<?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-8827609478058495888</id><updated>2012-01-27T11:26:10.398-05:00</updated><category term='plans'/><category term='fall colors'/><category term='resolutions'/><category term='adversity'/><category term='smart'/><category term='2011'/><category term='books'/><category term='light'/><category term='ads'/><category term='forgiveness'/><category term='feeding'/><category term='sustain'/><category term='hope'/><category term='omniscient'/><category term='challenging'/><category term='sleep'/><category term='dancing in the journey'/><category term='tenacity'/><category term='travel'/><category term='possible'/><category term='worship'/><category term='attributes'/><category term='in a blink of an eye'/><category term='Fear not'/><category term='refection'/><category term='doctorate'/><category term='voting'/><category term='sin'/><category term='future'/><category term='waiting'/><category term='standing firm'/><category term='blessed'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='steps'/><category term='fret not'/><category term='politics'/><category term='due dilligence'/><category term='doctoral program'/><category term='goals'/><category term='shine'/><category term='bucket list'/><category term='Isaiah'/><category term='self-centered'/><category term='grades'/><category term='faith'/><category term='impossible'/><category term='journey'/><category term='looking up'/><category term='time'/><category term='trash'/><category term='season'/><category term='mere seconds'/><category term='Christ'/><category term='nakation'/><category term='redemption'/><category term='strength'/><category term='aroma'/><category term='choices'/><category term='direction'/><category term='fear'/><category term='thesaurus'/><category term='smell'/><category term='Bethlehem'/><category term='funny classifieds'/><category term='circumstances'/><category term='ordinary'/><category term='whiney'/><title type='text'>Pressing On</title><subtitle type='html'>My life in six words: Not there yet, but pressing on.



"but I press on to take hold of that for which Christ Jesus took hold for me." Philippians 3:12</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Gaylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05575532113747175099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/TPQsBxLmxlI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VSM0it3elNo/S220/chris%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>76</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827609478058495888.post-7720008566563400148</id><published>2012-01-27T11:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T11:26:10.409-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If Not Me, Then Who? A Message From My Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;“But how can they call on him to save them unless they believe in him? And how can they believe in him if they have never heard about him? And how can they hear about him unless someone tells them?” Romans 10:14 (NIV)&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many needs in our world today, needs in our country, in our communities. Poverty is rampant, major illness of some sort seems to be touching every family, political unrest hovers in nearly every country. Looking at the vast amount of need can be overwhelming. It is also easy to look at one’s own life and see the need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I help with poverty when I can’t even pay all my bills right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I help take care of others when my health is an issue right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I give more time out of my day when my day is so very busy and I don’t get everything done now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I step in and do anything when what I do may just equate to a small drop in a big ocean? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, God is calling us, calling me to do something about those in need, about the biggest need of all- hearing about Him. For that need is what the true need of the world is today. How do you answer “Then I heard the voice of the Lord saying, "Whom shall I send? And who will go for us?" (Isaiah 6:8a)? For if not you (me), then who? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, with faith, believing in Him, I am responding “And I said, "Here am I. Send me!" (Isaiah 6:8b). One step, one action at a time so that all may here the greatest message of all: “For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.”(John 3:16).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If not me, then who; if not you, then who? If not for the one who told me, who told you..............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827609478058495888-7720008566563400148?l=pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/feeds/7720008566563400148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2012/01/if-not-me-then-who-message-from-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/7720008566563400148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/7720008566563400148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2012/01/if-not-me-then-who-message-from-my.html' title='If Not Me, Then Who? A Message From My Heart'/><author><name>Gaylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05575532113747175099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/TPQsBxLmxlI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VSM0it3elNo/S220/chris%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827609478058495888.post-6780184747187822544</id><published>2012-01-18T12:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T12:24:20.963-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sustain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thesaurus'/><title type='text'>Sustains</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;“I lie down and sleep; I wake again, because the LORD sustains me.” Psalm 3:5 NIV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Thesaurus day. I appreciate the thesaurus tool that is built into my “word” program and use it with some frequency. Employing the thesaurus helps with eliminating the overuse of ubiquitous or repetitive words. Many times over, it has assisted with increasing my knowledge and understanding of different words. However, something to keep in mind when availing oneself of the thesaurus is that no two words “mean exactly the same thing and are not directly interchangeable” (Dictionary.com).  One such example is the word “sustain”. I knew that sustain connoted maintain, nourished, but did not understand that it also means suffer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you answer the question, “what sustains you”? What is your understanding of that word? Is the question asking what maintains you, what nourishes you? Or is it asking about how you suffer? The question is best answered through understanding the context within it is being asked. Suffer, though, means to endure. Thus, asking what sustains you can be equivalent to asking how you are enduring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living in a privileged world, I enjoy and utilize the many different translations of the Bible. The different translations provide just a slightly different perspective of the word and often clarify something that is hazy. And yet, each translation still offers the same meaning for the verses. Incredible isn’t it?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I ask, what sustains you? For me, the answer is simple. “I lie down and sleep; I wake again, because the LORD sustains me.” (Psalm 3:5 NIV). Sustains, supports (GWT), watches over (NLT), preserves, protects, upholds, feeds, aids, assists, bears… and the list of verbs can go on and on. God’s sustain is a peace that transcends understanding, resting on faith through belief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praying that today you will fully know the peace that sustains through everything can be yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digging deeper: Psalm 4:8; Proverbs 3:24; Psalm 55:22&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827609478058495888-6780184747187822544?l=pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/feeds/6780184747187822544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2012/01/sustains.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/6780184747187822544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/6780184747187822544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2012/01/sustains.html' title='Sustains'/><author><name>Gaylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05575532113747175099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/TPQsBxLmxlI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VSM0it3elNo/S220/chris%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827609478058495888.post-6250915308225220829</id><published>2012-01-13T13:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T13:50:15.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith Filled Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;"Blessed are all who take refuge in Him" Psalm 2:12b&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you feel like you are being pulled under, take hold of Him!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827609478058495888-6250915308225220829?l=pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/feeds/6250915308225220829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2012/01/faith-filled-friday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/6250915308225220829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/6250915308225220829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2012/01/faith-filled-friday.html' title='Faith Filled Friday'/><author><name>Gaylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05575532113747175099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/TPQsBxLmxlI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VSM0it3elNo/S220/chris%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827609478058495888.post-6212804205549074491</id><published>2012-01-07T14:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T14:25:34.778-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='refection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ordinary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='challenging'/><title type='text'>Reflecting on 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qLGiIDh0B0c/TwibrVYuabI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Anjx0I2obN4/s1600/IMG9102.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="270" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qLGiIDh0B0c/TwibrVYuabI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Anjx0I2obN4/s320/IMG9102.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;“There is a time for everything and a season for every activity under heaven.” Ecclesiastes 3:1&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Year’s seems to be a time for reflection and resolution. Beth Moore challenged her readers to spend time with the Lord reflecting on 2011 and then characterize it in three words. What an incredible challenge. I am a firm believer in that history has much to teach us if we but take the time to look and ponder on the events that occurred. One of the most important lessons that I have been able to take away from participating in such events is that while the season may not have been wonderful, God has always been good and faithful, extending grace beyond measure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three words I would use to characterize 2011 are blessed, challenging, and ordinary-extraordinary:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Blessed: the birth of Faith Evelynn, being able to spend time with all the grandchildren in April and June along with their parents Sarah and Keith, seeing the love and happiness in that family; spending time with David and enjoying his gift of music; spending time (even though it was short) with my three brothers; spending time with my mother and mother-in-law; making it through two challenging parts of the doctorate program; a safe trip down and back to Dallas for residency; connecting with friends on Facebook; new books to read; connectivity to friends and family far and near through the internet; time with Chris; and our needs were always met. The list could go on and on, because the blessings were abundant;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Challenging: a year of more month than money; work; schooling; family health issues; loneliness; questioning of the journey and all the cost involved; not living right near everyone; unmet expectations;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Ordinary-extraordinary: life is what 2011 has been, filled with blessings and challenges, with ups and downs, with disappointments and wonderful surprises. And through it all God has been, is and will be (Hebrews 13:8). You see, while my life is ordinary, I have an extraordinary God who calls me His own and that makes even the usual, the mundane, the average, so much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would you describe 2011? Was it extraordinary? You can make 2012 such a year by becoming a child of God. No, all your problems will not go away; yes, there may still be hard times, but you can experience a peace that underscores it all. Just confess to Him that you want such a year, that you want to be His (I John 1:9) and you too can know that ordinary is so much more. Praying this for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827609478058495888-6212804205549074491?l=pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/feeds/6212804205549074491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2012/01/reflecting-on-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/6212804205549074491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/6212804205549074491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2012/01/reflecting-on-2011.html' title='Reflecting on 2011'/><author><name>Gaylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05575532113747175099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/TPQsBxLmxlI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VSM0it3elNo/S220/chris%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qLGiIDh0B0c/TwibrVYuabI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Anjx0I2obN4/s72-c/IMG9102.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827609478058495888.post-7260372975433574760</id><published>2011-12-14T11:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T11:23:11.124-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fear not'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bethlehem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='direction'/><title type='text'>Direction for the Journey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lixcHVH76Lk/TujM9a8-zVI/AAAAAAAAAIM/6WGcOpxcNhA/s1600/journey%2Bto%2Bb%2Bmap.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="119" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lixcHVH76Lk/TujM9a8-zVI/AAAAAAAAAIM/6WGcOpxcNhA/s320/journey%2Bto%2Bb%2Bmap.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.” (Isaiah 41:10). &lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I go on a trip, before I even leave home, I check on the map where I am headed. I make sure I have the necessary directions to arrive at my destination. If I have some place specific to be, I want good directions. I am not fond of getting lost. Directions provide guidance of how to travel from point A to point B. With today’s GPS systems, one can have step-by-step directions from door-to-door. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An angel appeared to several people on this journey to Bethlehem, preparing them for journey with two simple words of direction, “Fear not.” The journey of life, like that journey to Bethlehem 2000 years ago, can seem frightening, overwhelming. At the time of the birth of Christ, the journey to Bethlehem was a dangerous one to on which to embark. The route, a seventy mile journey which Joseph and Mary took was in rocky highlands in which bandits lay in wait for those who risk traveling. The travel is exhausting and vastly uncomfortable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, God told the travelers to “Fear not” for He was with them.  As God was with those weary travelers long ago, He is with us today.  Our journey may not be without pain, it may not be without risk and it may be tiring and uncomfortable. Dear one, &lt;i&gt;fear not&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, for God is with us; we need no other direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digging deeper: 2 Timothy 1:7; Mark 6:50; Matthew 17:7; Revelation 1:17; Genesis 26:24; Isaiah 41:13; Romans 8:15&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827609478058495888-7260372975433574760?l=pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/feeds/7260372975433574760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2011/12/direction-for-journey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/7260372975433574760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/7260372975433574760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2011/12/direction-for-journey.html' title='Direction for the Journey'/><author><name>Gaylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05575532113747175099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/TPQsBxLmxlI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VSM0it3elNo/S220/chris%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lixcHVH76Lk/TujM9a8-zVI/AAAAAAAAAIM/6WGcOpxcNhA/s72-c/journey%2Bto%2Bb%2Bmap.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827609478058495888.post-1951958877052522883</id><published>2011-12-11T15:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T15:12:25.284-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rejected Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R2eJmjX75JU/TuUObdieHvI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Tls3BvsmXIY/s1600/rejected%2Bagain.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="262" width="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R2eJmjX75JU/TuUObdieHvI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Tls3BvsmXIY/s320/rejected%2Bagain.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;“He came to his own, and his own people did not receive Him…. There was no room for them in the inn”  John 1:11, Luke 2:7b&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anticipation and dread mix together as the e-mail is opened. Then the words “we thank you for applying but”; rejected again. Louise Brown wrote “I could write an entertaining novel about rejection slips, but I fear it would be overly long”. Rejection hurts; it pierces the heart and wounds the pride. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Christmas story is not without rejection. It came about because man rejected God. How this must grieve the Father’s heart. No room at the inn for the weary travelers, one who is carrying the Christ child, purports rejection. Back in that time, hospitality was very strong part of the culture and yet no one could make room or give up their comfort for a very pregnant woman. This rejection speaks much about the very heart of mankind during that time and of mankind right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas today is stilled filled with rejection by mankind. Room is still not given for the Savior; comfort is not put aside to do the work of the Father. Too many still reject the ultimate gift, that of eternal that God in His infinite mercy offered by sending His son, who experienced rejection before He was even born. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neal Maxwell writes “Each of us is an innkeeper who decides if there is room for Jesus”. Are you handing out the rejection slips? Are you rejecting the greatest gift of all? You need not; just accept Him into your heart and know true acceptance for none are rejected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digging deeper: I John 1:9; Joshua 25:15; I Kings 18:11; I Peter 2:4; Psalm 94:14&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827609478058495888-1951958877052522883?l=pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/feeds/1951958877052522883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2011/12/rejected-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/1951958877052522883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/1951958877052522883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2011/12/rejected-again.html' title='Rejected Again'/><author><name>Gaylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05575532113747175099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/TPQsBxLmxlI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VSM0it3elNo/S220/chris%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R2eJmjX75JU/TuUObdieHvI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Tls3BvsmXIY/s72-c/rejected%2Bagain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827609478058495888.post-2063832273225465357</id><published>2011-12-01T18:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T19:42:26.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Filtering</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j7xfAy6OFrs/Ttge4JTLZ0I/AAAAAAAAAH0/2kJptPWXQ6U/s1600/f1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j7xfAy6OFrs/Ttge4JTLZ0I/AAAAAAAAAH0/2kJptPWXQ6U/s320/f1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;“It's not what goes into your mouth that defiles you; you are defiled by the words that come out of your mouth." Matthew 15:11 (NLT)&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched with curiosity as my husband took a drink of his coffee and then dumped the rest down the sink. He then reached into the cupboard and took out a filter, poured a second cup of coffee into the mug, which he then drank. You see, the first cup had coffee grinds in it and for it to be more palatable a filter was needed to get rid of the grinds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not everything we think or feel should come out of our mouths. We should not let the words we speak hurt others; rather we are “to encourage one another and build each other up” (I Thessalonians 5:11). We are admonished to speak the truth, but to speak it in love; in other words, filter what comes out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best way to filter what comes out is to filter what goes in our minds. We are admonished to “Fix your thoughts on what is true, and honorable, and right, and pure, and lovely, and admirable. Think about things that are excellent and worthy of praise.” (Philippians 4:8). Therefore we need to be conscientious about what with what we are filling our minds. What kind of music are we listening to, what is our chosen reading material, what are we watching on television or in the theater? How are we spending our time? Perhaps the more time I spend in the Word and with the Father, the less will need to be filtered that comes out of my mouth. How about you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827609478058495888-2063832273225465357?l=pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/feeds/2063832273225465357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2011/12/filtering.