<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7841757</id><updated>2009-10-27T08:21:25.324-05:00</updated><title type='text'>thumbnail sketches</title><subtitle type='html'>just a glimpse</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycie_ma.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7841757/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycie_ma.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7841757/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>jace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02967055086546409505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>91</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7841757.post-1279221351270674119</id><published>2007-12-06T21:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T21:46:21.809-06:00</updated><title type='text'>story of stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.storyofstuff.com"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 210px;" src="http://www.storyofstuff.com/banners/217x188_SoS_Banner002.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;definitely worth taking a look.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7841757-1279221351270674119?l=joycie_ma.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycie_ma.blogspot.com/feeds/1279221351270674119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7841757&amp;postID=1279221351270674119&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7841757/posts/default/1279221351270674119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7841757/posts/default/1279221351270674119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycie_ma.blogspot.com/2007/12/story-of-stuff.html' title='story of stuff'/><author><name>jace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02967055086546409505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09481911422511232685'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7841757.post-4990610687360294671</id><published>2007-11-19T22:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T22:25:53.791-06:00</updated><title type='text'>do you know him?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-024532292691379054 visible" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/upGCMl_b0n4&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/upGCMl_b0n4&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/upGCMl_b0n4&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heard this for the first time at willowcreek a few years ago.&lt;br /&gt;pretty cool to see it shared at our own service on sunday.&lt;br /&gt;powerful stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7841757-4990610687360294671?l=joycie_ma.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycie_ma.blogspot.com/feeds/4990610687360294671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7841757&amp;postID=4990610687360294671&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7841757/posts/default/4990610687360294671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7841757/posts/default/4990610687360294671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycie_ma.blogspot.com/2007/11/do-you-know-him.html' title='do you know him?'/><author><name>jace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02967055086546409505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09481911422511232685'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7841757.post-7457971346170742150</id><published>2007-11-03T17:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T17:50:29.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"the stand"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;You stood before creation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Eternity in Your hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;You spoke the earth into motion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;My soul now to stand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;You stood before my failure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Carried the cross for my shame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;My sin weighted upon your shoulders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;My soul now to stand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;So what could I say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;And what could I do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;But offer this heart, Oh God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Completely to You &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;So I’ll walk upon salvation &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; Your spirit alive in me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; This life to declare your promise &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; My soul now to stand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; So what could I say? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; And what could I do? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; But offer this heart oh God &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Completely to you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; I’ll stand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; With arms high and heart abandoned &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; In awe of the one who gave it all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; I’ll stand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; My soul Lord to you surrendered  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; I am is yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;-hillsongs united&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7841757-7457971346170742150?l=joycie_ma.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycie_ma.blogspot.com/feeds/7457971346170742150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7841757&amp;postID=7457971346170742150&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7841757/posts/default/7457971346170742150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7841757/posts/default/7457971346170742150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycie_ma.blogspot.com/2007/11/stand.html' title='&quot;the stand&quot;'/><author><name>jace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02967055086546409505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09481911422511232685'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7841757.post-3259181194503168203</id><published>2007-10-23T21:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T22:01:21.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'>take heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="en-NIV-26749" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"I have told you these things,&lt;br /&gt;so that in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you may have&lt;br /&gt;p e a c e.&lt;br /&gt;In this world you will have trouble.&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;take heart&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;I have overcome the world."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-John 16:33&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7841757-3259181194503168203?l=joycie_ma.