth, give I unto you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;(John 14:27)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I sometimes felt I am favored, is it probably because you want other people to see it ? not for the boast but as a&lt;br /&gt;LIVING witness to you.?&lt;br /&gt;You do not favor me all because for the glory of my own very self but instead&lt;br /&gt;you want&lt;br /&gt;them to see the words that had put a stake  into my heart&lt;br /&gt;but actually they didn't get to the biggest artery of my soul but&lt;br /&gt;instead they have pierced your heart for blasphemy and they are mocking you&lt;br /&gt;and not me.&lt;br /&gt;It is the human eye that decieves them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you , My God for bringing me strength when adversity came&lt;br /&gt;and had given me power of silence even if i was tempted to&lt;br /&gt;fight back and talk back and be like them. It was a much more easier path if i&lt;br /&gt;did that.&lt;br /&gt;But you have blessed me with the grace to hold on and keep&lt;br /&gt;my cool til it was time to speak up.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for carrying me and putting me into your lap when&lt;br /&gt;i needed so much solace&lt;br /&gt;just to be able to get through the day when i come to work everyday.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly going to work seems an ordeal but every time&lt;br /&gt;I am reminded of my plight...&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside I knew it was worth all the pain.&lt;br /&gt;I choose to the road less taken and stood up&lt;br /&gt;for the  moral changes and human dignity when no one cares about them&lt;br /&gt;it is when I knew.&lt;br /&gt;that one minute at work isn't going to be wasted for you my God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the speech I made, Which I totally credit to you, as the&lt;br /&gt;lover of my soul, YOU have engulfed me with your love and wisdom&lt;br /&gt;at that special time that i don't even remember what i said.&lt;br /&gt;You took over my soul, healed my weary mind&lt;br /&gt;and replaced confidence and love in my heart but&lt;br /&gt;with sincere conviction to tell the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words of wisdom just flow freely because i have you in my heart&lt;br /&gt;and thank you for taking care of the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The success now is even sweeter.&lt;br /&gt;So sweet that i felt so blessed and somehow in this puny heart of mine,&lt;br /&gt;felt vindicated.&lt;br /&gt;I know this is human nature , but help me grow Lord, not&lt;br /&gt;to focus on my own satisfaction but instead rejoice for the&lt;br /&gt;truth is out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Please teach me to be humble again and always, inspite of the&lt;br /&gt;blessing and happiness that i experience today and the past few days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was just awesome where I earned respect and appreciation.&lt;br /&gt;But honestly, I am grateful that&lt;br /&gt;I am able to stand for you and hoping that i have please your tender heart&lt;br /&gt;and what i believe was right&lt;br /&gt;to glorify you in this material world when spirituality&lt;br /&gt;isn't important to a society of make belief and&lt;br /&gt;mortal self glorification.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope they have realized that NO&lt;br /&gt;one is INVINCIBLE Except YOU!&lt;br /&gt;no matter what names they give you&lt;br /&gt;they couldn't argue that there is&lt;br /&gt;really a great force out there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That they realize that it is YOU who gives them the sun and the moon&lt;br /&gt;the wind and the faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without them wanting faith, then&lt;br /&gt;they will never experience it. You have loved us unselfishly&lt;br /&gt;that even faith has to be wanted in free will so we can&lt;br /&gt;drink and absorb the power of the holy spirit.&lt;br /&gt;Other than that faith&lt;br /&gt;they all fall for oblivion, a loop when there is no end but&lt;br /&gt;a deafening silence and desperate loneliness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT your heart is just full of mercy.&lt;br /&gt;I still believe that YOU always give time, and the time&lt;br /&gt;is Now.&lt;br /&gt;It is just a matter of choice and&lt;br /&gt;breaking every inch of pride in one's body.&lt;br /&gt;TO admit that WE NEED YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fellow friends will forget today and will forget about me.&lt;br /&gt;BUT I wish they will never forget you and the SIGNS&lt;br /&gt;that you are changing the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for allowing the darkness so I can appreciate the light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please help me Jesus to go deeper in faith and humility everyday&lt;br /&gt;I WILL NEVER WANT TO GO ASTRAY EVER AGAIN.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart just felt so LOVED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/8323543058306391899-3330025445470843935?l=distantfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/3330025445470843935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323543058306391899&amp;postID=3330025445470843935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323543058306391899/posts/default/3330025445470843935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323543058306391899/posts/default/3330025445470843935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfeet.blogspot.com/2009/02/w-here-do-you-think-i-draw-my-strength.html' title='My friendship with Him.'/><author><name>Distant feet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444324599543486341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y52QyvhvwMU/SNULpwyI5DI/AAAAAAAAAAM/204LKfhVJzE/S220/smredss1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y52QyvhvwMU/SYxBbv_KwqI/AAAAAAAAAGE/HKsn52BbcJw/s72-c/22237622_5575be4230.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323543058306391899.post-7407735029311252946</id><published>2009-02-02T10:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T10:24:27.530-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='giver'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Chain of thoughts...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w263/lynnasanch/GodsColors9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 646px; height: 484px;" src="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w263/lynnasanch/GodsColors9.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="magazine"&gt; A&lt;/span&gt;nother familiar shared thought from a good friend ...HM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He said...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;God didn't promise a "beautiful life" but a "good life" when we follow him.&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful doesn't always follows goodness. Goodness doesn't always follow beauty, Anything that is beautiful and NOT good is not of GOD."&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts to connect : &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" Yes, very true and ONE can only be truly beautiful when one has GOD in his heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infact, even those who think they are quite far from any religious life, The Goodness of the heart comes from somewhere...all we need to do is thirst for a more upclose and personal - individual relationship with Him.&lt;br /&gt;The ONE and ONLY GIVER OF REAL GOODNESS AND BEAUTY. One is assured to never ran out of it when one continues to labor for his faith.&lt;br /&gt;You will be perfect but at least one has to try... :) and just be good.&lt;br /&gt;He will take care of the rest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8323543058306391899-7407735029311252946?l=distantfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/7407735029311252946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323543058306391899&amp;postID=7407735029311252946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323543058306391899/posts/default/7407735029311252946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323543058306391899/posts/default/7407735029311252946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfeet.blogspot.com/2009/02/chain-of-thoughts.html' title='Chain of thoughts...'/><author><name>Distant feet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444324599543486341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y52QyvhvwMU/SNULpwyI5DI/AAAAAAAAAAM/204LKfhVJzE/S220/smredss1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323543058306391899.post-1490722782075667679</id><published>2009-02-02T08:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T10:25:25.746-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forward'/><title type='text'>Praying it Forward!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y52QyvhvwMU/SYctUkuGXOI/AAAAAAAAAFw/gvjVLu7b7wg/s1600-h/f_Hugs2m_0889afd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 208px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y52QyvhvwMU/SYctUkuGXOI/AAAAAAAAAFw/gvjVLu7b7wg/s320/f_Hugs2m_0889afd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298253318102342882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="magazine"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;  o you know that when someone else is praying for you with all his honesty and pure heart , God listens to you more , The prayer for a friend, a son, a mother or any person whom you feel  has an immediate need for it,  Is better heard than praying for your own needs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I have seen it happen lately. I will probably talk about it when i got more time for blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something about our family's dilemma and It only took a sincere pure heart then the answer came along on the last 2 minutes. GOD IS JUST AMAZING! I get the goosebumps every time i remember this. ( Jan 22,2009)  I had made some research about this, When God is more passionate to your prayers when you pray for other people. Took me awhile to get all the answers but it made sense. God wants us to love  Period. When we pay attention more to our needs and wants ,we tend to be selfish and self centered and sometimes greedy.  Ego centered prayers, the "me- me- me- mine- mine- " prayers.&lt;br /&gt;God doesn't like greedy people since HE is a very generous God and God wants us to give whenever we can, It is only in giving that we practice one of his law which is "TO LOVE". :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can actually give without loving but you can never love when you do not give.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading books about love without practice is useless and quoting and telling friends by word of mouth is useless if you do not show it. It is easy to show love when everything is happy and convenient but would you be able to show love even when it is the hardiest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It IS only when we try not to be selfish and put the needs of the others first before ours than we can say we have practiced it.  There is more to life than your  own sufferings.   It is like when you give off your  precious time or something  very intimate which is your care and putting aside your need temporarily because someone needs you more or that someone needs the prayer more than you do...it is the only time that you begin to live as a true christian. (imitating christ , for the purpose of loving his work and gratitude over the cross) &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Unlike the  fakeychristians - the immitation of the originals..,who failed to even love their neighbors.