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/2063832273225465357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/2063832273225465357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2011/12/filtering.html' title='Filtering'/><author><name>Gaylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05575532113747175099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/TPQsBxLmxlI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VSM0it3elNo/S220/chris%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j7xfAy6OFrs/Ttge4JTLZ0I/AAAAAAAAAH0/2kJptPWXQ6U/s72-c/f1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827609478058495888.post-8030838628048002834</id><published>2011-11-16T10:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T18:51:13.159-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doctorate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tenacity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strength'/><title type='text'>Tenacity</title><content type='html'>Chris told me I needed to post an update, so darling, this is for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tenacity&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Matthew 15:25 “But she came and worshiped him, pleading again, "Lord, help me!" (NLT)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenacity can be defined as being constantly in action, not just in motion. It requires faith, willingness to continue until the job is done and not quitting when you are tired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 2011 found two important steps of the long journey in the doctorate process completed. Really that does not appear to be much of anything until one understands some of the statistics that accompany those steps. The doctorate program that I am currently pursuing has three main steps after being accepted into the program (and that is a hurdle in itself). The steps are:&lt;br /&gt;1. Successfully passing 16 classes;&lt;br /&gt;2. Passing the comprehensive exam;&lt;br /&gt;3. Successfully writing and defending one’s dissertation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The statistics that accompany the first two steps are what makes completing those steps so meaningful. First off, in the United States, less than one percent of the population has a doctorate degree. Not quite 50% who enter the program successfully pass the sixteen classes. Only 20% who take the comprehensive exam, pass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past 2 ½ years I have questioned at least once a week what I was doing in this program. The challenges have been staggering, pushing me beyond what I have ever known. Tears, doubt, and discouragement have been constant companions. However, encouragement came through Chris who has yet to cast any doubt on me completing the program, through my mom who has prayed for me daily, and through my kids who ask how it is going. I push on through with tenacity that has served me well in my educational endeavors, but most of all through the strength that has flowed from the Lord. “&lt;i&gt;I can do all things through Him who gives me strength”&lt;/i&gt; (Philippians 4:13); my life verse, the one I cling to and claim in this journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what do you need to be tenacious about? Trust the Father; He will give you strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digging deeper: 2 Timothy 4:17; Psalm 18:29b; Hebrews 10:23b; Proverbs 4:12&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827609478058495888-8030838628048002834?l=pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/feeds/8030838628048002834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2011/11/tenacity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/8030838628048002834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/8030838628048002834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2011/11/tenacity.html' title='Tenacity'/><author><name>Gaylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05575532113747175099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/TPQsBxLmxlI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VSM0it3elNo/S220/chris%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827609478058495888.post-1632662601864046223</id><published>2011-08-24T15:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T15:53:22.205-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='choices'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='circumstances'/><title type='text'>Circumstance and Choices</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"When times are good, be happy; but when times are bad, consider: God has made the one as well as the other..." - Ecclesiastes 7:14&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minor situation today has left me pondering this subject. Years prior to the prolific ability of obtaining most anything from businesses through the internet and a living in a better economic position, if a need arose for something that the small town I lived in did not have, I was given a wonderful way to obtain the needed item and quell the ever-present restlessness within me. Just hop in the car and head to a bigger town to search out the said item. Now, with the cost of a gallon of gas at an exorbitant price and income so very tight, with the ability to just go online and purchase the said item at the same or even a less price, the choice to just go has become for most a no-brainer; order the said item off the internet, stay home and find another way to curb the restlessness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the very act of going settles me down, allows me to process, evaluate, and examine my circumstances.  The restlessness within abates so that I am more productive, able to better handle what is happening in my life, deal with what needs dealt. Going gives me greater clarity of my thoughts, of really seeing my circumstances and the path that has led me here. The bible tells us that “a cheerful heart is good medicine” (Proverbs 17:22) and going helps me to be cheerful so I can give of God through being me better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The choice is left in my hands. It’s not a big decision, a huge choice. It’s not even an important choice. Yet, how I make the choice and how I choose to see this is as a choice is what is important.  For each choice made and in choosing how to view the choice has repercussions. Yes, like ripples in a pond. Today I went from being frustrated at the circumstances believing in some part of me that brought me to the choice to be made, to understanding that it has been and is choices that have brought me to making yet another choice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I choose to once again cling to the scripture and believe that “I can do all things in Him who strengthens me.” (Philippians 4:13). I will “commit to the Lord whatever (I) do” (Proverbs 16:3a). How about you? What kind of choices are you making?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digging Deeper: Deuteronomy 31:6; Jeremiah 29:11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827609478058495888-1632662601864046223?l=pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/feeds/1632662601864046223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2011/08/circumstance-and-choices.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/1632662601864046223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/1632662601864046223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2011/08/circumstance-and-choices.html' title='Circumstance and Choices'/><author><name>Gaylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05575532113747175099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/TPQsBxLmxlI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VSM0it3elNo/S220/chris%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827609478058495888.post-3038518667000125472</id><published>2011-06-14T16:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T16:49:13.177-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This Too Shall Pass</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9bOGCNBgH9E/TffIipVmWGI/AAAAAAAAAHU/0dJxGZkNxTg/s1600/IMG_8349.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9bOGCNBgH9E/TffIipVmWGI/AAAAAAAAAHU/0dJxGZkNxTg/s320/IMG_8349.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2 Cor. 4:17 “…For what is seen is temporary..”&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our oldest grandson, Caleb is a bit of a dramatist.  He very much enjoys the water and when he was four years old, he took swimming lessons.  One day his lessons were canceled as the pool had no chlorine and were waiting for the shipment to come in so the pool could be used.  Caleb didn’t believe what he was told and had to see for himself that the lessons for the day were indeed canceled.  After looking at the non-chlorinated pool, he dropped his head, slumped his shoulders and told him mom that “his life was over”.  Our daughter answered him with “Perhaps, but tomorrow your life will go on as you will have a swimming lesson then”.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This lesson for Caleb reminds me of the lesson that God has faithfully through the years been teaching me: “This too shall pass”.   Change is a constant in life.  However, there are times in my life when it feels like change is never going to happen or the change that has happened is always for the worse, when I feel as if I am in a never-ending valley.  It is then that I tend to focus on the temporary, the here and now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ecclesiastes 3:1 tells us that “There IS a time for everything”, and as I go through seasons, I need to remember this. Each season, while it may seem lasts forever, really does not. This too shall pass. To endure the some-not-so pleasant seasons, I need to be sure I am grounded in the Word, am truly walking with the Father. For God is bigger than our grief, sorrow, pain and every problem that any of us could face.  God is eternal and has a good plan for our future. We are not like those who have no hope. In Christ, our future is full of His promises and we are promised victory over death and the grave!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Lord, as we pass through the seasons in our lives, remind us that this too shall pass, that you are in control desiring to give us a future and a hope. Thank you for that. Amen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digging Deeper:  Ecclesiastes 3:1,14,  Philippians 3:13, Hebrews 11:1, Jeremiah 29:11&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827609478058495888-3038518667000125472?l=pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/feeds/3038518667000125472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2011/06/this-too-shall-pass.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/3038518667000125472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/3038518667000125472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2011/06/this-too-shall-pass.html' title='This Too Shall Pass'/><author><name>Gaylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05575532113747175099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/TPQsBxLmxlI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VSM0it3elNo/S220/chris%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9bOGCNBgH9E/TffIipVmWGI/AAAAAAAAAHU/0dJxGZkNxTg/s72-c/IMG_8349.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827609478058495888.post-822076186029209853</id><published>2011-06-13T15:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T15:36:17.163-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adversity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='standing firm'/><title type='text'>Standing Firm During Adversity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C_o_tBDoS5M/TfZmpAUHKvI/AAAAAAAAAHM/z5t9uJ9naO8/s1600/fallinIndiana%2B029.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C_o_tBDoS5M/TfZmpAUHKvI/AAAAAAAAAHM/z5t9uJ9naO8/s320/fallinIndiana%2B029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Philippians 4:6 “Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God.” (NIV)&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching a robin outside my window the other day. The winds were blowing, gusting to 25-30 mph, yet that robin stood firm on the swaying branch. All around the robin, the branches of the tree were swaying mightily, including the branch upon which the robin had perched. Not to say the robin’s feathers were not getting ruffled, for they were, yet that robin did not waver on that branch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, were I more like that robin, standing firm during adversity. Too often it seems that I give way during troubles, doubting rather than clinging to the Father. God has promised that when temptation comes that He will provide an out for us, that we will not be tempted more than we can handle. “&lt;i&gt;The temptations in your life are no different from what others experience. And God is faithful. He will not allow the temptation to be more than you can stand. When you are tempted, he will show you a way out so that you can endure” (I Corinthians 10:13,&lt;/i&gt; NIV) All we have to do is call upon Him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayer: O Father, may I cry out to stay strong with your power, your might during adversity. May I not waver, but stay firmly planted in your will. Thank you that you are faithful, holding me up during troubling times. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digging deeper: Matthew 6:25-34; Proverbs 13:12, Psalm 25:2a, 105:4, 118:5-6; Jeremiah 29:11&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827609478058495888-822076186029209853?l=pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/feeds/822076186029209853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2011/06/standing-firm-during-adversity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/822076186029209853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/822076186029209853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2011/06/standing-firm-during-adversity.html' title='Standing Firm During Adversity'/><author><name>Gaylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05575532113747175099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/TPQsBxLmxlI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VSM0it3elNo/S220/chris%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C_o_tBDoS5M/TfZmpAUHKvI/AAAAAAAAAHM/z5t9uJ9naO8/s72-c/fallinIndiana%2B029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827609478058495888.post-8126304577685596420</id><published>2011-05-31T18:58:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T19:02:08.479-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trash'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feeding'/><title type='text'>Feeding on Knowledge or Trash</title><content type='html'>"&lt;i&gt;A wise person is hungry for knowledge, while the fool feeds on trash" Proverbs 15:14 &lt;/i&gt;(NLT)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love learning and increasing my knowledge. I am often teased about being in school at "my age" and asked if I am ever going to finish. My answer is no, as there is so much to learn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, I need to be discerning with what I am learning. Knowledge is investigation.I need to question principles and those instructing with the biblical truths. Is is truthful, wholesome, bearing fruit within me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More, I need to look at myself and see how I am feeding. Am I reading material that will help me grow in my spiritual walk? Am I watching wholesome shows? What am I listening to? Do I need to rid of anything that isn't religious? No. However, I do need to be careful of my choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, what I am doing with my knowledge? Right now, I am on a path that the Lord has been taking me, step by step. It is a path that often frustrates me, is very time consuming, and yet any veering off, is quickly pointed out. The Lord wants me at this stage to learn, from there He will lead me as to what I am to do with the knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what are you feeding on today?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827609478058495888-8126304577685596420?l=pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/feeds/8126304577685596420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2011/05/wise-person-is-hungry-for-knowledge.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/8126304577685596420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/8126304577685596420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2011/05/wise-person-is-hungry-for-knowledge.html' title='Feeding on Knowledge or Trash'/><author><name>Gaylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05575532113747175099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/TPQsBxLmxlI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VSM0it3elNo/S220/chris%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827609478058495888.post-2601655842412684696</id><published>2011-04-24T09:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T09:29:15.500-04:00</updated><title type='text'>He has Risen</title><content type='html'>"&lt;i&gt;After the Sabbath, at dawn on the first day of the week, Mary Magdalene and the other Mary went to look at the tomb. An angel of the Lord came down from heaven and going to the tomb rolled back the stone and sat on it. The angel said to the women, 'Do not be afraid for I that you are looking for Jesus who was crucified. He is not here, he has risen just as he said."&lt;/i&gt; Matthew 28:1-2,5-6 (NIV)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827609478058495888-2601655842412684696?l=pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/feeds/2601655842412684696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2011/04/he-has-risen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/2601655842412684696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/2601655842412684696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2011/04/he-has-risen.html' title='He has Risen'/><author><name>Gaylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05575532113747175099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/TPQsBxLmxlI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VSM0it3elNo/S220/chris%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827609478058495888.post-7602809595680192200</id><published>2011-04-22T09:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T09:11:52.424-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Lord and Savior</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"It was now about the sixth hour and darkness came over the whole land until the ninth hour for the sun had stopped shining. And the curtain of the temple was torn in two. Jesus called out with a loud voice 'Father, into your hands I commit my spirit'. When he had said this he breathed his last breath. The earth shook and the rocks split. The tombs broke open and the bodies of many holy people who had died were raised to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when the centurion who stood there in front of Jesus heard his cry and saw how he died said 'Surely this mas was the Son of God".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke 23:44-46, Matthew 27:31-32; Mark 15:39&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827609478058495888-7602809595680192200?l=pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/feeds/7602809595680192200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-lord-and-savior.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/7602809595680192200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/7602809595680192200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-lord-and-savior.html' title='My Lord and Savior'/><author><name>Gaylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05575532113747175099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/TPQsBxLmxlI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VSM0it3elNo/S220/chris%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827609478058495888.post-3803954353468587902</id><published>2011-03-28T09:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T09:34:16.189-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Planting Roses, Getting Weeds</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Galatians 6: 7 “Do not be deceived: God cannot be mocked.  A man reaps what he sows.”&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not much of a gardener. I usually identify flowers are by their colors such as “Oh, those are purple flowers”. When the roses I planted did not grow but weeds sprouted instead, I assumed it must have been the fertilizer or the plant food that I used. I believed it was probably the wrong kind for those roses. The right fertilizer and food provides needed nutrients to the plants, but the wrong kind or the wrong amount can kill the plants. That is so like our soul.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do we feed our soul? By sitting in front of the television, reading books and magazines that lead us to less than stellar thoughts, surfing the Net, or other such activities.  While none of these activities is bad or wrong by themselves, it is when we pursue activities before spending anytime sowing what we need spiritually that causes the problem. We have put in the wrong food, fertilized with a bad mixture.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A poorly maintained soul is a weed paradise. Jeremiah 12:13a says, “They will sow wheat but reap thorns.” Neglecting your soul leads to loss of joy, a strained, disconnected relationship with our heavenly father. The enemy is always ready and working to destroy the fruits of our labor for Christ and we so often help him. We know that whatever we sow, we reap—and still we sin! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not despair. There is hope. We can sow roses and reap roses.  God wants nothing more than His best for us. God's will for His children is to be blessed and for His children to be a blessing. However, we have to do our part. We have to feed and fertilize with what is good, what is true, what is right. That means we have to put our quiet time with God above everything else, above what seems to be most pressing on us. We need to make wise choices, be mindful of what goes in our ears and eyes. We need to feast on God’s word. We need to pray and draw close to Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Prayer:  Dear Lord, I want to sow roses, not weeds. Help me to be mindful of what food and fertilizer I am using on my soul. I know that gardens need constant weeding to be healthy. Please weed my soul’s garden so that I may grow in you. Amen.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SRdKRL_N0Jc/TZCOOhKObbI/AAAAAAAAAG4/dzjJI7riG2A/s1600/DSCN0087.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="207" width="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SRdKRL_N0Jc/TZCOOhKObbI/AAAAAAAAAG4/dzjJI7riG2A/s320/DSCN0087.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digging Deeper:  Isaiah 1:19, 2 Corinthians 9:6, Ecclesiastes 3:1-2, Galatians 6:9&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827609478058495888-3803954353468587902?l=pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/feeds/3803954353468587902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2011/03/planting-roses-getting-weeds.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/3803954353468587902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/3803954353468587902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2011/03/planting-roses-getting-weeds.html' title='Planting Roses, Getting Weeds'/><author><name>Gaylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05575532113747175099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/TPQsBxLmxlI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VSM0it3elNo/S220/chris%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SRdKRL_N0Jc/TZCOOhKObbI/AAAAAAAAAG4/dzjJI7riG2A/s72-c/DSCN0087.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827609478058495888.post-1042835883812048143</id><published>2011-03-23T18:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T18:36:24.218-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Might Tongue</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Ephesians 4:29  “Do not let any unwholesome talk come out of your mouths, but only what is helpful for building others up according to their needs, that it may benefit those who listen.”&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know that the tongue never rests?  I am talking about everyone’s tongues, not just the jabber jaws that seem to talk non-stop.  This part our anatomy is made up of different muscles, which help us to taste, swallow, talk and helps to fight germs.  The tongue is busy.  Even when we sleep, the tongue is pushing saliva into our throat to be swallowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other ways, the tongue is mighty. It has the power of encouragement or discouragement. An encouraging word to someone who is down can lift them up and help them make it through the day, while a destructive word to someone who is down can further the spiral into depression.  Proverbs 18:21a tells us “The tongue has the power of life and death.”   Matthew Henry writes “Many a one has caused his own death, or the death of others, by a false or injurious tongue.” What is your tongue saying today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayer: Lord, may my words today “fall like rain on tender grass, like gentle showers on young plants” (Deuteronomy 32:2b). May I praise you in all I say and do.  Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digging Deeper: Proverbs 10:20-12, 18:13; Psalm 19:14; Ecclesiastes 5:2-4&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827609478058495888-1042835883812048143?l=pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/feeds/1042835883812048143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2011/03/might-tongue.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/1042835883812048143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/1042835883812048143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2011/03/might-tongue.html' title='The Might Tongue'/><author><name>Gaylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05575532113747175099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/TPQsBxLmxlI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VSM0it3elNo/S220/chris%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827609478058495888.post-4356889796859816119</id><published>2011-02-09T09:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T09:26:14.425-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Asking for Help</title><content type='html'>I have  a friend who is always the first to volunteer to help with whatever needs done, is the first to ask what she can do for me.  Her life is so busy that I always hesitate to say because I don’t want to be a burden to her.   I have another friend who sees what needs done and just quietly does it.  In all honesty, both friends make me self-conscious.  I appreciate and love both, but having anyone do something for me hits me in an uncomfortable part of my being, my pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the hardest things for me to do is to ask for help. I know it is a pride issue, like asking for help means I am incapable of doing something myself, that I am weak or needy. Society doesn’t give much support for asking for help. We are touted by millions of articles and books on how to do it yourself. However, I can’t do everything myself. I do need help from others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Even so, I hesitate in asking for help, I even hesitate in asking for prayer. Pride. Do you know that pride steals a blessing from God? Pride in not asking for prayer, for help, is a form of disobedience. God wants to bless us as well as bless others. When we ask for prayer, for help, we are being obedient and it gives others the chance to be obedient as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Galatians 6:2a (NASB)  tells us to “Bear one another’s burdens”.&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; We can only do this if one is willing to share, to ask for help. And, when we ask for help, we are told to “&lt;b&gt;Accept the contributions from all whose hearts are move to offer them” (Exodus 25:2b NLT). &lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I am asking for help. Please pray for me. How about you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827609478058495888-4356889796859816119?l=pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/feeds/4356889796859816119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2011/02/asking-for-help.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/4356889796859816119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/4356889796859816119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2011/02/asking-for-help.html' title='Asking for Help'/><author><name>Gaylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05575532113747175099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/TPQsBxLmxlI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VSM0it3elNo/S220/chris%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827609478058495888.post-8532392333166771096</id><published>2011-01-12T10:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T10:01:21.499-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Snow Blanket</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/TS3BquAZ7BI/AAAAAAAAAGk/dRkeSkD5N38/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/TS3BquAZ7BI/AAAAAAAAAGk/dRkeSkD5N38/s320/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"He spreads snow like a white fleece"&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Psalm 147:16a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/TS3CJi4LCGI/AAAAAAAAAGs/dTA8n0tURqs/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/TS3CJi4LCGI/AAAAAAAAAGs/dTA8n0tURqs/s320/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827609478058495888-8532392333166771096?l=pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/feeds/8532392333166771096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2011/01/snow-blanket.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/8532392333166771096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/8532392333166771096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2011/01/snow-blanket.html' title='A Snow Blanket'/><author><name>Gaylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05575532113747175099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/TPQsBxLmxlI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VSM0it3elNo/S220/chris%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/TS3BquAZ7BI/AAAAAAAAAGk/dRkeSkD5N38/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827609478058495888.post-5947760089626781291</id><published>2011-01-09T13:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T13:09:46.307-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mere seconds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in a blink of an eye'/><title type='text'>Mere Seconds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/TSn5WB89b2I/AAAAAAAAAGc/J6sK6lTgWhw/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/TSn5WB89b2I/AAAAAAAAAGc/J6sK6lTgWhw/s320/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sports are filled with underdogs coming from behind to win with just a few seconds to play or even won at the buzzer. Seconds count. On January 8, 2011, in just a few seconds a gunman was able to shoot off enough rounds to kill six innocent people and injured 12 others, changing forever lives of many more. Mere seconds.  People stop breathing, accidents occur all in mere seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As important as these events and actions are, even of greater significance is an event to occur within a blink of an eye; one that has been prophesied for centuries- the return of Christ. We do not know the exact date and time, but we are told in I Corinthians 15: 52a that “&lt;b&gt;It will happen in a moment, in the blink of an eye&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;” (NLT). The average time for a blink of the human eye is less than a second. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christ will not return one second before God deems that appointed time, wanting to give as much time for all to have the opportunity to become one of His. Not knowing when that time will occur, many are trying to play the odds thinking they have more time. I am sure that the individuals who died on January 8, in mere seconds, thought they, too would have more time on earth. “Only once is appointed unto man to die” (Hebrews 9:27). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a blink of an eye, mere seconds… are you ready for that time? Christ invites us to come to Him today. “Now is the time for salvation” (2 Corinthians 6:2a). He promises that if we confess our sins, He will forgive us (I John 1:9). Don’t delay for in seconds it may be too late.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827609478058495888-5947760089626781291?l=pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/feeds/5947760089626781291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2011/01/mere-seconds.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/5947760089626781291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/5947760089626781291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2011/01/mere-seconds.html' title='Mere Seconds'/><author><name>Gaylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05575532113747175099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/TPQsBxLmxlI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VSM0it3elNo/S220/chris%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/TSn5WB89b2I/AAAAAAAAAGc/J6sK6lTgWhw/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827609478058495888.post-5698970861540678834</id><published>2011-01-05T19:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T08:52:40.757-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='resolutions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bucket list'/><title type='text'>Resolutions and Bucket Lists</title><content type='html'>As the New Year has rolled in, there is a lot of talk (written chatter, really) of resolutions. I have never been much of a “resolution setter”, finding the task as tedious as writing out a daily to-do list. I’m not much for dreams, preferring goals instead. My belief for all of this is that resolutions are steps to take to achieve goals; goals are dreams with feet on them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I have maintained a bucket list for many years before the idea was made popular by the movie, “The Bucket List”. Many things on the list have been realized, some through gifts from my husband, such as sky-diving experience, a hot air balloon ride, my first flight in going after my pilot’s license. Some items on list have occurred with help from others, such as singing a duet with my dad, leading a Bible study. Other items on list have been through my own work, such as writing an editorial. Some desires on the list are on-going: visiting all 50 states (only 7 more to go), writing a devotional book. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One item on the list is bound with a dream: continuing my education. Never had I put where to stop with this one, never expecting really to achieve a MBA or further education. Within this rather ubiquitous goal is the dream held tightly, of one day obtaining a doctorate. In a few days I begin my third year in a doctorate of business administration program. I continually find myself amazed to be here. Yet, a few weeks back when Chris asked me what my next doctorate will be in, I gave an answer without even hesitating or taking time to think, confident that I will finish this first DBA. That confidence is not arrogance rather comes from the foundation and the building blocks that have enabled me to be at this place- from God directing my steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, God has given and is giving me this goal, is taking me on this journey. He has promised me that “&lt;b&gt;As I go forward step by step, the way will be opened for me.&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;” (Proverbs 4:12) And so, I press on knowing and believing that “&lt;b&gt;I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;” (Philippians 4:13).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, a resolution for this year? To continue this journey, doing my best, relying fully on Him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827609478058495888-5698970861540678834?l=pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/feeds/5698970861540678834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2011/01/resolution-and-bucket-lists.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/5698970861540678834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/5698970861540678834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2011/01/resolution-and-bucket-lists.html' title='Resolutions and Bucket Lists'/><author><name>Gaylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05575532113747175099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/TPQsBxLmxlI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VSM0it3elNo/S220/chris%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827609478058495888.post-2489304755745584001</id><published>2010-12-22T16:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T16:56:52.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Greatest Gift of All</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"and she gave birth to her first born, a son. She wrapped Him in cloths and placed Him in a manager."&lt;/i&gt; Luke 2:7a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Thanks be to God for His indescribable gift&lt;/i&gt;." 2 Corinthians 9:15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing you and yours a very Merry Christmas. Celebrate the gift of the Christ child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/TRJ0EotTIKI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/3VAe12lrGFo/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/TRJ0EotTIKI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/3VAe12lrGFo/s320/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827609478058495888-2489304755745584001?l=pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/feeds/2489304755745584001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2010/12/greatest-gift-of-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/2489304755745584001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/2489304755745584001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2010/12/greatest-gift-of-all.html' title='The Greatest Gift of All'/><author><name>Gaylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05575532113747175099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/TPQsBxLmxlI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VSM0it3elNo/S220/chris%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/TRJ0EotTIKI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/3VAe12lrGFo/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827609478058495888.post-8488096893288347652</id><published>2010-12-12T11:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T18:45:56.245-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='light'/><title type='text'>Shine Brightly for Christ</title><content type='html'>I love seeing a star-filled sky. There is something majestic at seeing those lights shine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the Christmas season, shining brightly is often heard. The lights shine bright, the star shone all around us, etc..In Philippians 2, Paul admonishes us to shine brightly for Christ. He provides us guidance in order that we may shine. We are to “obey God with deep reverence and fear, do everything without complaining and arguing, live clean innocent lives, and hold firmly to the word of life”. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Father, I pray that during this Christmas season that I may shine brightly for Christ. I pray that all the frustration the season can bring will be  diminished by knowing the true light, the true star of the season, Jesus Christ. Thank you for the giving the gift of the true light. Amen&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827609478058495888-8488096893288347652?l=pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/feeds/8488096893288347652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2010/12/shine-brightly-for-christ.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/8488096893288347652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/8488096893288347652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2010/12/shine-brightly-for-christ.html' title='Shine Brightly for Christ'/><author><name>Gaylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05575532113747175099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/TPQsBxLmxlI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VSM0it3elNo/S220/chris%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827609478058495888.post-2337101219986520682</id><published>2010-12-01T10:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T10:14:10.885-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bethlehem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journey'/><title type='text'>The Beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I John 1:1 (NSB) “That which was from the beginning”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When thinking of the journey to Bethlehem the focus is often on the physical trip that Mary and Joseph took.  While I shudder to think of taking such a difficult journey being very pregnant and under such difficult circumstances, the true journey to Bethlehem started long before Mary and Joseph took the first step on the road.  It was no less an easy journey because it was filled with folks like you and I, less than perfect beings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All journeys have a beginning, a starting point.  The true journey to Bethlehem began at the very beginning of life.  John 1:2 tells us that “He (Jesus) was with God in the beginning”.  The Christ-child knew long before His arrival in a lowly stable, the cost of the journey.  Yet, He came, without hesitation, because of His love for you and me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come travel this journey to Bethlehem, to the birth of our Lord.  The road is filled with prophecies, praises, fear, danger, decrees, family issues and more.  But most of all, it is filled will mercy. God’s mercy shines throughout it all. If you feel unworthy, come and allow God to show you His mercy, His boundless love, His grace that He offers to you. Come journey to Bethlehem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayer: Father, as we begin this journey, travel with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digging deeper: Genesis 1:1, Colossians 1:17, John 1:1-4&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827609478058495888-2337101219986520682?l=pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/feeds/2337101219986520682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2010/12/beginning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/2337101219986520682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/2337101219986520682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2010/12/beginning.html' title='The Beginning'/><author><name>Gaylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05575532113747175099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/TPQsBxLmxlI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VSM0it3elNo/S220/chris%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827609478058495888.post-8947282853305529347</id><published>2010-11-29T10:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T10:55:22.582-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aroma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christ'/><title type='text'>How Do You Smell</title><content type='html'>First thing in the morning, I take a shower, wash my hair using product on my body so that 1) I don't stink, 2)so that I am clean, and 3) so that I smell good to others. Do you know we smell to God? How exciting it is that as a christian, one who has been washed by the blood, that I am "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;to God the aroma of Christ&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" (2 Corinthians 2:15a)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, how do you smell?