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycie_ma.blogspot.com/feeds/3259181194503168203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7841757&amp;postID=3259181194503168203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7841757/posts/default/3259181194503168203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7841757/posts/default/3259181194503168203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycie_ma.blogspot.com/2007/10/take-heart.html' title='take heart'/><author><name>jace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02967055086546409505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09481911422511232685'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7841757.post-3227699985585240312</id><published>2007-09-07T14:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T14:40:48.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"bohemian rhapsody"</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UyqpjkCwEI4"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UyqpjkCwEI4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am SO impressed.&lt;br /&gt;like wow.&lt;br /&gt;WATCH THIS NOW&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7841757-3227699985585240312?l=joycie_ma.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycie_ma.blogspot.com/feeds/3227699985585240312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7841757&amp;postID=3227699985585240312&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7841757/posts/default/3227699985585240312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7841757/posts/default/3227699985585240312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycie_ma.blogspot.com/2007/09/bohemian-rhapsody.html' title='&quot;bohemian rhapsody&quot;'/><author><name>jace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02967055086546409505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09481911422511232685'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7841757.post-9085070953001880873</id><published>2007-07-16T22:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T22:28:14.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"amazed"</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YGBRkx--w7I"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YGBRkx--w7I" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what if?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7841757-9085070953001880873?l=joycie_ma.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycie_ma.blogspot.com/feeds/9085070953001880873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7841757&amp;postID=9085070953001880873&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7841757/posts/default/9085070953001880873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7841757/posts/default/9085070953001880873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycie_ma.blogspot.com/2007/07/amazed.html' title='&quot;amazed&quot;'/><author><name>jace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02967055086546409505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09481911422511232685'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7841757.post-4781012151244520340</id><published>2007-04-12T13:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T13:33:52.757-05:00</updated><title type='text'>if everyone cared</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/M-QfLJbEN3k"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/M-QfLJbEN3k" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't particularly listen to these guys a lot, but i do believe that this is what the arts should do -give voice to the oppressed, be a catalyst for change, and unveil eyes to see God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's amazing when people in the mainstream entertainment industry use their art to speak of real life issues affecting our world and society. art has an amazing way of inspiring hearts and touching souls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when art speaks it can change the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;If everyone cared and nobody cried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;If everyone loved and nobody lied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;If everyone shared and swallowed their pride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Then we'd see the day, when nobody died&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;And as we lie beneath the stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;We realize how small we are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;If they could love like you and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Imagine what the world could be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-nickelback&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Speak up for those who cannot speak for themselves, for the rights of all who are destitute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" id="en-NIV-17294" class="sup"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Speak up and judge fairly; defend the rights of the poor and needy." -Prov. 31: 8,9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7841757-4781012151244520340?l=joycie_ma.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycie_ma.blogspot.com/feeds/4781012151244520340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7841757&amp;postID=4781012151244520340&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7841757/posts/default/4781012151244520340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7841757/posts/default/4781012151244520340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycie_ma.blogspot.com/2007/04/if-everyone-cared.html' title='if everyone cared'/><author><name>jace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02967055086546409505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09481911422511232685'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7841757.post-9050686849018293626</id><published>2007-04-11T21:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T12:17:37.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the miniature earth</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DQDLndolQOQ"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DQDLndolQOQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of the most powerful things someone said to me was that God has truly blessed us with so much, but we were never meant to keep it to ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what will you do with what God has given you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"For you know the grace of our Lord Jesus Christ, that though he was rich, yet for your sakes he became poor, so that you through his poverty might become rich." -2 Cor 8:9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;click worthy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.miniature-earth.com/" target="_blank"&gt;miniature earth&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.one.org/" target="_blank"&gt;the one campaign&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.millenniumcampaign.org/"&gt;the millenium campaign&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.compassion.ca/" target="_blank"&gt;compassion canada&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thewaterproject.org/" target="_blank"&gt;the water project&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7841757-9050686849018293626?l=joycie_ma.