(LOL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a process, I told my friend Norma, the other day that , Do not be afraid to go to the process, It may not be a famous road to go...but you are sure of a lasting and enduring supply of grace and one of them is peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God didn't promise money or material convenience &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;( don't expect to win the lottery either)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but HE did promise a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt; life and lasting  peace of the heart&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all know we will never reach the perfection while we are still alive , but wouldn't it be nice and rewarding if you get to taste that place where you can be at peace, not with any person but a divine spirit. It is unexplainable, Those who hasn't experience it will never know or have an idea what i am talking about...Some would even say i am delusional, that i am only making it up. Honestly, it doesn't bother me anymore, Those comments are not meant to hurt me but because " that experience" i was talking about is something which not everyone can have UNLESS you thirst for it. Your hunger should be very deep for you to see how sumptuous your meal was.   It isn't because those whom have experience it are angels or holy, NO. a big NO. It is because one has to surrender the wisdom of the world so one can embrace the transformation. Yes, it is a transformation. One can not experience Not because you lack knowledge , not because you are unholy or not because you are not good enough it is because you do not long for it, do you know that even curiosity and acting up on it sends a spark to God's heart ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't it be a better world if everyone doesn't just pray for his own very needs but prays sincerely for the other...more like "praying it forward" i am praying for you and you pray for me and domino effect.  Don't you think this would be a less selfish world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will soon be posting some readings for my dear friend Norma.  How can i refuse a good friend's&lt;br /&gt;request. Faraway friends are God's blessings and thank God for the internet. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8323543058306391899-1490722782075667679?l=distantfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/1490722782075667679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323543058306391899&amp;postID=1490722782075667679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323543058306391899/posts/default/1490722782075667679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323543058306391899/posts/default/1490722782075667679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfeet.blogspot.com/2009/02/praying-it-forward.html' title='Praying it Forward!'/><author><name>Distant feet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444324599543486341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y52QyvhvwMU/SNULpwyI5DI/AAAAAAAAAAM/204LKfhVJzE/S220/smredss1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y52QyvhvwMU/SYctUkuGXOI/AAAAAAAAAFw/gvjVLu7b7wg/s72-c/f_Hugs2m_0889afd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323543058306391899.post-3793717444906111831</id><published>2009-01-31T08:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T00:51:25.534-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hero'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='broken'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brother'/><title type='text'>So long Capt. till i see you again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y52QyvhvwMU/SZVuVgSA_fI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Xe6mbFqrX_8/s1600-h/toronto-clouds-plane-window-700345.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 193px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y52QyvhvwMU/SZVuVgSA_fI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Xe6mbFqrX_8/s320/toronto-clouds-plane-window-700345.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302265452020432370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am going to write before I forget this feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I visited my dying uncle this morning at his home. It is just hard seeing him especially when you know it is just a matter of time. In away I have been postponing  the meeting because i know it is going to be hard for me to let go of him when it was just about a year ago that we tried to be uncle – niece again&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but then that's life. You don’t remain to be all stranger all your life. Somehow , someway, things gets fixed , as long as your heart stays open, it never stays broken.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People for a reason and a season. It just so happen that he is my uncle and A brother to my mom.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A role he had to play in this life.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I choose bravery &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;than selfishness so I finally went to see him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart ached seeing him that way but i manage to hold back the tears and hugged him instead. One of the longest and silent hugs to start the year.  Still buffering and holding back the tears and then he let go of me. As i face him ,&lt;br /&gt;He asked me " why do you love me? " I was surprised with his question but answered him &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;" I don't know" I just know that I love you eversince...&lt;br /&gt;and he started to weep. He weeped because it was  my family  my mom in particular who have tried to see him and talk to him these day and constantly checking on him.. His siblings of 5, ( living ones) excluding my mother, had just sent him money and some food but never ever visited him while he was in the hospital. He needed a lot of things but &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;he needed love&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;his family’s attention . He knew he wasnt going to stay very long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The questioned really had me thinking, What would be the feeling when were finally on our death bed, I realized that This is the ONLY honest&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;time&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;when we discover who really loved us not for what we were but for what we are now...&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My uncle was a self made man. Very intelligent and respected man of his industry. He had driven the most powerful airplanes in asia and the world. He had a time of his life.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="trebuchet ms"&gt;And then he asked me? How &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;old are you now? – I smiled back and said, you’re not that old yet but I am older now…he laughed and asked me again , I said I just turned 35.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;His eyes was surprised…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="trebuchet ms"&gt;And said : oh my,&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s been 31 years . I asked : what about the 31 years?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="trebuchet ms"&gt;31 years ago we almost die, the plane crash in Sarawak island, malaysia?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;- he reminded. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="trebuchet ms"&gt;For some reason, My heart got a bit nostalgic, realizing that this was the man who saved my life and my mothers . I was then transported to that time ,I was almost 5&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;crying and choking over the flames that engulfed the commercial aircraft.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I could well remember his last words before the touch down, He said to my mom, “florita, let me have shine and empty your lap and bend over.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My mom was frantic “ why ben? “ she asked, My uncle said, “tonta” just do it!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He was&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;SO angry and continued to&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;cuss &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;out( iv’e heard all the C’s of Spanish cussing ) And then he said…again ,” the moment I got out from this&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;alive, I will kill this guy!” …no one understood what he was saying as , he spoke in Spanish but the people knew he was fumingly mad at the pilot.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;As we were almost touching down,&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;hugged me&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;and my left cheek clutched to his chest …And &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;then there was&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;a loud roar and smacked us down , then up and down , up and down,&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was like we were thumping forever until &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;the airplane swirled across the runway , there was a continues swirling of the plane and people were shouting and crying. I felt dizzy and holding my breath for the longest time. I started to pee&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;endlessly, I was really in horror. I closed my eyes while we were spinning , I didn’t quite know how long it was but I thought , we were really going to die and this is it!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;As young as I was, I knew about death. How couldn’t I? , Before this plane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;How couldn’t I? , Before this plane crash , we were attending a burial.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;One of my mom’s brother who was murdered. It was such a stressful moment when one dies without any notice. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Well like they always say, &lt;i style=""&gt;“Death is like a thief in the night, you will never know when he strikes and get you. “&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Death was very much learned and that time when the plane crash happened, It was so obvious that death was just around the corner not for all of us though at that time.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thank heavens!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;NOT YET.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Inside the plane it was fuzzy, fire started creeping in the cabin then to the passenger area. We heard people shouting ,&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“ kayu! Kayu! Kayu!” fire for bahasa ( malay). Fire! Fire! Fire! The plane was on fire.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Our time wasn’t up yet since, the plane crashed on the biggest fire station on the area. God had to stop the spinning exactly on the wide fields of the that particular fire station. Some American , Malay Philippine soldiers were on a training at that time, Immediately responded for a rescue… It made me realized that he had the knowing that we were going to crash and he secured me, he knew i was going to be the first one to be crushed since i can be instantly be carried by the pressure and the intense bumping of the plane. He enveloped me and my mom  instead and had absorbed the stress while the plane was crashing. Or We would have been one of the unlucky ones on the flight , the rest was history.