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827609478058495888-8947282853305529347?l=pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/feeds/8947282853305529347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2010/11/how-do-you-smell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/8947282853305529347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/8947282853305529347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2010/11/how-do-you-smell.html' title='How Do You Smell'/><author><name>Gaylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05575532113747175099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/TPQsBxLmxlI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VSM0it3elNo/S220/chris%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827609478058495888.post-1930722866812615640</id><published>2010-11-21T19:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T19:20:12.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Running to Win</title><content type='html'>Life is hard. It is oft times discouraging. Sometimes the drive to go on dwindles, yet God tells us that &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; and through the rivers, they shall not overwhelm you; when you walk through fire you shall not be burned, and the flame shall not consume you. For I am the LORD your God. (Isaiah 43) He is “still in His temple and He still rules”. (Psalm 11:4b)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I will &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;“Run to win” (I Cor. 9:24a&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;), to bring glory to God, to do the work, to do the best that I can so that God is glorified (I Cor. 10:31b). I will “&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Run with purpose” (I Cor. 9:26b). &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&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/8827609478058495888-1930722866812615640?l=pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/feeds/1930722866812615640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2010/11/running-to-win.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/1930722866812615640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/1930722866812615640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2010/11/running-to-win.html' title='Running to Win'/><author><name>Gaylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05575532113747175099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/TPQsBxLmxlI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VSM0it3elNo/S220/chris%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827609478058495888.post-2839471020400633759</id><published>2010-11-19T18:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T18:26:28.495-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fear not'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fret not'/><title type='text'>Fret Not</title><content type='html'>Fret not. I just heard those words the other day from Wendy Pope in her online blog site. Words of wisdom shared through the scriptures. Fret not “&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;for the Lord God, my God is with you. He will not fail nor forsake you.” I Chronicles 28:20b &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&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/8827609478058495888-2839471020400633759?l=pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/feeds/2839471020400633759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2010/11/fret-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/2839471020400633759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/2839471020400633759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2010/11/fret-not.html' title='Fret Not'/><author><name>Gaylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05575532113747175099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/TPQsBxLmxlI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VSM0it3elNo/S220/chris%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827609478058495888.post-7781892673691032308</id><published>2010-11-15T18:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T18:38:39.625-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ads'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny classifieds'/><title type='text'>Classifieds</title><content type='html'>Blast from the past:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been cleaning out files on the computer and have ran across some fun things such as these actual ads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      Toaster: A gift that every member of the family appreciates.&lt;br /&gt;                      Automatically burns toast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     Man, honest. Will take anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      Used Cars: Why go elsewhere to be cheated. Come here first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      Christmas tag-sale. Handmade gifts for the hard-to-find person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      Wanted: Hair cutter. Excellent growth potential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      Wanted. Man to take care of cow that does not smoke or drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      Our bikinis are exciting. They are simply the tops.&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;                       Get rid of aunts. Zap does the job in 24 hours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827609478058495888-7781892673691032308?l=pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/feeds/7781892673691032308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2010/11/classifieds.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/7781892673691032308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/7781892673691032308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2010/11/classifieds.html' title='Classifieds'/><author><name>Gaylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05575532113747175099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/TPQsBxLmxlI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VSM0it3elNo/S220/chris%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827609478058495888.post-608355587016515330</id><published>2010-11-04T12:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T12:14:08.124-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><title type='text'>An Extra Hour</title><content type='html'>USA Today has 5 suggestions for the extra hour we "get" when turning our clocks back this weekend: 1)do something you' ve bee putting off, 2)clean out a junk drawer, 3)take a long walk, 4) get prepared (replace fire alarm batteries, etc) and 5),  sleep! I think they forgot the most important one, spending time with God through reading His word or prayer. Sleep for me is an obvious choice, but this time I am going to choose differently in preparation for corporate worship on Sunday morning. How about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"There is a time for everything" Ecclesiastes 3:1a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&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/8827609478058495888-608355587016515330?l=pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/feeds/608355587016515330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2010/11/extra-hour.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/608355587016515330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/608355587016515330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2010/11/extra-hour.html' title='An Extra Hour'/><author><name>Gaylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05575532113747175099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/TPQsBxLmxlI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VSM0it3elNo/S220/chris%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827609478058495888.post-3780421021264481815</id><published>2010-10-31T21:20:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T21:22:05.919-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='voting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Voting Thoughts</title><content type='html'>In light of the upcoming election..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elections. Politics. In our house, one is not allowed to complain about most anything unless they vote. Just a standing rule that needs no prodding to be enforced; we all love to complain too much to let such a simple thing stop us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not as concerned with politics as others in the family. I know what I believe and the direction I want our country, our state, our county, our town to go. Living in this state for just over a year, I am not as politically suave as I was in the last state I resided. However, I do know that those who have been in office have had their chance to make a difference; time to go. I do know that I cannot afford any more taxes, levies, or other such things; a cut-off must be made. Since I have to do with less, unfortunately so are others. Ripples affect more than just one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a privilege to vote, it is a duty to vote, it is my right. And to live in my household, it is necessary for survival- I just can’t keep my mouth shut for another year or two.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827609478058495888-3780421021264481815?l=pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/feeds/3780421021264481815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2010/10/voting-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/3780421021264481815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/3780421021264481815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2010/10/voting-thoughts.html' title='Voting Thoughts'/><author><name>Gaylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05575532113747175099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/TPQsBxLmxlI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VSM0it3elNo/S220/chris%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827609478058495888.post-5895838129395566542</id><published>2010-10-31T21:14:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T10:51:26.914-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grades'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doctoral program'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='due dilligence'/><title type='text'>Smart or Due Diligence</title><content type='html'>It time to share something that troubles me and to clear the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, I am enrolled in a doctoral program, having finished with 11 classes, 5 more to go before starting the dissertation process pending passing the GRE. When people find out or talk to me about the program or that I am even in the program, invariably I am told how smart I am. But this statement is false. I have grades from my undergraduate studies, even less than stellar grades in the MBA program that testify to the false accusation. True, my current grades in the doctoral program are high; they have to be to stay in the program. However, I earn these grades through due diligence. I spend anywhere from 40 to 80 hours a week in research, analytical processes, writing of countless papers (average of 3 papers a week and responding to classmates’ papers with at least one full page response that must be factual using peer-reviewed articles to validate my analyses) and hours of frustration, prayer and tears. Smart, no- just hours of hard work that I am privileged to do on this journey that God is taking me on (hm… wonder if it is just for His humor….).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827609478058495888-5895838129395566542?l=pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/feeds/5895838129395566542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2010/10/smart-or-due-diligence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/5895838129395566542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/5895838129395566542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2010/10/smart-or-due-diligence.html' title='Smart or Due Diligence'/><author><name>Gaylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05575532113747175099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/TPQsBxLmxlI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VSM0it3elNo/S220/chris%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827609478058495888.post-2310305840680967073</id><published>2010-10-27T19:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T19:07:07.853-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='looking up'/><title type='text'>Today's Word</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"And when these things begin to come to pass, then look up, and lift up your heads; for your redemption draws near." Luke 21:28 (AKJV)&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I needed to hear these words from Him. How about you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827609478058495888-2310305840680967073?l=pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/feeds/2310305840680967073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2010/10/todays-word.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/2310305840680967073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/2310305840680967073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2010/10/todays-word.html' title='Today&apos;s Word'/><author><name>Gaylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05575532113747175099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/TPQsBxLmxlI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VSM0it3elNo/S220/chris%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827609478058495888.post-5038661641306710210</id><published>2010-10-21T10:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T10:08:54.771-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='possible'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='impossible'/><title type='text'>Impossible to Possible</title><content type='html'>There are times when it seems the problems of life are insurmountable, when what is required is impossible. At least, for me, for a mere human. However, I have a God who is a God of possible. Nothing is impossible for Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Whatever is impossible for people is possible with God" Luke 18:27b&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (NLT) How great is that!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827609478058495888-5038661641306710210?l=pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/feeds/5038661641306710210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2010/10/impossible-to-possible.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/5038661641306710210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/5038661641306710210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2010/10/impossible-to-possible.html' title='Impossible to Possible'/><author><name>Gaylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05575532113747175099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/TPQsBxLmxlI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VSM0it3elNo/S220/chris%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827609478058495888.post-7061906281258799238</id><published>2010-10-10T18:23:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T18:33:47.705-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall colors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='season'/><title type='text'>Colors of Fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/TLI-LGVoyxI/AAAAAAAAAFc/7VBAdSe3kiY/s1600/fall+shots+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/TLI-LGVoyxI/AAAAAAAAAFc/7VBAdSe3kiY/s320/fall+shots+016.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526548053137869586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/TLI-Kq2FT2I/AAAAAAAAAFU/h6_kQHd9XgM/s1600/fall+shots+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/TLI-Kq2FT2I/AAAAAAAAAFU/h6_kQHd9XgM/s320/fall+shots+013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526548045757763426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/TLI-KAKkh3I/AAAAAAAAAFM/j7dwsR_Zsrs/s1600/fall+shots+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/TLI-KAKkh3I/AAAAAAAAAFM/j7dwsR_Zsrs/s320/fall+shots+011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526548034300970866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/TLI-JoqNRmI/AAAAAAAAAFE/BeCZx3BYQZM/s1600/fall+shots+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/TLI-JoqNRmI/AAAAAAAAAFE/BeCZx3BYQZM/s320/fall+shots+009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526548027991213666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/TLI-JMQwSOI/AAAAAAAAAE8/7lplHyqMUbw/s1600/fall+shots+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/TLI-JMQwSOI/AAAAAAAAAE8/7lplHyqMUbw/s320/fall+shots+005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526548020368263394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After church today, Chris booted me out of the house (thank you, hon) before I drove both of us nuts. It was a perfect fall day- the sun shining, warm enough without being hot, and the colors of nature were vibrant. I enjoy this time of the year, wish it would last longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"For everything there is a season" Ecclesiastes 3:1a&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (NLT)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827609478058495888-7061906281258799238?l=pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/feeds/7061906281258799238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2010/10/colors-of-fall.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/7061906281258799238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/7061906281258799238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2010/10/colors-of-fall.html' title='Colors of Fall'/><author><name>Gaylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05575532113747175099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/TPQsBxLmxlI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VSM0it3elNo/S220/chris%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/TLI-LGVoyxI/AAAAAAAAAFc/7VBAdSe3kiY/s72-c/fall+shots+016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827609478058495888.post-120321897115031663</id><published>2010-09-09T10:36:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T10:51:28.950-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='worship'/><title type='text'>Fearing the Locals</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; "Even though the people were afraid of the local residents, they rebuilt the alter at its old site. then they began to sacrifice burnt offerings on the alter on the Lord each morning and evening."  Ezra 3:3&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear stops many of us from doing what we know is right, from doing what we should be doing, from stopping injustices and wrongdoing. The Israelites in Ezra's time had come home to rebuild the temple.They had long been exiled from their land, but were finally allowed to return and build the temple, having been given the king's permission. The local people who had taken over were not really receptive to the Israelites, causing the Israelites to be afraid. Though they were afraid, the fear did not deter them from the work, worship, and service of God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How am I handling my fear of the "locals"? Am I speaking up against injustices, am I openly worshiping, praying in public or am I hiding? What about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our God will not leave you alone with your fear. He is right there beside you all the time. Cling to Him and step out, pushing through your fear of the locals.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827609478058495888-120321897115031663?l=pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/feeds/120321897115031663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2010/09/fearing-locals.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/120321897115031663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/120321897115031663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2010/09/fearing-locals.html' title='Fearing the Locals'/><author><name>Gaylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05575532113747175099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/TPQsBxLmxlI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VSM0it3elNo/S220/chris%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827609478058495888.post-2071330776177599446</id><published>2010-08-23T09:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T09:56:26.540-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dancing in the journey'/><title type='text'>Dancing in the Journey</title><content type='html'>I took a walk with Chris last night. The weather was perfect for walking; the sun was just going down for the night, the humidity was low, the temperature just perfect. The time together was precious and enjoyable. Sixteen months ago, I would not even have considered such a walk, fearful of the physical pain that would be sure to come with the exertion. Last night, I had no pain and the time with Chris is so much more than money can ever buy. The past fifteen months have not been easy, and yet I would not wish them away. As the line in a song goes “in missing the pain, I am also missing the dance.” Because I have put my hope, my trust, my faith in the Father, I am able to dance in the journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Blessed is he whose help is the God of Jacob, whose hope is in the Lord his God." Psalm 146:5 (NIV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Lord will fulfill His purpose for me." Psalm 138:8a (NIV)&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Thank you, Father, for being able to dance in journey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827609478058495888-2071330776177599446?l=pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/feeds/2071330776177599446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2010/08/dancing-in-journey.