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycie_ma.blogspot.com/feeds/9050686849018293626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7841757&amp;postID=9050686849018293626&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7841757/posts/default/9050686849018293626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7841757/posts/default/9050686849018293626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycie_ma.blogspot.com/2007/04/miniature-earth_11.html' title='the miniature earth'/><author><name>jace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02967055086546409505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09481911422511232685'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7841757.post-7162190800132435203</id><published>2007-03-24T17:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T17:41:47.939-05:00</updated><title type='text'>thief</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;i can't see that thief that lives inside of your head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;but  can be some courage at the side of your bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;i don't know what's happening and i can't pretend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;but i can be your, be your...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;-olp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7841757-7162190800132435203?l=joycie_ma.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycie_ma.blogspot.com/feeds/7162190800132435203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7841757&amp;postID=7162190800132435203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7841757/posts/default/7162190800132435203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7841757/posts/default/7162190800132435203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycie_ma.blogspot.com/2007/03/thief.html' title='thief'/><author><name>jace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02967055086546409505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09481911422511232685'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7841757.post-2334889182642102558</id><published>2007-03-15T09:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T11:42:52.564-05:00</updated><title type='text'>woman of strength</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;A strong woman works out every day to keep her body in shape,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;but a woman of strength kneels in prayer to keep her soul in shape.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;A strong woman isn't afraid of anything,&lt;br /&gt;but a woman of strength shows courage in the midst of her fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;A strong woman won't let anyone get the best of her, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;but a woman of strength gives the best of her to everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;A strong woman makes mistakes and avoids the same in the future, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;but a woman of strength realizes life's mistakes can also be God's blessings and capitalizes on them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A strong woman walks sure footedly,                     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but a woman of strength knows God will catch her when she falls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;A strong woman wears the look of confidence on her face,&lt;br /&gt;but a woman of strength wears grace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A strong woman has faith that she is strong enough for the journey,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;but a woman of strength has faith that it is in the journey that she will become strong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;d.cheeks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.casa-in-italia.com/artpx/moma/images/Klimt_MOMA_Hope_II.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 349px; height: 352px;" src="http://www.casa-in-italia.com/artpx/moma/images/Klimt_MOMA_Hope_II.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Hope II"&lt;br /&gt;Gustav Klimt &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;"A pregnant woman bows her head and closes her eyes, as if praying for the safety of her child. Peeping out from behind her stomach is a death's head, sign of the danger she faces. At her feet, three women with bowed heads raise their hands, presumably also in prayer—although their solemnity might also imply mourning, as if they foresaw the child's fate." (MoMa publication excerpt)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;there are so many things that we cannot know or control, but regardless of the past, present, or future, we are always in the grip of His grace. there will always be hope if we draw our strength from the Lord.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 204, 153);"&gt;Whom have I in heaven but you?&lt;br /&gt;And earth has nothing I desire besides you.&lt;br /&gt;My flesh and my heart may fail,&lt;br /&gt;but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever."&lt;br /&gt;-Ps. 73:25-26&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7841757-2334889182642102558?l=joycie_ma.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycie_ma.blogspot.com/feeds/2334889182642102558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7841757&amp;postID=2334889182642102558&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7841757/posts/default/2334889182642102558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7841757/posts/default/2334889182642102558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycie_ma.blogspot.com/2007/03/woman-of-strength.html' title='woman of strength'/><author><name>jace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02967055086546409505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09481911422511232685'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7841757.post-6658535094850350479</id><published>2007-03-13T16:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T18:49:41.154-05:00</updated><title type='text'>shannon's art</title><content type='html'>i recently came across a website by my &lt;a href="http://www.shannongerard.org/" target="_blank"&gt;screenprinting instructor&lt;/a&gt;. she's a great print artist who explores some interesting themes in in her work in various different ways. very cool girl. very personable. knowledgeable too. i received really encouraging feedback from her when she taught me. i think she was the first to say that she appreciated my willingness to push myself and experiment with the medium. it's always nice to hear that my thought process is appreciated and considered when evaluating the final product. especially with print media, the process is always just as important, if not more, than the final print itself. if you're not familiar with the process of printmaking, it's hard to fully appreciate the end product. perhaps it's like that with any art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, as i was perusing her site, i came across some things i connected with that i thought would be nice to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.shannongerard.org/images/failed_popup4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 266px;" src="http://www.shannongerard.org/images/failed_popup4.jpg" target="_blank" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is from a recent series she did called "&lt;a href="http://www.shannongerard.org/books.htm" target="_blank"&gt;four failed proposals for a  world that won't exist&lt;/a&gt;". it's a series that presents a set of waking fantasies about breaking off from this world and finding a totally safe and untouchable place to exist. there's a very naive innocence about it that i love. i wonder if i've found the one who makes up for the holes in my socks. (click the pic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this one, from her series "stones and ghosts", she revisits some of the haunting questions of faith and beliefs of her childhood .