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p face="trebuchet ms" class="MsoNormal"&gt;My uncle had a clear memory as he began to tell me the story.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was teary eyed just listening to his details of what he really happened.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="trebuchet ms" class="MsoNormal"&gt;He was a professor in Manila and later in US Aero school in New Jersey.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p face="trebuchet ms" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p face="trebuchet ms" class="MsoNormal"&gt;He was a brilliant man and very generous.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;His weakness? Women&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;!!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p face="trebuchet ms" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p face="trebuchet ms" class="MsoNormal"&gt;To his death bed, He knew I loved him. I&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;couldn’t thank him enough for being my hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;He never gave up on me&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;after the accident and had to continuously brought me to the hangar whenever he was in Manila.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He had a fancy lifestyle, flying all over the country &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y52QyvhvwMU/SZVtieCZqKI/AAAAAAAAAGM/L10riMUPaj0/s1600-h/1978cessna210mexterior-small3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y52QyvhvwMU/SZVtieCZqKI/AAAAAAAAAGM/L10riMUPaj0/s320/1978cessna210mexterior-small3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302264575244740770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;bringing his own private 6 seater plane and he would tag me along with my other cousin steve. I was 8 and steve was 7.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;This continued for so many years and that traumatic experiences faded away and in a way my uncle had helped me healed and overcome my fear of flying.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;My cousin steve is now an aircraft engineer, He was so inspired to work with planes ever since we were flying with uncle ben and enjoying the views of different places during weekends.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Before I could even post this, My uncle passed away. I couldn’t thank him enough for loving me and for treating me as if I was his own.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Where ever he is right now, I know he is in a better place than the rest of us.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I just want him to know that  the years we were apart , he knew I loved him.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I still do love him and will continue to include him on my prayer of thanks that he was once&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;my uncle and my hero...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- Edited by XMLSpy® --&gt;&lt;note&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/note&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8323543058306391899-3793717444906111831?l=distantfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/3793717444906111831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323543058306391899&amp;postID=3793717444906111831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323543058306391899/posts/default/3793717444906111831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323543058306391899/posts/default/3793717444906111831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfeet.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-uncle-and-my-hero.html' title='So long Capt. till i see you again...'/><author><name>Distant feet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444324599543486341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y52QyvhvwMU/SNULpwyI5DI/AAAAAAAAAAM/204LKfhVJzE/S220/smredss1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y52QyvhvwMU/SZVuVgSA_fI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Xe6mbFqrX_8/s72-c/toronto-clouds-plane-window-700345.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323543058306391899.post-3581866526167085207</id><published>2009-01-31T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T10:27:34.354-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forgiven'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='healing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In times of desolation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is for you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For a Friend: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Prayer for Healing&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h4  style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dear Lord,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;h4  style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You know my friend M.O. so much better than I do. You know his sickness and the burden he carries. You also know his heart. Lord, I ask you to be with my friend now, working in his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Let your will be done in my friend's life. If there is a sin that needs to be confessed and forgiven, Lord, please help him to see his need and confess. Lord, I pray for my friend because your Word says I should pray for his healing. I believe you hear this earnest prayer from my heart and that it is powerful because of your promise. I have faith in you to heal my friend, but I also trust in the plan you have for his life. Lord, I don't always understand your ways, and why my friend has to suffer, but I trust you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I ask that you look with mercy and grace toward my friend. Nourish his spirit and soul in this time of suffering and comfort him with your presence. Let my friend know you are there with him through this difficulty. And may you be glorified in his life and also in mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Amen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;h5  style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"And the prayer offered in faith will make the sick person well; the Lord will raise him up. If he has sinned, he will be forgiven. Therefore confess your sins to each other and pray for each other so that you may be healed. The prayer of a righteous man is powerful and effective."&lt;br /&gt;James 5:15-16 (NIV)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;h5&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8323543058306391899-3581866526167085207?l=distantfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/3581866526167085207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323543058306391899&amp;postID=3581866526167085207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323543058306391899/posts/default/3581866526167085207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323543058306391899/posts/default/3581866526167085207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfeet.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-am-offering-today-us-time-prayer-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Distant feet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444324599543486341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y52QyvhvwMU/SNULpwyI5DI/AAAAAAAAAAM/204LKfhVJzE/S220/smredss1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323543058306391899.post-7039593186322503351</id><published>2009-01-29T20:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T10:28:31.216-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breadsticks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bible'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='geo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rosary'/><title type='text'>18 things...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="magazine"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;he 18 things that make my life easier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18)glasses&lt;br /&gt;17)blue jeans&lt;br /&gt;16)LV black sweats-my uniform on a night (lol)&lt;br /&gt;15) cellphone&lt;br /&gt;14) Laptop&lt;br /&gt;13) microwave&lt;br /&gt;12) my car&lt;br /&gt;11)lotion&lt;br /&gt;10)bread sticks&lt;br /&gt;9)hot water and instant food...lol&lt;br /&gt;8)setting lotion ( my hair is a mistake...i gotta live with this perm!!!)&lt;br /&gt;7)leather sandals or my leather cowhide boots :P&lt;br /&gt;6)silver havaianas&lt;br /&gt;5)sincere friends&lt;br /&gt;4)family&lt;br /&gt;3)Geo&lt;br /&gt;2)rosary&lt;br /&gt;1)My Daily bread by :Father Anthony Paone or my mini Bible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8323543058306391899-7039593186322503351?l=distantfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/7039593186322503351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323543058306391899&amp;postID=7039593186322503351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323543058306391899/posts/default/7039593186322503351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323543058306391899/posts/default/7039593186322503351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfeet.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-have-realized-that-i-am-simplicity-in.html' title='18 things...'/><author><name>Distant feet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444324599543486341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y52QyvhvwMU/SNULpwyI5DI/AAAAAAAAAAM/204LKfhVJzE/S220/smredss1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323543058306391899.post-640911571161920949</id><published>2009-01-28T09:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T22:43:06.128-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drawing Near to God</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; Psalm 73:28," But it is good for me to draw near to God: I have put my trust in the Lord GOD, that I may declare all thy works."---&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="magazine"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8323543058306391899-640911571161920949?l=distantfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/640911571161920949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323543058306391899&amp;postID=640911571161920949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323543058306391899/posts/default/640911571161920949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323543058306391899/posts/default/640911571161920949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfeet.blogspot.com/2009/01/drawing-near-to-god.html' title='Drawing Near to God'/><author><name>Distant feet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444324599543486341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y52QyvhvwMU/SNULpwyI5DI/AAAAAAAAAAM/204LKfhVJzE/S220/smredss1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323543058306391899.post-5282078964982862042</id><published>2009-01-14T00:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T10:29:36.218-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='courage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>God's love sent in perfection and through her heart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zF0eQ_Ktuj0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zF0eQ_Ktuj0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" 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;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is COURAGE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now , how can she do these if she was alone and so human and without the grace of GOD?