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/2071330776177599446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/2071330776177599446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2010/08/dancing-in-journey.html' title='Dancing in the Journey'/><author><name>Gaylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05575532113747175099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/TPQsBxLmxlI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VSM0it3elNo/S220/chris%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827609478058495888.post-8457493311889622602</id><published>2010-08-13T10:28:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T10:31:59.994-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nakation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>Nakacations</title><content type='html'>USA Today (newspaper of choice if I must read one) reported that 2010 is the year of Nakations! It is a new word (shades of neologism in my mind) that means naked vacations. I like vacations, love all kinds of traveling and experiencing different things, but this is a bit much for this grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Travelers indicate in their reviews that the real appeal of nude beaches has nothing to do with flaunting one's flesh or checking out the neighboring eye candy," said Amelie Hurst, a TripAdvisor spokeswoman. "Rather the spaces often benefit from a lack of crowds and beautiful settings that can be enjoyed by any demographic." Yep, that is so why those who go to the nude beaches, ……….. really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess traveling is light since no clothes have to be packed. I think, however, that I will skip the Nakation this year.  How about you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827609478058495888-8457493311889622602?l=pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/feeds/8457493311889622602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2010/08/nakacations.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/8457493311889622602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/8457493311889622602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2010/08/nakacations.html' title='Nakacations'/><author><name>Gaylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05575532113747175099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/TPQsBxLmxlI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VSM0it3elNo/S220/chris%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827609478058495888.post-1169750303652714954</id><published>2010-08-13T10:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T10:28:51.990-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>Faith Filled Friday</title><content type='html'>Seen on a sign in the shop of my husband's aunt &amp; uncle (Vinyl &amp; Stitch) "Faith is not believing that God can, it is KNOWING God will."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"I know the plans I have for you", says the Lord, "plans for good and not for evil, to give you a future and a hope." Jeremiah 29:11 (NLT)&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&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/8827609478058495888-1169750303652714954?l=pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/feeds/1169750303652714954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2010/08/faith-filled-friday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/1169750303652714954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/1169750303652714954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2010/08/faith-filled-friday.html' title='Faith Filled Friday'/><author><name>Gaylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05575532113747175099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/TPQsBxLmxlI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VSM0it3elNo/S220/chris%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827609478058495888.post-5963391652757306295</id><published>2010-08-09T13:44:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T13:59:53.683-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Today is Book Lover's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/TGBBJXnraFI/AAAAAAAAAEs/VuSM2ujeFXc/s1600/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/TGBBJXnraFI/AAAAAAAAAEs/VuSM2ujeFXc/s320/011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503470373861812306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/TGA_ho93kAI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ZU01fmQYceo/s1600/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/TGA_ho93kAI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ZU01fmQYceo/s320/009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503468591811891202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is book lover's day. I appreciate books and hear grumblings by family members every time we move because of all the books that move with me. I can reread many times over a good book; it is like being welcomed by a good friend. Reading has taken me places that I have yet to go or most likely will never get to go to. From the time I can remember I have fallen asleep reading books. Books have always been on my nightstand. I have been able to experience things vicariously; I learn so much through reading books. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I would share with you what I reading now. Just so you don't get eye strain looking at the picture to figure out the titles, here is a list of what I am enjoying:&lt;br /&gt;        Change is Like a Slinky- Hans Finzel&lt;br /&gt;        I am Hutterite- Mary Ann Kirby&lt;br /&gt;        The Heart Mender- Andy Andrews&lt;br /&gt;        When Generations Collide- Lynn Lancaster &amp; David Stillman&lt;br /&gt;        Driving Change: The UPS Approach to Business- Mike Brewster &amp; Frederick Dalzell&lt;br /&gt;        Jesus Wants to Save Christians- Ron Bell &amp; Don Colden&lt;br /&gt;        The Generational Imperative- Chuck Underwood&lt;br /&gt;        Walking in the Footsteps of Jesus- Wayne Stiles&lt;br /&gt;        Knock Out- Catherine Coulter&lt;br /&gt;        Blue Dahlia- Nora Roberts&lt;br /&gt;        Heart of a Cowboy- Margaret Daley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along with books for school: Organization Development and Change, Action Research, and Dissertations and Theses from Start to Finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, my favorite right now is the One Year Chronological Bible, the NLT. Doing a study online with this and it is great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what are you reading? What is your favorite book of all time? Favorite author?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827609478058495888-5963391652757306295?l=pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/feeds/5963391652757306295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2010/08/today-is-book-lovers-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/5963391652757306295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/5963391652757306295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2010/08/today-is-book-lovers-day.html' title='Today is Book Lover&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Gaylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05575532113747175099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/TPQsBxLmxlI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VSM0it3elNo/S220/chris%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/TGBBJXnraFI/AAAAAAAAAEs/VuSM2ujeFXc/s72-c/011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827609478058495888.post-1602911415526433261</id><published>2010-07-25T12:41:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T12:48:10.090-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Isaiah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='attributes'/><title type='text'>Attributes of God</title><content type='html'>Reading along in the One Year Chronological Bible (NLT) for today, I saw the many attributes of God. The readings were in Isaiah, a prophetic book, chapters 48:12-52:12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is:&lt;br /&gt;1st and last (48:12)&lt;br /&gt;Sovereign (48:16)&lt;br /&gt;Redeemer (48:17/ 49:7/52:9)&lt;br /&gt;Holy (48:17/ 49:7)&lt;br /&gt;teacher (48:17)&lt;br /&gt;leads (48:17)&lt;br /&gt;creator (49:5)&lt;br /&gt;merciful (49:10)&lt;br /&gt;comforter (49:13)&lt;br /&gt;fights for us (49:25)&lt;br /&gt;provider&lt;br /&gt;Mighty one (49:26)&lt;br /&gt;rescue-er (50)&lt;br /&gt;giver of justice (51:4)&lt;br /&gt;powerful (52:6)&lt;br /&gt;protector (52:12)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that and He claims me! I am His through the blood shed by Jesus Christ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Thank you Father, being all that you are, and yet, you claim me, you care for and about me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827609478058495888-1602911415526433261?l=pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/feeds/1602911415526433261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2010/07/attributes-of-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/1602911415526433261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/1602911415526433261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2010/07/attributes-of-god.html' title='Attributes of God'/><author><name>Gaylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05575532113747175099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/TPQsBxLmxlI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VSM0it3elNo/S220/chris%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827609478058495888.post-1459199738797391726</id><published>2010-07-21T10:38:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T10:46:27.419-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forgiveness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='omniscient'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sin'/><title type='text'>Hiding My Sin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"But I know you well- where you stay and when you come and go." 2 Kings 19:27a, Isaiah 37:28a.&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember watching a tv show where a very special vase had been broke by kids playing ball in the house, something they had been repeatedly told not to do. The kids tried to glue to vase back together and looked like a successful job. At least until the mother went to water the plant and the water seeped out everywhere. The kids were found out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now and then I am like that when I sin. I want to try and hide what I have done from God. I know better. God is omniscient, omnipresent, omnipotent, so why do I try and hide it from Him? Guilt, shame, pride. And yet, the bible tells us in Numbers 32:23 “and you may be sure that your sin will find you out.” Through the work of the Holy Spirit God works on my heart about the sin, and about trying to hide it from Him.&lt;br /&gt;However, when I confess, forgiveness is immediate. My father loves me and wanted to have that sin out in the open so that I may rid myself of it and have the desired relationship with Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Father, forgive me for trying to hide my sin and for my sin. I know You are loving and want me to walk in your ways, ways that are for my good. I ask for forgiveness and thank you that You see me, when I am good, and when I am bad and You love me regardless. Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827609478058495888-1459199738797391726?l=pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/feeds/1459199738797391726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2010/07/hiding-my-sin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/1459199738797391726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/1459199738797391726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2010/07/hiding-my-sin.html' title='Hiding My Sin'/><author><name>Gaylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05575532113747175099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/TPQsBxLmxlI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VSM0it3elNo/S220/chris%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827609478058495888.post-4792045332883252627</id><published>2010-07-20T10:14:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T16:52:35.939-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forgiveness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='redemption'/><title type='text'>Forgiveness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"For if you forgive men when they sin against you, your heavenly Father will also forgive you. But if you do not forgive men their sins, your Father will not forgive your sins."&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Matthew 6: 14-15 (NIV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Lord, how many times shall I forgive my brother when he sins against me? Up to seven times? Jesus answered, "I tell you , not seven times, but seventy times seven." Matthew 18:21-22 &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(NIV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corrie Ten Boom, a Christian woman who survived a Nazi concentration camp during the Holocaust, said, "Forgiveness is to set a prisoner free, and to realize the prisoner was you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever shared something with someone you thought of as a friend only to have that confidence made public or told to another person? The feeling of betrayal is like a knife in the back. The first instinct is to get even, yet Jesus calls us on this, telling us to act in a different manner. He tells us to forgive, not once, but seventy times seven. In the act of forgiveness, we also need to examine our own actions; perhaps we are really the ones needed to be forgiven. Seventy times seven sounds like a lot, but look at what Christ has forgiven us and that number pales in comparison. Mary Fairchild writes, “we forgive out of obedience to the Lord. It is a choice, a decision we make. However, as we do this "forgiving," we discover the command is in place for our own good, and we receive the reward of our forgiveness - freedom.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Thank you Father for the forgiveness found in Christ, for the redemption that I can never repay. May I be reminded when I am hurt by others that the hurt I feel is nothing compared to what You feel when I sin. May I always remember the price paid for my freedom. Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827609478058495888-4792045332883252627?l=pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/feeds/4792045332883252627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2010/07/forgiveness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/4792045332883252627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/4792045332883252627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2010/07/forgiveness.html' title='Forgiveness'/><author><name>Gaylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05575532113747175099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/TPQsBxLmxlI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VSM0it3elNo/S220/chris%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827609478058495888.post-4595774072425685185</id><published>2010-07-18T16:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T16:06:35.988-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='future'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='waiting'/><title type='text'>Waiting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;“Blessed are those who wait for Him” Isaiah 30:18b&lt;/span&gt; (NIV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The NASB translates it as “Blessed are all those who long for Him”. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting is not easy. Some of the hardest waiting I have done is waiting for the birth of my children and grandchildren, waiting for my husband to come home after being gone for weeks for training and duty. This waiting involves anticipation and trust. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This scripture the waiting means to trust when a situation looks helpless (NIV Study Bible notes). We are to wait patiently; believing God will meet our needs, waiting in anticipation of what He is going to do, waiting in hope built upon the firm foundation of our relationship with Him.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you waiting today? Is your foundation firm or shaky? Where is your hope centered?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Father tells us in Jeremiah 29:11 “I know the plans I have for you, says the Lord, plans for good and not for evil, to give you a future and a hope.” You can have that hope, that future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Father, I pray that anyone who is waiting, is waiting with the hope that You give us. I thank you for that hope, for that future and I am trusting in You to see me through. Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827609478058495888-4595774072425685185?l=pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/feeds/4595774072425685185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2010/07/waiting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/4595774072425685185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/4595774072425685185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2010/07/waiting.html' title='Waiting'/><author><name>Gaylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05575532113747175099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/TPQsBxLmxlI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VSM0it3elNo/S220/chris%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827609478058495888.post-1846224093265861466</id><published>2010-06-14T11:06:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T11:17:48.336-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Flag Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/TBZIA56i4ZI/AAAAAAAAAEU/2AymPO4QFAo/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/TBZIA56i4ZI/AAAAAAAAAEU/2AymPO4QFAo/s320/002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482648776753734034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Flag Day. It is a day to proudly display and show respect for our flag. I love seeing the flag flying; it represents freedom and so much more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you Know? If you like to study flags, then you are a Vexillologist!  Betsy Ross was a seamstress who made clothes for George Washington. In June, 1776, Washington approached her to make the country's first flag and the rest is history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Francis Scott Key Inspired by the British bombardment of Fort McHenry, Francis Scott Key penned the lyrics to our national anthem as he witnessed the event as British rockets whizzed in the air while our American Flag flew in the breeze.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827609478058495888-1846224093265861466?l=pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/feeds/1846224093265861466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2010/06/flag-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/1846224093265861466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/1846224093265861466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2010/06/flag-day.html' title='Flag Day'/><author><name>Gaylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05575532113747175099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/TPQsBxLmxlI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VSM0it3elNo/S220/chris%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/TBZIA56i4ZI/AAAAAAAAAEU/2AymPO4QFAo/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827609478058495888.post-8255818600118936539</id><published>2010-06-11T09:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T09:07:58.702-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='steps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>Faith Filled Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"As I go forward step by step, the way will be opened up for me." Proverbs 4:12&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith is taking that next step, even when we are unsure of where it is going, but believing that God is leading us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"for He who has promised is faithful" Hebrews 10:23b&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&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/8827609478058495888-8255818600118936539?l=pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/feeds/8255818600118936539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2010/06/faith-filled-friday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/8255818600118936539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/8255818600118936539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2010/06/faith-filled-friday.html' title='Faith Filled Friday'/><author><name>Gaylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05575532113747175099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/TPQsBxLmxlI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VSM0it3elNo/S220/chris%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827609478058495888.post-8373022509889203854</id><published>2010-05-31T09:42:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T09:50:44.712-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering and Giving Thanks on Memorial Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/TAO-UkTJ8HI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ULtgEncnOT4/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/TAO-UkTJ8HI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ULtgEncnOT4/s320/003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477430832363335794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May today we remember all those who have served and are serving this great country. Thank you for your sacrifice, your devotion, your service.&lt;br /&gt;May we also remember the families who have stood beside, who have lost a loved one that served, and who are sacrificing today so their loved one can serve. Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;Thanking especially today my husband and brother who have served, my son-in-law and nephew for serving, and my daughter as she stands beside her husband supporting our son-in-law as he serves. Also a big thanks to other family members who are serving, and have served: uncles and cousins.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827609478058495888-8373022509889203854?l=pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/feeds/8373022509889203854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2010/05/remembering-and-giving-thanks-on.