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.shannongerard.org/images/strikes_popup4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 181px;" src="http://www.shannongerard.org/images/strikes_popup4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"In church, I often heard it said that nothing I could do would ever make God love me less. This was meant to indicate his boundless forgiveness, but it only made him seem immobile. Like nothing I could do would ever make God love me MORE."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i think about that. i know God loves me. i know he never changes and that his love for me is steadfast. i know the gospel. i lead worship all the time. "how great the father's love for us..."-one of my all-time favourites. i know i have experienced love and i have given love just the same. i know that as humans we can always work on loving each other more deeply like the bible calls us to. but when it comes to God, he can never love us more than he already does now. i know i am loved and i know love isn't a feeling, but sometimes i just don't feel it. is it just because i don't understand the full extent of how much God loves me? i guess sometimes it can be a bit abstract. two people can work on their love for each other. God will never need to work on loving us more but for us to love God more is a lifelong process. does it make sense to ask God to love us more? or will it always be us asking for more understanding or revelation of this great love? if i don't feel loved, even by other people, if i feel like i want or need to be reminded all the time, does it mean that i'm severely insecure? maybe a strong secure person "just knows" and is simply satisfied with that. no need for affirmation. even if it happens, it would just be a bonus. people have always told me i'm a strong person, man-arms aside. but deep down, i know better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 360px; height: 271px;" src="http://www.shannongerard.org/images/strikes_popup3.jpg" align="left" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7841757-6658535094850350479?l=joycie_ma.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycie_ma.blogspot.com/feeds/6658535094850350479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7841757&amp;postID=6658535094850350479&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7841757/posts/default/6658535094850350479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7841757/posts/default/6658535094850350479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycie_ma.blogspot.com/2007/03/shannons-art.html' title='shannon&apos;s art'/><author><name>jace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02967055086546409505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09481911422511232685'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7841757.post-117198478976966626</id><published>2007-02-20T09:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T11:54:27.653-06:00</updated><title type='text'>salt retreat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Your laughter it echoes like a joyous thunder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Your whisper it warms me like a summer breeze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Your anger is fiercer than the sun in its splendour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;You’re close and yet full of mystery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Ever since the day that I saw Your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Try as I may, I cannot look away, I cannot look away…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Captivated by You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I am captivated by You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;May my life be one unbroken gaze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Fixed upon the beauty of Your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Beholding is becoming, so as You fill my gaze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I become more like You and my heart is changed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Beholding is becoming, so as You fill my view&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Transform me into the likeness of You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;This is what I ask, for all my days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;That I may, never look away, never look away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Captivated by You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I am captivated by You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;May my life be one unbroken gaze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Fixed upon the beauty of Your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;No other could ever be as beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;No other could ever steal my heart away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I just can’t look away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Captivated by You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I am captivated by You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; May my life be one unbroken gaze &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; Fixed upon the beauty of Your face &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;friendid=20227079"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;-v.beeching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-593.ak.facebook.com/ip002/v65/99/96/48918307/n48918307_33249593_493.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 249px;" src="http://photos-593.ak.facebook.com/ip002/v65/99/96/48918307/n48918307_33249593_493.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.16-18.07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7841757-117198478976966626?l=joycie_ma.