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can give you 10 names of people who died defending God and His existence and had spent their life giving it away just to serve God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while name 1 unbeliever who died defending that God never exist ? or name 1 intellectual who claimed that  Jesus was&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; just&lt;/span&gt; a messenger, Just 1  intellectual who found deep joy in the company of the sick and the dying and had profoundly love on human being&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt; not those cute cool ones but the dirty poor ones?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jesus' Mercy is boundless, endless and unending.&lt;br /&gt;all we need to do is humble ourselves ...  and truly have that LASTING peace of the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jesus said:&lt;br /&gt;" love one another. He didn't say love the whole world. "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="magazine"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8323543058306391899-5282078964982862042?l=distantfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/5282078964982862042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323543058306391899&amp;postID=5282078964982862042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323543058306391899/posts/default/5282078964982862042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323543058306391899/posts/default/5282078964982862042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfeet.blogspot.com/2009/01/god-love-sent-in-perfection-and-through.html' title='God&apos;s love sent in perfection and through her heart.'/><author><name>Distant feet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444324599543486341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y52QyvhvwMU/SNULpwyI5DI/AAAAAAAAAAM/204LKfhVJzE/S220/smredss1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323543058306391899.post-1961589538724684728</id><published>2009-01-08T21:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T10:30:28.563-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ego'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='courage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pride'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='endurance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='light'/><title type='text'>God's Grace to Love... (part 1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y52QyvhvwMU/SWbnHaA8IqI/AAAAAAAAAFg/GBe6h9YBLjE/s1600-h/heal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y52QyvhvwMU/SWbnHaA8IqI/AAAAAAAAAFg/GBe6h9YBLjE/s320/heal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289168926821589666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="magazine"&gt; O &lt;/span&gt; ne who has faith can never explain on a human tongue on how he experiences God in his life to a non believer. No proof, reason or rationalization  can ever be enough. The only thing that preventing them to be ravages or to denounce the idea of crashing each other's chest is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;discipleship&lt;/span&gt;) but can you guess who gives the most &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;enduring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;love among the two?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought so too. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="top"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman,times;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span font="" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;....the endurance of darkness is preparation for great light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a name="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman,times;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span font="" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;St. John of the Cross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" name="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman,times;"&gt;&lt;span font="" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;" YOU CAN NEVER LEARN TO LOVE GOD WITH EGO,&lt;br /&gt;thus not really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;knowing what True love is all about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have a blessed and full of love weekend to all of you.&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/8323543058306391899-1961589538724684728?l=distantfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/1961589538724684728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323543058306391899&amp;postID=1961589538724684728' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323543058306391899/posts/default/1961589538724684728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323543058306391899/posts/default/1961589538724684728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfeet.blogspot.com/2009/01/o-ne-who-has-faith-can-never-explain-on.html' title='God&apos;s Grace to Love... (part 1)'/><author><name>Distant feet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444324599543486341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y52QyvhvwMU/SNULpwyI5DI/AAAAAAAAAAM/204LKfhVJzE/S220/smredss1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y52QyvhvwMU/SWbnHaA8IqI/AAAAAAAAAFg/GBe6h9YBLjE/s72-c/heal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323543058306391899.post-2479517541811705278</id><published>2009-01-03T03:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T01:36:07.071-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="magazine"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; t's 2 days after new years but better late than never!&lt;br /&gt;New year,new hope, new task to accomplish, new love to commit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am smiling today as I woke up , I was sober and not quite full from over eating. &lt;br /&gt;I just feel great for no apparent reason. The weather was colder than usual but the our home was warm as it has been. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My smile wasn't because I have a new love or a new interest but it was the inner joy I had the night before, Just being alive and sharing my family's life and I belong with good people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Smiles )&lt;br /&gt;Reminder for me :&lt;br /&gt;Hatred paralyzes life; love releases it. Hatred confuses life; love harmonizes it. Hatred darkens life; love illuminates it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Author: Martin Luther King Jr. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8323543058306391899-2479517541811705278?l=distantfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/2479517541811705278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323543058306391899&amp;postID=2479517541811705278' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323543058306391899/posts/default/2479517541811705278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323543058306391899/posts/default/2479517541811705278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfeet.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-ts-2-days-after-new-years-but-better.html' title='Happy New Year !'/><author><name>Distant feet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444324599543486341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y52QyvhvwMU/SNULpwyI5DI/AAAAAAAAAAM/204LKfhVJzE/S220/smredss1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323543058306391899.post-8093492063059504993</id><published>2008-12-26T08:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T00:57:56.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is a Prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y52QyvhvwMU/SVhlroYulNI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/vi0bR6DZY_Y/s1600-h/childpray-main_Full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 241px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y52QyvhvwMU/SVhlroYulNI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/vi0bR6DZY_Y/s320/childpray-main_Full.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285085962969191634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="magazine"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;  rayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;-  Most comm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;only known as conversations with God. To petition of solicit help from supernatural being, or To humbly beg a person for help &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;or aid or their time or just an occasion to talk to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;“a Prayer to the Lord” or Adoration or contrition or most importantly a fo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;rm of thanks giving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); text-align: center;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;What do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;es p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;rayer mean to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As I began my search,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have never questioned the existence why we need to pray. I guess this is because I have known it all my life. I grew , I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;breathe with prayers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As far as I can remember , I was very young and i had a habit of peeking at my great granny’s room, that rosy scent i couldn't resist every time i pass by her room. There she sits on a &lt;i style=""&gt;culumpio&lt;/i&gt; as we call it( a rocking chair) with candles lighted on the altar. As I try to snoop again on what she was doing, She had a thick book on her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; lap (bible) and the long wooden rosary be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ads hanging from her left hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To me it was one of the magical moment when I see her face so intensely detached to the world. Her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;soulful eyes glued to the image of Christ while she sits and murmuring spanish prayers which I didn’t quite understand at that time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As far as I can remember, My grandma Conchita was more of a dicta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tor when it comes to praying, and it was unlikely that her mother which was born on some Spanish/Japanese era was mor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e understanding or should I say more subjective when it comes to praying. To think she was born and raised in a very conservative family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There was something about her that was so special that even the protestant and the Mormons in our neighborhood respected her and had seek her council every time they were in distress or in trouble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In short, My great Grandma wants us to discover on our own why prayer is indeed important and showing us the value of it through silent gestures and practices, to be alwa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ys consistent of the teaching and putting it all in action , she was therefore teaching us even when she rema&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ined silent and meek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This didn’t sink in to me but just a few years ago , when I began to recall the history of my family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Why my family was so different from the families I have k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nown and why Prayer was so connected to loving. It was an important factor to us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Having been born in a Catholic family , Praying has played a big part of our life's celebration.  