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/8373022509889203854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/8373022509889203854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2010/05/remembering-and-giving-thanks-on.html' title='Remembering and Giving Thanks on Memorial Day'/><author><name>Gaylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05575532113747175099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/TPQsBxLmxlI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VSM0it3elNo/S220/chris%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/TAO-UkTJ8HI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ULtgEncnOT4/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827609478058495888.post-5150367383303093439</id><published>2010-05-25T11:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T11:06:04.512-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gratitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I Chronicles 16:8-9 says “Give thanks to the LORD and proclaim his greatness. Let the whole world know what he has done. Sing to him; yes, sing his praises. Tell everyone about his miracles.”&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gratitude is a word that often seems to be missing from the vocabulary today. So many things that people do for us are taken for granted, even expected. Giving thanks is oft forgotten or just not done. To give thanks means to be thankful for something, to appreciate and be grateful for the good things in your life. A little gratitude can go a long way in making people’s day a little better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one we seem to least offer thanks to is the one who should be given constant thanks- Our Heavenly Father. Without Him, there is no life, no reason to celebrate, no hope of a tomorrow. We can never repay what He has done for us, but we can give thanks. Think how much just saying thanks to Him means. He loves and wants our fellowship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be it ever so simple, it comes from my heart. Today, Father, I give you thanks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who should you say thank you to?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827609478058495888-5150367383303093439?l=pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/feeds/5150367383303093439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2010/05/gratitude.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/5150367383303093439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/5150367383303093439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2010/05/gratitude.html' title='Gratitude'/><author><name>Gaylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05575532113747175099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/TPQsBxLmxlI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VSM0it3elNo/S220/chris%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827609478058495888.post-6506471418759175647</id><published>2010-05-21T09:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T09:01:59.488-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith Filled Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"God will wipe away every tear from their eyes; there shall be no more death, nor sorrow, nor crying." Revelation 21:4&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&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/8827609478058495888-6506471418759175647?l=pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/feeds/6506471418759175647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2010/05/faith-filled-friday_21.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/6506471418759175647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/6506471418759175647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2010/05/faith-filled-friday_21.html' title='Faith Filled Friday'/><author><name>Gaylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05575532113747175099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/TPQsBxLmxlI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VSM0it3elNo/S220/chris%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827609478058495888.post-3814059050126886794</id><published>2010-05-17T19:16:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T19:29:17.335-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Things Seen on a Drive</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/S_HRQWKEoYI/AAAAAAAAAD8/E5E9XtcNphM/s1600/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/S_HRQWKEoYI/AAAAAAAAAD8/E5E9XtcNphM/s320/028.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472385100987801986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/S_HREwFICmI/AAAAAAAAAD0/RiqsFMHLimo/s1600/026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/S_HREwFICmI/AAAAAAAAAD0/RiqsFMHLimo/s320/026.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472384901787945570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/S_HQ6nyzKgI/AAAAAAAAADs/shsvBs_fzRU/s1600/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/S_HQ6nyzKgI/AAAAAAAAADs/shsvBs_fzRU/s320/023.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472384727764904450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a country drive today on Michigan and Indiana back-roads. What fun! Some things that caught my attention beside the deer on the road that did not stand still for a picture are: people sell everything, live in unique structures, God has created some magnificent creatures and scenery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/S_HQZOPx1cI/AAAAAAAAADk/x7sZmBvOAJg/s1600/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/S_HQZOPx1cI/AAAAAAAAADk/x7sZmBvOAJg/s320/018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472384153971447234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/S_HQCT04iCI/AAAAAAAAADc/6xc1iA9aPAw/s1600/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/S_HQCT04iCI/AAAAAAAAADc/6xc1iA9aPAw/s320/011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472383760332261410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/S_HPvRBnyTI/AAAAAAAAADU/BBYt-oltvwo/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/S_HPvRBnyTI/AAAAAAAAADU/BBYt-oltvwo/s320/002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472383433162869042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827609478058495888-3814059050126886794?l=pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/feeds/3814059050126886794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2010/05/things-seen-on-drive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/3814059050126886794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/3814059050126886794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2010/05/things-seen-on-drive.html' title='Things Seen on a Drive'/><author><name>Gaylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05575532113747175099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/TPQsBxLmxlI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VSM0it3elNo/S220/chris%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/S_HRQWKEoYI/AAAAAAAAAD8/E5E9XtcNphM/s72-c/028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827609478058495888.post-8721207669400918143</id><published>2010-05-08T10:14:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T10:19:53.449-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite Mothers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/S-VyizI6Z5I/AAAAAAAAADM/K0Nr3SGVhFs/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/S-VyizI6Z5I/AAAAAAAAADM/K0Nr3SGVhFs/s320/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468903264680044434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter and four best gifts ever, our grandchildren!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/S-VyirMDiUI/AAAAAAAAADE/QfZJ_7nj5tQ/s1600/christmas08+043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/S-VyirMDiUI/AAAAAAAAADE/QfZJ_7nj5tQ/s320/christmas08+043.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468903262545742146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother-in-law, son, and mother&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827609478058495888-8721207669400918143?l=pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/feeds/8721207669400918143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-favorite-mothers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/8721207669400918143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/8721207669400918143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-favorite-mothers.html' title='My Favorite Mothers'/><author><name>Gaylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05575532113747175099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/TPQsBxLmxlI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VSM0it3elNo/S220/chris%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/S-VyizI6Z5I/AAAAAAAAADM/K0Nr3SGVhFs/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827609478058495888.post-6991062355342500880</id><published>2010-04-28T11:12:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T09:12:53.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Asking for More Than Daily Bread</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Matthew 6:11 Lord’s Prayer   “Give us today our daily bread.” &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Year resolutions frustrate me. I am not good at keeping them. I try different venues for being resolute, even writing them in my daily planner. Still I fall short of keeping the resolution for more than a few weeks. Long range planning is difficult for me. Yet, I strive to achieve it, often working more towards tomorrow than living today. There is nothing wrong with planning and we should. After all, Noah didn’t build the ark in a day.  We need goals and must strive to achieve them, but we should not strive so much for tomorrow that we miss today. Life is given to us day-by-day, not year-by-year for a reason.  We have a hard enough time handling each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how many of us have prayed this verse of the Lord’s Prayer without really understanding or grasping the meaning. “Give us today our daily bread”.    Notice, it doesn’t say give us what we need for the week, month, year or lifetime.  It says daily. Jesus tells us, “Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.” (Matthew 6:34)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start today by taking one day at a time. Begin the day with nourishment from the Father. Ask for the daily bread, God’s life-giving presence. Use what is given to you each day.  Don’t become so greedy and untrusting of God to meet our daily needs like the Israelites in Exodus who took more than their daily manna and it became spoiled and filled with maggots.  (Exodus 16:20) With faith trust God for today's needs and let go of tomorrow's anxieties. Then step out in obedience to God.  God’s supply is abundance and given freely to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Prayer: Gracious Father, let me pray for today’s bread, the manna that you have for me for today. Renew me today with your presence. As I receive your daily bread, let me keep my daily dependence on you for my needs. Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digging deeper:  Exodus 16:4, Luke 9:23, Hebrews 11:1, Matthew 6:25, 32-33, Lamentations 3:22-23&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827609478058495888-6991062355342500880?l=pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/feeds/6991062355342500880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2010/04/asking-for-more-than-daily-bread.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/6991062355342500880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/6991062355342500880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2010/04/asking-for-more-than-daily-bread.html' title='Asking for More Than Daily Bread'/><author><name>Gaylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05575532113747175099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/TPQsBxLmxlI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VSM0it3elNo/S220/chris%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827609478058495888.post-5320755641308730821</id><published>2010-04-26T17:12:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T20:24:56.027-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Review: Beautiful Things Happen When a Woman Trusts God</title><content type='html'>Book Review of Shelia Walsh’s book Beautiful Things Happened When a Woman Trusts God &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust does not often come easily, especially in following where God leads. Shelia shares her lifelong battle with trusting where God has been leading her. Woven with her struggles, Shelia introduces us to ten individuals in the Bible who teach us about trust. Not all the individuals are women, so while the book is written for women, men can also gain much from reading it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not a book to be read at one sitting. There are nuggets to be gleamed from almost every page, wisdom shared on learning to trust. Shelia offers a study in the back to use with a group or as an individual study. This is a great way to dig deeper and I recommend it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received this book free from Thomas Nelson Publishers as part of their BookSneeze.com book review bloggers program.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827609478058495888-5320755641308730821?l=pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/feeds/5320755641308730821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2010/04/book-review.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/5320755641308730821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/5320755641308730821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2010/04/book-review.html' title='Book Review: Beautiful Things Happen When a Woman Trusts God'/><author><name>Gaylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05575532113747175099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/TPQsBxLmxlI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VSM0it3elNo/S220/chris%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827609478058495888.post-5718696527263598148</id><published>2010-04-16T10:27:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T10:41:26.455-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith Filled Friday</title><content type='html'>"Faith isn't the ability to believe long and far into the misty future. It's simply taking God at His word and taking the next step." Joni Erickson Tada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding." Proverbs 3:5&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827609478058495888-5718696527263598148?l=pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/feeds/5718696527263598148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2010/04/faith-filled-friday_16.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/5718696527263598148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/5718696527263598148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2010/04/faith-filled-friday_16.html' title='Faith Filled Friday'/><author><name>Gaylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05575532113747175099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/TPQsBxLmxlI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VSM0it3elNo/S220/chris%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827609478058495888.post-7006533652690151686</id><published>2010-03-22T15:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T15:20:00.498-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Do We Go Through Trials?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/S6fCzRgZwkI/AAAAAAAAAB0/PDZGL1qB2jA/s1600-h/zavbrokenfoot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/S6fCzRgZwkI/AAAAAAAAAB0/PDZGL1qB2jA/s320/zavbrokenfoot.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451540060083700290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Romans 8:28 “And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are called according to his purpose.” (KJV) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few months has seen tumultuous events around the world, devastating earthquakes, storms, volcanic eruptions. Add to those, man-made events of shootings, rapes, beatings, theft, and other cruelty to fellow humans, then tack on illnesses and accidents that result in pain and at times death. It becomes difficult to not ask why, why is this happening. Why does it seem that we have one trial after another? Why does life never seem to get easier?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, it is because we are looking at these events with a heart that needs an attitude adjustment. Everyone goes through something difficult, has something that touches him or her. No one is left unscathed. It is how one handles the trials, the pain, and the disappointment that counts. You (I) can choose to “&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;count it pure joy whenever you face trials of many kinds&lt;/span&gt;” (James 1:2 NIV) or you can wallow in self-pity. When trials come run, run to the Father and learn from the trials of life so that you (I) may do as admonished “&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves have received from God&lt;/span&gt;” (2 Corinthians 1:4b NIV). Is it not better to waste not? Trials are a time to grow, to persevere, and to find comfort in the Father.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827609478058495888-7006533652690151686?l=pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/feeds/7006533652690151686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2010/03/why-do-we-go-through-trials.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/7006533652690151686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/7006533652690151686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2010/03/why-do-we-go-through-trials.html' title='Why Do We Go Through Trials?'/><author><name>Gaylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05575532113747175099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/TPQsBxLmxlI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VSM0it3elNo/S220/chris%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/S6fCzRgZwkI/AAAAAAAAAB0/PDZGL1qB2jA/s72-c/zavbrokenfoot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827609478058495888.post-6527943881855107328</id><published>2010-03-19T11:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T11:54:04.688-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith Filled Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"For I am the Lord, your God, who takes hold of your right hand and says to you, Do not fear, I will help you." Isaiah 41:13&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith focuses on God instead of the problem. Where my focus is, shows where my faith is also.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827609478058495888-6527943881855107328?l=pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/feeds/6527943881855107328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2010/03/faith-filled-friday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/6527943881855107328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/6527943881855107328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2010/03/faith-filled-friday.html' title='Faith Filled Friday'/><author><name>Gaylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05575532113747175099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/TPQsBxLmxlI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VSM0it3elNo/S220/chris%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827609478058495888.post-2599764170654666090</id><published>2010-03-05T20:32:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T20:36:37.345-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Alert or Wipeout</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/S5GxYqNj75I/AAAAAAAAABs/dlO_1BpN0qw/s1600-h/kids+visit+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/S5GxYqNj75I/AAAAAAAAABs/dlO_1BpN0qw/s320/kids+visit+013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445328461673787282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2 Peter 3: 17-18 “Therefore, dear friends, since you already know this, be on your guard so that you may not be carried away by the error of lawless men and fall from your secure position. But grow in the grace and knowledge of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ….”&lt;br /&gt;Matthew24:4 “And Jesus answered and said unto them, Take heed that no man deceive you.”&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love riding motorcycles and although I have traded mine for a scooter, the rules of the road are the same. You have to pay attention at all times while riding.  A fist-sized rock, loose gravel, small animals, slick pavement, and other motorists can be disastrous for a biker. In a split second you can wipe out.  A wipe out on a bike can be more than painful, it can be fatal.  A biker needs to be alert at all the time when riding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Christians, we need to be alert on our journey here on earth.  Satan is a powerful adversary we must always be on guard against. He comes like a thief in the night, constantly looking for and attacking at our most venerable places within our spirits.  He knows what size rocks to put in our path to make us stumble and fall. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;How do we stay alert and avoid wiping out?  By studying God’s word, learning the scriptures, meditating on them, putting them into action and by being in constant prayer.  We also need to suit up for the journey. Put on the full armor of God and if we do stumble, we won’t wipe out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Prayer: Dear Lord, help me to stay alert, to not wipeout on this journey.  Help me be on guard against Satan, to be ever watchful.  I pray as he puts rocks in my path, you will help me turn them to pebbles so that I may walk in the way you would have me.  Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digging deeper: I Timothy 3:16-17, Ephesians 6:10-18, Psalm 119:11&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827609478058495888-2599764170654666090?l=pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/feeds/2599764170654666090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2010/03/alert-or-wipeout.