It is an occasion for all of us to be together. Somehow, I realize it is somet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hing that actually bonded us , molded us as a family especially on those trying times.  I just couldn't explain the real mystical factor of praying. Just recently our family has again witnessed the power of sincere , unselfish motives of praying that saved a life of loved one.   Every time i remember this incident. I just fill up the my bucket with so much gratefulness , another witness to a promise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Prayers are not answered right away, God is so hard to understand sometimes but how can we doubt when the very existence od our being is because of God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;As I continue to define the meaning of praying , this is the most simple meaning that I have come up.&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Straight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;from my heart's definition:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Prayer is the place of &lt;b style=""&gt;admitting our NEED,and adopting humility&lt;/b&gt; even when it’s the hardest thing to do, and claiming &lt;b style=""&gt;DEPENDENCE upon GOD.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;The perfect time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; intimate with GOD.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One authour says:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"God isn't like an giant aspirin: Take God thre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e times a day and you won't feel any pain"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                                    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shapetype id="_x0000_t75" coordsize="21600,21600" spt="75" preferrelative="t" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" filled="f" stroked="f"&gt;  &lt;v:stroke joinstyle="miter"&gt;  &lt;v:formulas&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="if lineDrawn pixelLineWidth 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 1 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum 0 0 @1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @2 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 0 1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @6 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @8 21600 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @10 21600 0"&gt;  &lt;/v:formulas&gt;  &lt;v:path extrusionok="f" gradientshapeok="t" connecttype="rect"&gt;  &lt;o:lock ext="edit" aspectratio="t"&gt; &lt;/v:shapetype&gt;&lt;v:shape id="Picture_x0020_1" spid="_x0000_i1026" type="#_x0000_t75" alt="http://www.actsweb.org/Images/quote-left.gif" style="'width:15pt;height:14.25pt;"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\chingkee\LOCALS~1\Temp\msohtmlclip1\01\clip_image001.gif" title="quote-left"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;img style="width: 1px; height: 1px;" src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/chingkee/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/msohtmlclip1/01/clip_image001.gif" alt="http://www.actsweb.org/Images/quote-left.gif" shapes="Picture_x0020_1" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well,  In my p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oint of view, It isn’t that we do not experience pain anymore. How can one NOT experience pain especially when we begin to be human again and when we love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So how should we pray? We live in a fallen, sinful world and we know that God does not promise to give us everything we want or to keep us from all suffering. In fact, the Bible tells us, "In this world you will have tribulation."&lt;sup&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So effective prayer is not a lucky charm to gain special favors. Neither is it a painkiller like a giant aspirin: "Take God three times a day and you won't feel any pain!" as J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ohn Powell put it. But even though we can't always get the answer we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;want at the moment we want it, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;God wants His children to communicate our desires to Him. "Prayer is communicating our heart to God."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So how does prayer grow INTO you and me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How ? Examine yourself:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you have patience? , do you have Prudence?, Justice? Temperance? Courage? Faith?, Hope? And most of all Genuine love? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Note&lt;/span&gt;, I added the word “genuine” because a l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ot of people lip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;service love, ( because it’s easy to say and it makes them look good when they say it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok before I digress,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;let me just ask you this? If you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;have those virtues working on your daily life then prayers are helping you achieve it. Slowly transfo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;rming you and letting God work on you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may even take a life time process but then how will you be able to explain the strength &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;of the lives of the saints and maryrs?  What was common on their daily tas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;k ? What makes them strong? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What sets them apart from all of us? What sets them apart from the non believers?   it IS the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONSTANT SUPPLY of&lt;br /&gt;COUR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;AGE to LOVE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y52QyvhvwMU/SVhp4LUIx6I/AAAAAAAAAEo/YBY1KGpXBtg/s1600-h/Love_is_courage.90111033_std.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 192px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y52QyvhvwMU/SVhp4LUIx6I/AAAAAAAAAEo/YBY1KGpXBtg/s320/Love_is_courage.90111033_std.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285090576550119330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1Peter 4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:12:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Do not be surprised          at the fiery ordeal among you, which comes upon you for your testing,          as though some strange thing were happening to you. But to the degree          that you share the sufferings of Christ, keep on rejoicing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;." And          verse 19 says: "Let those who suffer ... entrust their souls to a          faithful Creator. . ."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;James 5:13:&lt;/strong&gt; "Is anyone among you suffering? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Let him pray."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As one of the book of Thomas Greens’s&lt;a href="http://http//www.goodreads.com/book/show/2001839.When_the_Well_Runs_Dry_Prayers_Beyond_the_Beginnings"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“When the well runs dry”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://http//www.amazon.com/Opening-God-Thomas-H-Green/dp/0877931364"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Opening to God&lt;/span&gt;." &lt;/a&gt;He mentioned about the books of St. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teresa of Avila ( Union with God )&lt;/span&gt;and the &lt;a href="http://http//www.catholicfirst.com/TheFaith/CatholicClassics/Unknowing/cloud.cfm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“ The Cloud of Unknowing”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by an anonymous english monk .The books of St. John the Cross,&lt;a href="http://http//en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dark_Night_of_the_Soul"&gt;" Dark nights of the soul"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;These books speaks of a deeper faith and how prayers has played a big part of the transformation of the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the heart. When one is able to get it without further explanation and knowledge of the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); text-align: center;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;" Opening to God " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); text-align: center;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Epilogue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"The image I often use is that of a father and his year-old child. The baby has learned how to crawl, and become a very skilled crawler. Then one day the father decides to carry the baby for a walk. Suddenly the baby sees the world from the father's shoulders and moves with the speed of his father's speed. When they return home, the father puts the baby down on the floor again, and the baby is frustrated because he can only crawl. Now he knows something better is possible, and crawling is no longer satisfying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is like that in the early stages of our life in prayer. When we begin to make progress, it is not because we have learned to walk, but because God is carrying us. Like the baby, however, we tend to think we have really accomplished something ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayer becomes a joy and our faults disappear, and we think we have really learnt to walk, but the reality is that our faults have not been eliminated, but merely temporarily masked by God's grace. And when he sets us down again, prayer becomes difficult, and our failings return, and we find ourselves frustrated."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); text-align: center;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Cloud of Unknowing :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;"Our intense need to understand will always be a powerful stumbling block to our attempts to reach God in simple love [...] and must always be overcome. For if you do not overcome this need to understand, it will undermine your quest. It will replace the darkness which you have pierced to reach God with clear images of something which, however good, however beautiful, however Godlike, is not God."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;"And so I urge you, go after experience rather than knowledge. &lt;b style=""&gt;On account of pride&lt;/b&gt;, knowledge may often deceive you, but this gentle, loving affection will not deceive you. Knowledge tends to breed conceit, but love builds. Knowledge is full of labor, but love, full of rest."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Finding this book has been one of my best searches: ( Thank you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;      Beginners do not quite understand it, I was once a beginner, still consider myself a neophyte but moving up to another level which I didn’t understand. It was a phase when I felt God wasn’t listening. God is hiding or I felt I was being punished for the sins I have done and he suddenly he stop listening…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For many years, until now .still searching but the biggest consolation is consolation itself…, Prayer is subjective and mystical, You can never describe it to another individual who has not experience it or somehow not craved for it. No explanation would ever be enough. It was well describe as &lt;i style=""&gt;Prayer is truly &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;a mystery&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in ( &lt;a href="http://http//www.philosophyprofessor.com/philosophers/gabriel-marcel.php"&gt;Gabriel Marcel’s sense&lt;/a&gt; : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Something we can not objectify and view from a distance&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;because it is intensely personal and it involves our whole selves)and thus can be described as in a totally personal and subjective way . &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Honestly , I continue on my ramblings  but I just couldn’t explain that inner beauty of joy and when I found this book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“ When The Well Runs Dry”&lt;/span&gt; How I wish I had read this years and years ago…but then I am starting to complain on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wasted time of searching and finding nothing that satisfy the void within me and reading some useless books which only confirms that my thirst was ON for something more lasting, more loving , bluntly speaking to me to "never lose trust and just try and keep on trying" …&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I can not even contain the emotion that i feel when I realize how other people had been missing SO much when they try to resist THAT moment with God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; God is never compromising and God is God, God chooses the time and just perfect timing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Books mentioned above made me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;realize that everything I have gone through has also been felt by an individual whom I call a well experience man of praye and was never free of struggle just as like myself.  He has devoted most of his years praying and knowing God even when the well runs dry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It is also teaching the value of rest and Letting go by trusting God before any human promises. God uses human beings on A very enigmatic way so it makes it natural to the human eye but NOT on the human heart. JUST AN AMAZING FEELING OF BLESSEDNESS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Reading the book of St. Teresa of Avila, made me love her all the more for explaining to me the journeys of knowing God through prayers, A truly humbling experience , how I wish I can be able to share to you the feeling of greatness upon how God sends you answer when you needed it and Knowing this good souls whom God had chosen to share HIS wisdom and had the ability to write their experiences transforming it into a witnessing faith, and inspiration for beginners like me , who is slowly moving up to a deeper level.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The answer did not come over night. It came almost 5 years of searching , the unquenched thirst for it. Unceasingly knocking night after night. Despair to desolation to consolation to renewal and change of heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But it was all worth the wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am now going to embark myself to a new learning …new phase of loving and knowing my creator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Somehow, knowing all these has made me a bit scared in a way&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;( human nature sets in again&lt;/span&gt;) because I know this involves responsibility and God is preparing me for something great, Not necessary a road less bumpy but the “ consistency of being brave to love and see Him even on the darkest hour of my soul.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I continue the search while I experience what Thomas Green is describing , but you know…things aren’t that scary as it use to be. The feeling of doom is somehow described as the dark side who wants to creep in from time to time because you are not guarded and the only way to be guarded is to be ever vigilant of your faith.  "Praying" helps you store up inner goodness and light during times of weakness and temptations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One of my fellow searcher had even mentioned that christianity needs prayer only to have something to hang on. Well the good news is We need something to hang onto. Praying doesn't teach us to lie or to curse our fellow human being, It infact teaches us to humble ourselves to NEED GOD other than that the purpose of prayer is not really praying but just a self centered prayer of asking. One needs to understand that prayer is all about communication to GOD. One of my greatest wisdom found on it is - always pray for TRUTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The truth can be scary even but nothing is a substitute to the Honesty on praying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Whenever I have a problem, I try to acknowledge the problem but also ask God to show me the root cause and then help me do what I need to do to resolve it. Since most of our problems are the fruit of a deeper root, the presenting problem can often be a misleading symptom that avoids our real problem&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Sometimes I don't want to see the truth since it might be frightening or embarrassing so I tell God that I am willing to be made willing to see it—whatever it might be.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="body" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Whenever I have prayed this way, I have always had this prayer answered. Sometimes the answer comes quickly, other times slowly. takes even years and years, It usually depends on when I am ready to receive it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I will try to talk about more about that spiritual tepidity I have experienced as soon as my emotion settles in.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Right now , I am in deeper inner joy of knowing and still pondering on the unknowing. I feel blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How can you not LOVE AND FORGIVE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Another Insight from &lt;a href="http://http//www.randomhouse.com/author/results.pperl?authorid=6930"&gt;Anthony DeStefano.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;thought of sharing this to many of my friends:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;WHY DOESN'T GOD ANSWER MY PRAYER?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;God doesn't always give us what we want, but there are some prayers God always say "yes" to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All over the world right now, people are asking the question: "why doesn't God answer me when I cry out to Him? How can we reconcile the idea of God who says " Ask , and it shall be given to you" With the fact that this same God often refuses to grant what we desire most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;    There are requests God always say no to, no matter how earnestly we pray. For example, If a person wants to embezzle money from his job or commit adultery with a co-worker, God is not going to give any assistance. ( that doesn't mean the person who wants to pursue these things won't be successful anyway. God has given us the awesome gift of free choice, and that includes choice to do terrible things.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;   Then there are the prayers God says no to for reasons that are not so obvious.  There is an old expression that says, " God gives us what we need and not what we want"  God is concerned about only our ULTIMATE good, which boils down to whether or not we make it to heaven.  When we ask God to grant us something, He says yes or no based on what that decision. We we, and the people who are affected by us, be more likely to go to heaven or not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;   But if God gives is only what we need and what is good for our spiritual growth, It follows thatthere are certain prayers God always says yes to! All one has to do is to look to the Bible, the writings of Christian theologians over the centuries, and the testimonies of thousands of people right now whose prayers are being answered.  God loves to say yes to us. Not only to "small" prayers but to big , practical, and profound ones as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's often the hardest to understand why God doesn't answer prayers that no necessarily sinful in nature: Why didn't God cure my mother's cancer? Why doesn't He get me a raise so i can pay my bills? Why doesn't He send me a boyfriend? Why did He make my son autistic?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;     God's will is inscrutable and to an extent we have to accept that BUT our suffering can sometimes be part of God's plan for us. That's why &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;" God, please bring some good out of this bad situation." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;is one of the most powerful prayers in the universe.-- and that God always say yes to-- but it's also one of the toughest to pray.  ( This could mean a total submittance and to him no matter what)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When were right in the middle of suffering, it's hard to calmly consider all the wonderful things that might lie in store for us in the future, That's why cliches like " look at the bright side" can be off putting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;    But the expressions like these don't usually become cliches unless there is some truth to them Somewhere along the line, people noticed that bad things can give away good thing or even lead to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;    At it's corre, the question of how to transform suffering into happiness is a religious one.  Ultimately, It is God alone who has the power to bring good out of bad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;TO be continued...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8323543058306391899-8093492063059504993?l=distantfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/8093492063059504993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323543058306391899&amp;postID=8093492063059504993' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323543058306391899/posts/default/8093492063059504993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323543058306391899/posts/default/8093492063059504993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfeet.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-is-prayer.html' title='What is a Prayer'/><author><name>Distant feet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444324599543486341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y52QyvhvwMU/SNULpwyI5DI/AAAAAAAAAAM/204LKfhVJzE/S220/smredss1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y52QyvhvwMU/SVhlroYulNI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/vi0bR6DZY_Y/s72-c/childpray-main_Full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323543058306391899.post-1039911847136808634</id><published>2008-12-21T06:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T07:20:17.