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/2599764170654666090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/2599764170654666090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2010/03/alert-or-wipeout.html' title='Alert or Wipeout'/><author><name>Gaylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05575532113747175099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/TPQsBxLmxlI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VSM0it3elNo/S220/chris%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/S5GxYqNj75I/AAAAAAAAABs/dlO_1BpN0qw/s72-c/kids+visit+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827609478058495888.post-6598324096578676112</id><published>2010-03-03T15:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T15:26:44.074-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Praise for the Journey</title><content type='html'>Another doctorate class completed. Tomorrow starts a new one. I am now more than 1/3 of the way through the classes, 1/6 of the way through the hurdles to obtain that Dr. before my name, the DBA after my name. A long journey!The Lord has been with me through the process and only with Him will I be able to complete the journey to reach the destination. The support of my family, the prayers of my mother, the oft said words of encouragement from Chris are paramount in this journey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827609478058495888-6598324096578676112?l=pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/feeds/6598324096578676112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2010/03/praise-for-journey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/6598324096578676112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/6598324096578676112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2010/03/praise-for-journey.html' title='Praise for the Journey'/><author><name>Gaylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05575532113747175099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/TPQsBxLmxlI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VSM0it3elNo/S220/chris%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827609478058495888.post-968398817801972258</id><published>2010-02-19T10:56:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T11:06:54.701-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith Filled Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/S362udz0lxI/AAAAAAAAABk/CPHFHl-DtmI/s1600-h/terry+wedding+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/S362udz0lxI/AAAAAAAAABk/CPHFHl-DtmI/s320/terry+wedding+024.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439986309302359826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"For He who has promised is faithful." Hebrews 10:23b&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&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/8827609478058495888-968398817801972258?l=pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/feeds/968398817801972258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2010/02/faith-filled-friday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/968398817801972258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/968398817801972258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2010/02/faith-filled-friday.html' title='Faith Filled Friday'/><author><name>Gaylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05575532113747175099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/TPQsBxLmxlI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VSM0it3elNo/S220/chris%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/S362udz0lxI/AAAAAAAAABk/CPHFHl-DtmI/s72-c/terry+wedding+024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827609478058495888.post-6429326014817126210</id><published>2010-02-09T13:16:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T13:34:11.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'>From God's Storehouses of Snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/S3GpI6YpaVI/AAAAAAAAABc/kvTTperahKk/s1600-h/winter+storm+2010+feb+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/S3GpI6YpaVI/AAAAAAAAABc/kvTTperahKk/s320/winter+storm+2010+feb+001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436312195789580626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/S3Gm4XpumKI/AAAAAAAAABU/JxJuwoKSiBc/s1600-h/winter+storm+2010+feb+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/S3Gm4XpumKI/AAAAAAAAABU/JxJuwoKSiBc/s320/winter+storm+2010+feb+010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436309712564820130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Have you entered the storehouses of snow" Job 38:22 &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's snowing outside, coming down at a fairly good rate. This area of Indiana has received several inches of the white cold stuff. All the area schools and many other places have closed for the day. However, not to be daunted, I decided to go out in it. Not that I really needed to as I have plenty of toilet paper, pepsi and junk food, so I am set. But, I wanted to get out. I didn't go far, just enough to enjoy it. Enjoyed being in God's storehouse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There have been times that I confess to not enjoy being in God's storehouse. And, I have missed out on being in His presence. For I have stepped away from Him at times, and His presence is the greatest of all storehouses. How about you? Are you enjoying being in God's storehouse of grace, mercy and love? You can. Just step into His presence. I John 1:9 says "If we confess our sins, He is faithful and just and will forgive us our sins and purify us from all unrighteousness." Then enter into His storehouse!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827609478058495888-6429326014817126210?l=pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/feeds/6429326014817126210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2010/02/from-gods-storehouses-of-snow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/6429326014817126210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/6429326014817126210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2010/02/from-gods-storehouses-of-snow.html' title='From God&apos;s Storehouses of Snow'/><author><name>Gaylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05575532113747175099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/TPQsBxLmxlI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VSM0it3elNo/S220/chris%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/S3GpI6YpaVI/AAAAAAAAABc/kvTTperahKk/s72-c/winter+storm+2010+feb+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827609478058495888.post-740583546194960912</id><published>2010-02-03T09:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T09:59:22.979-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrating Hump Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"This is the day the Lord has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it." Psalm 118:24&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hump Wednesday is often a blah time, middle of the week when the weekend is over and the next one seems far away. Attitude can turn a hump day into a day of celebration. Instead of looking at the snow on the ground, I raise my eyes to the blue patches in the sky and smile as I watch the sun play peek-a-boo with the clouds. Instead of whining that I do not have the finances to go out and purchase just what I want from the store, I concentrate on how I have a warm place to live, and a cupboard full of items to cook filling meals. Instead of indulging in feelings of loneliness, I revel in being loved. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any day can be turned into a holiday; a holiday is any day on which people lay aside their ordinary duties and cares. Natalie wrote a great prayer and is mine for this hump day, “Father, help me today minimize what is minimal and maximize that which is magnificent.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February is National Snack Food Month, and as a world champion snack food connoisseur, I plan on celebrating this today and turning a hump day into a holiday. Now, to get to those oreos……………&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827609478058495888-740583546194960912?l=pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/feeds/740583546194960912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2010/02/celebrating-hump-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/740583546194960912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/740583546194960912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2010/02/celebrating-hump-day.html' title='Celebrating Hump Day'/><author><name>Gaylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05575532113747175099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/TPQsBxLmxlI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VSM0it3elNo/S220/chris%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827609478058495888.post-7685894589824273822</id><published>2010-01-29T12:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T12:46:18.801-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Are You Listening?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Job 13: 5 “If only you would be altogether silent! For you, that would be wisdom” (NIV)&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you listen with your answers running? It often seems like others don’t listen when I talk, or wait, maybe it is I who does not listen when others talk. There is value in true listening. You can discover what a person is really saying when you truly listen. Just because someone says that they are fine when asked how you are, does not mean they are fine. But ,if you do not listen, you will not know the truth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are not called to have the answer for every situation and problem. We are called to listen, and through true listening to hear the words of the heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827609478058495888-7685894589824273822?l=pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/feeds/7685894589824273822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2010/01/are-you-listening.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/7685894589824273822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/7685894589824273822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2010/01/are-you-listening.html' title='Are You Listening?'/><author><name>Gaylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05575532113747175099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/TPQsBxLmxlI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VSM0it3elNo/S220/chris%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827609478058495888.post-5995975708495511270</id><published>2010-01-20T18:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T09:16:22.285-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Turning Down the Noise</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Job 33:33b “Listen to me; be silent, and I will speak.”&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While driving in bad weather or in heavy traffic in unfamiliar cities, my first inclination is to turn down the radio. That act does not help me to see better, but it does allow my senses to focus more acutely on what is happening around me. I pay better attention when the noise is lowered. According to Steven Yentis, a professor at John Hopkins University, an individual’s attention is strictly limited; when attention is given to one modality (listening), it extracts a cost from another modality (vision). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times in our spiritual lives do we need to turn down the radio? We allow the noise of the world to invade our spiritual life and become so distracted that we become lost. We take wrong turns; we flounder for direction. What we need to do is to turn down the noise of the world by delving into God’s word on a daily basis, keep our focus on Christ, and then our vision will be following the right direction.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827609478058495888-5995975708495511270?l=pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/feeds/5995975708495511270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2010/01/turning-down-noise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/5995975708495511270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/5995975708495511270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2010/01/turning-down-noise.html' title='Turning Down the Noise'/><author><name>Gaylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05575532113747175099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/TPQsBxLmxlI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VSM0it3elNo/S220/chris%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827609478058495888.post-1958625207279049689</id><published>2010-01-16T20:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T20:29:08.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgetting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;We invite defeat when we remember what we should forget. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;God's word tells us "Forget about what's happened; Don't keep going over old history. Be alert, be present." Isaiah 43:18-19a (MSG)&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Once we have confessed our sin, God through the blood of Jesus washed that sin away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise changes the view, so when remembering give God the praise and thanks for the grace He has shown.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827609478058495888-1958625207279049689?l=pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/feeds/1958625207279049689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2010/01/forgetting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/1958625207279049689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/1958625207279049689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2010/01/forgetting.html' title='Forgetting'/><author><name>Gaylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05575532113747175099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/TPQsBxLmxlI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VSM0it3elNo/S220/chris%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827609478058495888.post-3200531562569022319</id><published>2010-01-13T13:52:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T16:24:54.414-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Are You Trading Your Birthright for a Bowl of Stew</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;“so he [Esau] swore an oath to him, selling his birthright to Jacob.” Genesis 25:33b&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esau had been out hunting all day and was hungry, probably feeling tired and not in the mood to cook. Jacob had hung around the tent all day, had a stew simmering in the pot. Esau walked by and the smell enticed him. He wanted that stew; it would appease his immediate desire of hunger. Jacob, Esau's younger twin, coveted what was Esau's- his birthright and was looking for an opportunity to obtain what was not his. Esau wanted the stew, the immediate desire; Jacob coveted something of a greater value. Jacob understood the value of the birthright- a greater percentage of the family wealth and the blessing of the Father. So, seeing Esau's hunger, Jacob would not just give Esau the stew, but bartered for it. Esau did not value the birthright, for he was only concerned with the immediate, and so gave Jacob the birthright in exchange for a bowl of stew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shake my head at Esau, but then question, how many times have I sold my birthright so my immediate desires were met? How many times have I purchased an item that was not needed when I could have given that money for missions? How many times have I sat around home playing games on the computer when that time could have been spent with family or helping neighbors? Am I as callous about my birthright as Esau? Are you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827609478058495888-3200531562569022319?l=pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/feeds/3200531562569022319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2010/01/are-you-trading-your-birthright-for.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/3200531562569022319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/3200531562569022319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2010/01/are-you-trading-your-birthright-for.html' title='Are You Trading Your Birthright for a Bowl of Stew'/><author><name>Gaylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05575532113747175099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/TPQsBxLmxlI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VSM0it3elNo/S220/chris%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827609478058495888.post-1363003193665891814</id><published>2010-01-06T12:11:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T12:15:46.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kudos to KFC</title><content type='html'>I am a hard person to market to. I tivo  shows so I do not have to watch ads; I do not listen much to the radio, so I do not have to hear ads; I  rarely read newspapers and read very few magazines. However,  I think KFC has hit on a way to reach people like me. According to USA Today “Fast-food chain KFC is giving two Indiana cities $7,500 so it can emblazon founder Colonel Sanders' face on their hydrants and fire extinguishers to promote new "fiery" chicken wings.”  This is a great marketing idea as well as a way to help financially strapped communities. This unique way of advertising grabs the attention of people, just what the marketers want. Now, if KFC would just deliver!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827609478058495888-1363003193665891814?l=pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/feeds/1363003193665891814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2010/01/kudos-to-kfc.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/1363003193665891814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/1363003193665891814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2010/01/kudos-to-kfc.html' title='Kudos to KFC'/><author><name>Gaylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05575532113747175099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/TPQsBxLmxlI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VSM0it3elNo/S220/chris%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827609478058495888.post-6208162575932778130</id><published>2010-01-02T13:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T13:25:02.799-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Without a Word</title><content type='html'>Read an interesting article in the paper today- no seems to know what to call the first ten years of 2000. Of all the words in the languages today, no one has quite come up with a word for those years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Isn’t that often like feelings? Many times what I am feeling, I lack the words to adequately describe it. Perhaps I just do not yet know the words. I am so glad that I do not need words for my heavenly Father to know what I need, for He understands my groans, my cries. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;“In the same way, the Spirit helps us in our weakness. We do not know what we ought to pray for, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us with groans that words cannot express. And the Father who knows all hearts knows what the Spirit is saying, for the Spirit pleads for us believers in harmony with God's own will.” Romans 8:26-27&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digging further: Psalm 102: 19-20; Psalm 38:8-9; Psalm 40:1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827609478058495888-6208162575932778130?l=pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/feeds/6208162575932778130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2010/01/without-word.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/6208162575932778130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/6208162575932778130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2010/01/without-word.html' title='Without a Word'/><author><name>Gaylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05575532113747175099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/TPQsBxLmxlI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VSM0it3elNo/S220/chris%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827609478058495888.post-7289571012039645130</id><published>2009-12-31T12:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T12:40:29.552-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big Picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways," declares the Lord. Isaiah 55:8&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it interesting the rage over the Colts loss on Sunday. The coaches put in the second string players and the result was losing the game. “ The Colts, after leading throughout the first half, removed Manning and multiple other starters with 5:36 remaining in the third quarter, and the New York Jets outscored the Colts by 19 points thereafter to win, 29-15, in front of 67,222 at Lucas Oil Stadium Sunday afternoon.” Those in charge said it was not about winning the game, to have a perfect season. To me, if one is playing a game, the goal is to win and to take all steps possible to that end. However, winning the game is not the summation for the Colts; rather it is to operate at their best during playoffs (in January ’10). I guess that is seeing the bigger picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our lives are often like that. We charge through doing what we want, playing to win, not stopping to ask God if it is what He wants. We are winning. Then, things happen that make the game hard to play. We question God, often asking why. It feels like we are no longer winning. We think our lives should be a certain way and God does not seem to be working that out for us, our way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Micca Campbell wrote, "It's tough to figure God out when He doesn't play by our rules or have the same agenda we have. We forget that God sees a much bigger picture." In whatever situation you are in today, take heart, God knows what the big picture is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827609478058495888-7289571012039645130?l=pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/feeds/7289571012039645130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2009/12/big-picture.