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yelling "Shooooooeeshhhhh!!!!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/i4dsB4F6puM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/i4dsB4F6puM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" 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;span class="magazine"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;in't that a shoe attack? ( laugh out loud )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yelling " This is a farewell kiss, you dog" in Arabic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bush ducked the shoes thrown in the middle of a news conference with Iraqi Prime Minister Nouri- al Maliki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both shoes narrowly missed their target and thumped loudly against the wall behind the leaders (lol)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8323543058306391899-1039911847136808634?l=distantfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/1039911847136808634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323543058306391899&amp;postID=1039911847136808634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323543058306391899/posts/default/1039911847136808634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323543058306391899/posts/default/1039911847136808634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfeet.blogspot.com/2008/12/lighter-side-of-america_21.html' title='Yelling &quot;Shooooooeeshhhhh!!!!&quot;'/><author><name>Distant feet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444324599543486341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y52QyvhvwMU/SNULpwyI5DI/AAAAAAAAAAM/204LKfhVJzE/S220/smredss1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323543058306391899.post-1369884922304364381</id><published>2008-12-20T02:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T07:23:12.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Searches...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="magazine"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;  happen to be searching on so many things lately. Work gets in the way and I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there is that deep thirst of knowledge or should I say not the knowledge coming from just a man who happens to be just blessed with a keen mind or good writing ability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want something , a confirmation , a wisdom and witnessing faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were two searches , one is about the silent warfare and the other one is spiritual tepidity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8323543058306391899-1369884922304364381?l=distantfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/1369884922304364381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323543058306391899&amp;postID=1369884922304364381' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323543058306391899/posts/default/1369884922304364381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323543058306391899/posts/default/1369884922304364381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfeet.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-searching.html' title='Searches...'/><author><name>Distant feet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444324599543486341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y52QyvhvwMU/SNULpwyI5DI/AAAAAAAAAAM/204LKfhVJzE/S220/smredss1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323543058306391899.post-3352341119331316028</id><published>2008-12-20T01:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T07:22:56.518-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saving the best for last...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="magazine"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;ecember 2008, Marks some breath taking changes in my life. We all do experience change from time to time but some transitions are just either amazing or decapitating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I simply can not describe the journey but with the events happening in just one week is just too much for me to absorb. I didn't know what else to do...but Kneel down and stare at the face of the man I love. For awhile there was nothing coming out. Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to talk to him but I didn't know what will be the first thing to talk about. After a long dorky moments of stare , my knees got tired and I grabbed my bean bag and sat there for awhile, still staring at him. Searching for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It been the  longest silence of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my heart was overflowing but it wouldn't just come out. I felt the numbness and the blankness of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got tired and slowly slouching and had closed my eyes. Yet picturing that face in my mind...hoping that he send me solace.&lt;br /&gt;At that point where in I am almost in forty winks,drifting....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A loving thought came into me , "Your prayers has been answered, drink and be merry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes opened , confused on whether I was dreaming or not. Whether it was just my mind playing a trick on me, It didn't matter. However delivered to me, I knew He answered my prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something came up that week and I have been fervently praying for it for almost a year. Just that the timing wasn't so favorable to me.&lt;br /&gt;But then, It is Gods ways when you expect him to be with you for some silly reason , He doesnt show up and when you least expected his presence , He shows up.  Just proved to be that God is just around the corner, making us want him even if he hides his face sometimes and just doesn't give us confirmation of his presence. BUT -&lt;br /&gt;who am i to complain?  I just feel blessed and loved in spite of my being stubborn and selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so I began to thank him, even if I had a heavy heart, sorta  mix emotions. "I knew you would but I just need to wait...right?" How can i doubt again." I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(well i did...but just confused why ALL of these now?....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I had to remind myself. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"He is God and he choose the time not you. All you need to do is just follow." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow along the things happened to me I have experience the sudden surge of flowing water in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Some are sad endings and some are overly beautiful events. That no matter how other people are convinced that God does not exists....a totally opposite of all the things happening to me....just made known to me and my family that God remains to be a mystery but very much ALIVE and truly loving, inviting us everyday to know Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the next pages of my blog, I will try to talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ultimate lesson I have learned is that , God might have other things for you not equally alike of what you have always expected but When there is a complete dependence on Him, a surrender, That inner peace stays and the worries slowly drifts away, there is  still  uncertainty of events but the somehow there is the strong definition of God's unending invitation to know him as God of love and mercy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8323543058306391899-3352341119331316028?l=distantfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/3352341119331316028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323543058306391899&amp;postID=3352341119331316028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323543058306391899/posts/default/3352341119331316028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323543058306391899/posts/default/3352341119331316028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfeet.blogspot.com/2008/12/december-2008-marks-some-breath-taking.html' title='Saving the best for last...'/><author><name>Distant feet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444324599543486341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y52QyvhvwMU/SNULpwyI5DI/AAAAAAAAAAM/204LKfhVJzE/S220/smredss1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323543058306391899.post-5085216378940728329</id><published>2008-12-01T08:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T08:56:51.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's little lessons</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4-YDPtOc_zc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&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/4-YDPtOc_zc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" 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/8323543058306391899-5085216378940728329?l=distantfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/5085216378940728329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323543058306391899&amp;postID=5085216378940728329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323543058306391899/posts/default/5085216378940728329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323543058306391899/posts/default/5085216378940728329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfeet.blogspot.com/2008/12/lifes-little-lessons.html' title='Life&apos;s little lessons'/><author><name>Distant feet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444324599543486341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y52QyvhvwMU/SNULpwyI5DI/AAAAAAAAAAM/204LKfhVJzE/S220/smredss1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323543058306391899.post-2477455377435057966</id><published>2008-09-21T07:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T07:35:34.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;script language="JavaScript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 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&lt;span class="magazine"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;n my journeys to the unknown , I know I was meant for something. Still  discovering it while it continues to unfold the mystery but i am slowly peeking in. It is hard sometimes to understand and when your faith is struggling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is out but somehow it is so hard to believe when nothing  seems to work out. The rain keeps on pouring without resting.&lt;br /&gt;There were questions as to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"why DO you allow this to happen ? Haven't I loved enough?"&lt;/span&gt;  and all other questions in my mind and heart. A courage I have to muster and  DARED asked them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am human and very limited , rescue me!, if there is really YOU who they claim to be mighty and all loving&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;I weeped and weeped until not a tear was left inside and and bit by bit I drifted to slumber,deep, deep and gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our lives are full of uncertainties but you can't say &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" you can't" or you can't be all involved"&lt;/span&gt; hiding yourself  from people neither over exposing your presence just to cover up the void  and  the fear of loneliness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y52QyvhvwMU/STQRRd4KlDI/AAAAAAAAADo/boG04Aym1sU/s1600-h/jesus.