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/7289571012039645130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/7289571012039645130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2009/12/big-picture.html' title='The Big Picture'/><author><name>Gaylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05575532113747175099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/TPQsBxLmxlI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VSM0it3elNo/S220/chris%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827609478058495888.post-8487436579509275337</id><published>2009-12-30T10:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T10:37:09.698-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who is Jesus to you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;“And then He asked them, “But who do you say I am?” Matthew 16:15&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am fascinated by the many names describing who Jesus is. He is the Son of God, Lord, Redeemer, Alpha and Omega, Immanuel, Word, Bread of Life. He is our Mediator, our Jehovah-Jireh. He is the Ever-last Father, the Good Shepherd, the Mighty One, the Prince of Peace, and the King of Kings. He is the Way, the Truth, and the Life. And, the list goes on and on for Jesus Is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is Jesus to you? Is He a genie in a bottle, a name proclaimed when times are desperate? Is He the baby whose birth you celebrate by forgetting Him in the busyness of the holiday? Someday you will be called upon to say who Jesus is; don’t be caught unaware. Jesus can be your all. Just call upon His name and He can be what means the most, Savior.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827609478058495888-8487436579509275337?l=pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/feeds/8487436579509275337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2009/12/who-is-jesus-to-you.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/8487436579509275337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/8487436579509275337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2009/12/who-is-jesus-to-you.html' title='Who is Jesus to you?'/><author><name>Gaylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05575532113747175099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/TPQsBxLmxlI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VSM0it3elNo/S220/chris%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827609478058495888.post-1862328447327903372</id><published>2009-12-21T11:08:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T11:10:03.719-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Corinthians 13- The Christmas Version</title><content type='html'>One of my favorite passages in the Bible is I Corinthians 13. This version is so special for this holiday season. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1 CORINTHIANS 13 – – A CHRISTMAS VERSION -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By an unknown author&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I decorate my house perfectly with plaid bows, strands of twinkling lights and shiny balls, but do not show love, I’m just another decorator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I slave away in the kitchen, baking dozens of Christmas cookies, preparing gourmet meals and arranging a beautifully adorned table at mealtime, but do not show love, I’m just another cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I work at the soup kitchen, carol in the nursing home and give all that I have to charity, but do not show love, it profits me nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I trim the spruce with shimmering angels and crocheted snowflakes, attend a myriad of holiday parties and sing in the choir’s cantata but do not focus on Christ, I have missed the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love stops the cooking to hug the child.&lt;br /&gt;Love sets aside the decorating to kiss the husband.&lt;br /&gt;Love is kind, though harried and tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love doesn’t envy another’s home that has coordinated Christmas china and table linens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love doesn’t yell at the kids to get out of the way, but is thankful they are there to be in the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love doesn’t give only to those who are able to give in return but rejoices in giving to those who can’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love never fails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video games will break, pearl necklaces will be lost, golf clubs will rust, but giving the gift of love will endure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827609478058495888-1862328447327903372?l=pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/feeds/1862328447327903372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-corinthians-13-christmas-version.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/1862328447327903372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/1862328447327903372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-corinthians-13-christmas-version.html' title='I Corinthians 13- The Christmas Version'/><author><name>Gaylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05575532113747175099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/TPQsBxLmxlI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VSM0it3elNo/S220/chris%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827609478058495888.post-7779353045649804216</id><published>2009-12-07T09:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T10:02:58.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgive Them</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/Sx0ZCex9R4I/AAAAAAAAAA8/ASKBC08TnEM/s1600-h/IMG_8178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/Sx0ZCex9R4I/AAAAAAAAAA8/ASKBC08TnEM/s320/IMG_8178.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412509857582237570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" Jesus said, 'Father, forgive them for they do not know what they are doing'". Luke 23:34a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Infamy to History, December 7, 1941 is a day to never be forgotten. It saddens my heart that so many in our country do not know the significance of this day. It was on this day that Pearl Harbor was attacked by Japan. The attack took place on a Sunday, started just before 8:00 a.m. The devastation was more than machinery, ships, planes, or land, but was at the high cost of life. Killed in the attack were 2335 servicemen, 68 civilians, 1178 were wounded. Not only was Pearl Harbor attacked, but every military instillation on the island of Oahu. Japan, although the attackers, also suffered human loss. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History that is not learned is oft repeated, and as a country, we have witnessed this. May we, citizens of The United States of America, never forget this day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827609478058495888-7779353045649804216?l=pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/feeds/7779353045649804216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2009/12/forgive-them.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/7779353045649804216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/7779353045649804216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2009/12/forgive-them.html' title='Forgive Them'/><author><name>Gaylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05575532113747175099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/TPQsBxLmxlI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VSM0it3elNo/S220/chris%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/Sx0ZCex9R4I/AAAAAAAAAA8/ASKBC08TnEM/s72-c/IMG_8178.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827609478058495888.post-4967790933341667849</id><published>2009-11-30T09:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T09:38:00.138-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Prepare Ye the Way</title><content type='html'>“&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A voice of one calling: In the desert prepare the way for the Lord: make straight in the wilderness a highway for our God&lt;/span&gt;.” Isaiah 40:3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advent is a time of preparation, symbolizing the spiritual journey of Christians. It is a time that is marked by a spirit of expectation, longing for Christ’s coming. Isaiah, then John the Baptist tells us again (Matthew 3:3) to prepare the way for the Lord. Today let me prepare the way through making straight in the wildness by repenting of my sins, those obstacles between God and me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827609478058495888-4967790933341667849?l=pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/feeds/4967790933341667849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2009/11/prepare-ye-way.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/4967790933341667849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/4967790933341667849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2009/11/prepare-ye-way.html' title='Prepare Ye the Way'/><author><name>Gaylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05575532113747175099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/TPQsBxLmxlI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VSM0it3elNo/S220/chris%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827609478058495888.post-8648021669559344380</id><published>2009-11-20T10:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T10:01:00.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith Filled Friday</title><content type='html'>Faith is more than belief; it is confidence and trust. “&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Now faith is being sure of what we hope for and certain of what we do not see&lt;/span&gt;.” Hebrews 11:1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827609478058495888-8648021669559344380?l=pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/feeds/8648021669559344380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2009/11/faith-filled-friday_20.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/8648021669559344380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/8648021669559344380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2009/11/faith-filled-friday_20.html' title='Faith Filled Friday'/><author><name>Gaylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05575532113747175099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/TPQsBxLmxlI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VSM0it3elNo/S220/chris%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827609478058495888.post-8964422947079056373</id><published>2009-11-18T10:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T10:53:06.424-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Neologism: What Constitutes Real Words</title><content type='html'>Today more than ever, there is an increase in neologism. It has been a part of the advertising world forever, but with the advent and increase use of texting, it has proliferated within the general population. Frankly, it drives me nuts and shows I am reticent to change. I question the veracity of such words as maxxinista, shopportunistic, and blingatude. Some such words are found only in the Urban dictionary; they have not yet made it through the arduous process to be added to Webster’s dictionary. Lenin once said, “If you want to destroy a society, corrupt the language.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only wish that these types of words are destined to ubiquity. For me, the struggle to learn words that are “more scholarly” is challenge enough without having to learn words of subcultures that prefer to make up words rather than learn ones that could be used.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827609478058495888-8964422947079056373?l=pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/feeds/8964422947079056373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2009/11/neologism-what-constitutes-real-words.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/8964422947079056373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/8964422947079056373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2009/11/neologism-what-constitutes-real-words.html' title='Neologism: What Constitutes Real Words'/><author><name>Gaylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05575532113747175099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/TPQsBxLmxlI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VSM0it3elNo/S220/chris%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827609478058495888.post-3299384661961275485</id><published>2009-11-15T16:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T16:28:44.475-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What Counts Is on the Inside</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Matthew 23:25-26&lt;/span&gt; (NIV) &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Woe to you, teachers of the law and Pharisees, you hypocrites! You clean the outside of the cup and dish, but inside they are full of greed and self-indulgence. Blind Pharisee! First clean the inside of the cup and dish, and then the outside also will be clean.”&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A paper for my ethics class I had to reply to the statement “The true measure of business success is found in what is done when no one is looking.” Part of my reply is as follows: The truth of what constitutes the heart of an organization or individual is found when the spotlight is off. It is easy to exhibit good ethical behavior and engage in moral responsibility when others are watching, but what is at the core is what bubbles up to the surface. If an organization or individual is not ethical, does not shoulder a moral responsibility in life, this will eventually rise to the surface. Following rules and behaving ethically is a choice made in the heart, where others cannot see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus tells us simply, that it is what is on the inside that matters. Too often, I concentrate on the outside, on putting on the right appearance. I need to work more on what is on the inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My prayer, O Lord  is &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Psalm 51:10&lt;/span&gt; “&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Create a clean heart in me, O God, and renew a faithful spirit within me”. Help me to be more concerned on what is in my heart than what I am wearing or doing so that my cup is clean inside and out.&lt;/span&gt; Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827609478058495888-3299384661961275485?l=pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/feeds/3299384661961275485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-counts-is-on-inside.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/3299384661961275485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/3299384661961275485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-counts-is-on-inside.html' title='What Counts Is on the Inside'/><author><name>Gaylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05575532113747175099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/TPQsBxLmxlI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VSM0it3elNo/S220/chris%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827609478058495888.post-2936418927186857829</id><published>2009-11-13T08:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T08:50:49.010-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith Filled Friday</title><content type='html'>Faith defined:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"being full persuaded that God had the power to do what He had promised." Romans 4:21&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827609478058495888-2936418927186857829?l=pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/feeds/2936418927186857829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2009/11/faith-filled-friday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/2936418927186857829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/2936418927186857829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2009/11/faith-filled-friday.html' title='Faith Filled Friday'/><author><name>Gaylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05575532113747175099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/TPQsBxLmxlI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VSM0it3elNo/S220/chris%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827609478058495888.post-5098230620595409591</id><published>2009-11-11T10:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T10:27:09.247-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/SvrWnmvA0KI/AAAAAAAAAAU/mpVLEaBsrPI/s1600-h/dogtags.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/SvrWnmvA0KI/AAAAAAAAAAU/mpVLEaBsrPI/s320/dogtags.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402866678885306530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veterans’ Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elmer Davis said “This nation will remain home of the free for so long as it remains home of the brave.”  Yesterday was the Memorial at Fort Hood for the slain of the recent tragedy. As I sat watching, my tears flowing, I could not help but look over at my husband. Chris is an AF veteran who served with honor, dignity, and devotion. Our son-in-law is currently serving in the Army, having just returned from his second tour of duty in Iraq. Our family is a family of service: my brother, nephew, uncles, cousins, have served, some are currently serving. To them, to those in the Fort Hood horror, to those who have served, to those currently serving, I am ever indebted. Thank you is NOT enough. I can, though, honor their service by never taking for granted the freedoms for which they have given. I can do my part through voting but more, through praying. Praying for their protection, for their endurance; praying for this country and the leadership of which I may agree or disagree with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can never discount the sacrifice of the military family either. No one I admire more than my daughter who has not once complained of the sacrifice she has to make so our son-in-law can serve. I know it is not easy yet she goes through the days with grace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all those who have served, to all those who are serving, and to the families who stand behind them, thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827609478058495888-5098230620595409591?l=pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/feeds/5098230620595409591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2009/11/veterans-day-elmer-davis-said-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/5098230620595409591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/5098230620595409591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2009/11/veterans-day-elmer-davis-said-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Gaylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05575532113747175099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/TPQsBxLmxlI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VSM0it3elNo/S220/chris%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/SvrWnmvA0KI/AAAAAAAAAAU/mpVLEaBsrPI/s72-c/dogtags.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827609478058495888.post-3087969180401980920</id><published>2009-11-08T19:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T19:14:31.146-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whiney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self-centered'/><title type='text'>Self-centeredness</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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It has been nice to connect with friends from days long ago; it is a good tool to stay connected quickly with family. However, when I read the entries of constant whiners, I quickly become irritated with the program and with the whiners. Everyone has something and so in reading the writings of the whiners my unkind thought of them is to just get over themselves. Yet, when I pause to think on myself, I wonder how many in my life would love to tell me that very thing. Self-centeredness is not a pleasant trait in anyone. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: left;" align="left"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: left;" align="left"&gt;Philippians 2:3-4 says “&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Do nothing from selfishness or empty conceit, but with humility of mind let each of you regard one another as more important than himself; do not merely look out for your own personal interests, but also for the interests of others.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: left;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: left;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Matthew Henry commentary offers the following: &lt;/span&gt;Christ came to humble us, let there not be among us a spirit of pride. We must be severe upon our own faults, and quick in observing our own defects, but ready to make favourable allowances for others. We must kindly care for others, but not be busy-bodies in other men's matters. Neither inward nor outward peace can be enjoyed, without lowliness of mind.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: left;" align="left"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: left;" align="left"&gt;Make favorable allowances for others……ouch. When others are being whiney, instead of becoming irritated, I am to listen, to care, and above all else to pray for them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We are told in Ephesians 5:1 “to be imitators of God.” If I keep my eyes upon Him, I become less self-centered, more Him-center&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;and thus become others-centered.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827609478058495888-3087969180401980920?l=pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/feeds/3087969180401980920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2009/11/self-centeredness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/3087969180401980920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827609478058495888/posts/default/3087969180401980920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pressingon-gaylene.blogspot.com/2009/11/self-centeredness.html' title='Self-centeredness'/><author><name>Gaylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05575532113747175099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YJZS6MC7Ss/TPQsBxLmxlI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VSM0it3elNo/S220/chris%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