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y52QyvhvwMU/STQRRd4KlDI/AAAAAAAAADo/boG04Aym1sU/s320/jesus.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274860055333344306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;We need to accept that solitude is a blessing too and somewhere along that experience we also began to seek the feeling of being wanted and being accepted for what we really are , and for what we are not.  We need to connect as well as to disconnect in order  to give us time and space to be empty and continue to unload, ( or as they say &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"to reformat"&lt;/span&gt;, NOT becoming full of ourselves. To renew "US" that only when we are happy with ourselves   then we become better companions to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at times, Fear creeps in and we become confuse, withdrawn and worst , we become indifferent. The fear of getting hurt ... while we love...&lt;br /&gt;Feeling  and thinking too much, But this is how we are. Very human.  So imperfect and always in search.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often wonder now  how I am able to carry my load. I just happen to know it in my heart that THESE doesn't come just from me but from the Higher spirit within myself whom I ALLOWED to enter into my soul. The friendship that I have always wanted. If  I am able to nurture a deep friendship with my fellow human how much more with my creator. It is a process and its slow, for me to savor the sweetness of his LOVE. A pathway that I must follow so I wont forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In some years of wandering I can not see , I coudn't touch and the early formative years , I couldn't feel yet, but then my longing is stronger, WHO can I turn to?  My deep longing was so intense  that one day my soul was finally awake on my way there.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am starting to  see God in all the beautiful good souls in my lifetime. I can now touch  God through seeing and touching the faces of the people I love. I feel  HIM  every time I am being loved. Suffering will always be around but it isn't lingering  feeling of doom anymore and it isn't as lonely as it use to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this friend already. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is still beautiful and God is within us. We all have to let him be with us even if he remains silent at times.&lt;br /&gt;He wants us to seek more and crave for it and the union will be just sweet  and lasting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hopeful that he will put everything in place for me. I will continue the journey  and the great friendship I cultivate until the day I part from this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is amazing, HE waits til you let Him inside you. We  give him full consent to move us, touch us and to love us.  ALL we need to do is say, YES and he would take care of the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God , I owe you everything. Thank you for the life, The friendship and  for choosing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Night prayer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;My Friend and companion Jesus,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Teach me everyday to rely only to you and not on my earthly friends...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;They too are limited and not perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;They have many things to deal with everyday and some of them are not ready to love me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Teach and send me your grace to understand what i can not, seek your consolation in times of adversity and confusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;May I be stronger not to fall for the snare of loneliness and greed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Selfishness for my own benefits and paranoia for the sake of control.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I would never want to be separated from you, please remind me if I am beginning to digress, when i become complacent and when i become lazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;May I see your the reality of your work and not to take them for granted just because it doesn't coincide with my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; plan and my taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guide me kind divine spirit to discern and to love inspite of ...and when to LET GO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:am Sept.18.08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8323543058306391899-7392739390858573179?l=distantfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/7392739390858573179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323543058306391899&amp;postID=7392739390858573179' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323543058306391899/posts/default/7392739390858573179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323543058306391899/posts/default/7392739390858573179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfeet.blogspot.com/2008/09/on-my-journeys-to-unknown-i-know-i-was.html' title='Lasting Friendship.'/><author><name>Distant feet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444324599543486341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y52QyvhvwMU/SNULpwyI5DI/AAAAAAAAAAM/204LKfhVJzE/S220/smredss1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y52QyvhvwMU/STQRRd4KlDI/AAAAAAAAADo/boG04Aym1sU/s72-c/jesus.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323543058306391899.post-3444580345159685173</id><published>2008-09-18T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T06:34:48.349-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My distant feet.</title><content type='html'>Distan&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; feet- usually means the conversions such as kilometer to mile, meters to yards, centimeters to                  inches, millimeters to inches etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or it could also mean distance and to locate a development close to transit. Or should i say  a walking distance from a point to destination............or whatever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have basically lived from a distance and had been distant in away with a lot of things in my life.&lt;br /&gt;Basically, the last 5 years of my existence has had several surprising transitions and I had to do my fair share of adjustments to cope up . A lot of awakenings and a lot growing up to do. I realized that i think this is such an ending ordeal but the only good thing i discovered about myself is that i never forget how a little child feels like every time  i am being loved or to say the least , given importance on a particular time. It's like i am being transported to my happy childhood. Although, it wasn't perfect. I was an only child for 15 years, my parents had showered me with so much love and contentment that i carry it with me until this age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, I  had my worries back then but nothing that wouldn't be healed whenever my mother would appreciate the little nice things i did for the day and how her assurance of love had made me complete when i was growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom hugs me all night...that it kind of  bothered me for awhile when i was growing up There were times it was tight and sometimes i felt smothered. I didn't realize that all these years , it made a very good impact in my life..&lt;br /&gt;Hugging stimulates the strange flows, activating          the body's capacity for joy! even on difficult times , another form of a blessing and coping up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's weird but i am starting to know more about myself everyday from the sad,  the painful to the happiest moments of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That assurance of love from my God given parents had instantly healed my weary soul and had me get up on my knees and fight and continue.  Struggles wasn't new to me. I slowly had accepted that in this life we continue our journey even if there are crooked bumpy roads, you never stop. You just have to keep on going until you finally reach there where ever that maybe... I am sure you're heart would recognize it when its finally there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong...but I would still describe this place a little taste of heaven while on earth, still alive , breathing and having my cup of tea while watching my flower garden from a dista&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Welcome to my page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I  am  not a good writer but i think i absorb pretty well.&lt;br /&gt;a good listener, and I try to be sensitive when i need to. I try to empty myself when i have to so to able to take in and and give back.&lt;br /&gt;Here is one of my favorite poems:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe style="display: block;" id="richeditorframe"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*                                       *                                               *                                                 *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" class="poemtitle"&gt;Hope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" class="byline"&gt;by Brian Quinn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;          When all about you is black with gloom,&lt;br /&gt;And all you feel is pending doom.&lt;br /&gt;When your bones are racked with grim despair -&lt;br /&gt;When every breath is a gasp for air.&lt;br /&gt;Keep on going, though you need to grope,&lt;br /&gt;For around the bend is a ray  of hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ray of hope is perhaps all that's left,&lt;br /&gt;As your will to live has been bereft.&lt;br /&gt;You've lost it all, it's just no use!&lt;br /&gt;You can end it all, you need no excuse.&lt;br /&gt;But throw away that piece of rope,&lt;br /&gt;And give yourself a chance of hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just give yourself another day,&lt;br /&gt;Brushing aside what your thoughts may say.&lt;br /&gt;This is your life and you can  make a new  start,&lt;br /&gt;By ignoring the brain - just follow the heart.&lt;br /&gt;Taking baby steps in order to cope,&lt;br /&gt;And minute by minute you'll build on your hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Build on your hope,. one day at a time,&lt;br /&gt;Though the road be steep and hard to climb.&lt;br /&gt;The hurts of the past - they should be dead.&lt;br /&gt;The fears of the future are all in your head.&lt;br /&gt;Just live in the present and refuse to mope&lt;br /&gt;Your life will sparkle for you're living in hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8323543058306391899-3444580345159685173?l=distantfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/3444580345159685173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323543058306391899&amp;postID=3444580345159685173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323543058306391899/posts/default/3444580345159685173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323543058306391899/posts/default/3444580345159685173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfeet.blogspot.com/2008/09/measuring-distant-between-your-feet-and.html' title='My distant feet.'/><author><name>Distant feet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444324599543486341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y52QyvhvwMU/SNULpwyI5DI/AAAAAAAAAAM/204LKfhVJzE/S220/smredss1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