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycie_ma.blogspot.com/feeds/117198478976966626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7841757&amp;postID=117198478976966626&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7841757/posts/default/117198478976966626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7841757/posts/default/117198478976966626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycie_ma.blogspot.com/2007/02/salt-retreat.html' title='salt retreat'/><author><name>jace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02967055086546409505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09481911422511232685'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7841757.post-116608041088833816</id><published>2006-12-13T23:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T22:43:20.086-06:00</updated><title type='text'>white christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;"I'm dreaming of a white Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Just like the ones I used to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where the treetop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;s glisten&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and children listen to hear sleighbells in the snow..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i5.pbase.com/o4/17/317917/1/53796858.PC180096_800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 133px;" src="http://i5.pbase.com/o4/17/317917/1/53796858.PC180096_800.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;every year, i hope it's a white christmas. i can't imagine christmas without snow. the fluffy snow that blankets everything in a pure white and glistens in the sunlight. i love watching the snow fall. not that violent blizzard type of snow fall, even though that's pretty amazing sometimes if you're indoors, but it's those lovely gentle snowflakes that flutter through the air and dance with the wind that i find mesmerizing. it makes everything feel so romantic. i could watch that forever. (and really, how do they know that every snowflake is different? is that like...every snowflake that has ever fallen in the history of the world? or is it possible that a particular shape of snowflake that fell in toronto this year could reappear again next year in say, like....russia? somebody, please explain this to me. it blows my mind.) anyhow, i love this time of the year. i'm waiting for the first snow that will last. i hope it really is a white christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.expats.cz/images-articles/winter-homeless.pjpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 129px;" src="http://www.expats.cz/images-articles/winter-homeless.pjpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;but then every year i think, what about them? it's supposed to be "the most wonderful time of the year". i can't imagine this time of year to be most wonderful, if wonderful at all, for those without homes, warmth, food, family. and here i am, hoping for a beautiful white christmas. what i'm hoping so much for every year could kill people. literally. and it does. every  year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sxc.hu/pic/m/m/mn/mniemis/55064_sleepy_time.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 120px;" src="http://www.sxc.hu/pic/m/m/mn/mniemis/55064_sleepy_time.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i usually keep it to myself and forget about it as i celebrate the holiday season, but this year i'd like to do something different. even if it won't make much of a difference. i usually try avoid going to any kind of fancy banquet that raises money for charity, not that i have anything against them because i know that it gets people's attention and the turnouts are usually great, which makes it an effective tool to raise awareness about social issues. but in the end, i know that the money i pay to go is partly so that i can have a good time, and quite frankly i know i wouldn't be focusing on the charities i'm supposedly supporting by being there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this year, i know where i want my money to go.  i'd like to remember those that this season tends to forget. i'd like to stock up on some warm things like hats, mittens, scarves and socks and provide for those who need it the most this time of the year because i know i've been blessed with plenty. because i know i can. maybe there's a way to go around with a hot meal too. the hot chocolate worked nicely last time. but that's what i'd like to do for at least a day or two. maybe it can be part of being jesus with skin on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would anyone care to join me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.brm.org/images/uploaded/person%20in%20snow.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 165px; height: 234px;" src="http://www.brm.org/images/uploaded/person%20in%20snow.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 204, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;"Then the righteous will answer him, 'Lord, when did we see you hungry and feed you, or thirsty and give you something to drink? When did we see you a stranger and invite you in, or needing clothes and clothe you? When did we see you sick or in prison and go to visit you?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 204, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;The King will reply, 'I tell you the truth, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers of mine, you did for me.' " &lt;font&gt;-Matt. 25:37-40&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7841757-116608041088833816?l=joycie_ma.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycie_ma.blogspot.com/feeds/116608041088833816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7841757&amp;postID=116608041088833816&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7841757/posts/default/116608041088833816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7841757/posts/default/116608041088833816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycie_ma.blogspot.com/2006/12/white-christmas.html' title='white christmas'/><author><name>jace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02967055086546409505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09481911422511232685'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7841757.post-116533904862011380</id><published>2006-12-05T11:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T20:04:41.883-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"baby got book"</title><content type='html'>they showed this at c4c one week. quite funny....although i don't know how i feel about some of the lyrics :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed style="width: 400px; height: 326px;" id="VideoPlayback" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DlQAAACvjUIdpK-Ilw79busuTZwdgd_0fZhGXH4zLwFC1fvtAw7jeZcUbWlCtqSih-EyPdqd0e_jqbmf3uqwLorvZ99LlRwVkMYKD-9s1iz1Yrk59g5CJI-hMkogPvZb6ofTy1fsiWepoGWaLOuYPb2-sZJB1BjIK9dYpUcV_tC_nFcOB1eoOQ7K5E05apxSSfRhPucd6FeezqAkw1MTNICyAzdw%26sigh%3D0mXPg1dNFkTja4hc3ODz54UtcuM%26begin%3D0%26len%3D262361%26docid%3D-5267894961075966307&amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer%3Fcontentid%3D49feea35e5a2739e%26second%3D5%26itag%3Dw320%26urlcreated%3D1140644226%26sigh%3D9HzHpZ-yb4QjN8OamnseBvZ0pL0&amp;amp;amp;playerId=-5267894961075966307&amp;amp;playerMode=embedded" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" quality="best" bgcolor="#ffffff" scale="noScale" wmode="window"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7841757-116533904862011380?l=joycie_ma.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycie_ma.blogspot.com/feeds/116533904862011380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7841757&amp;postID=116533904862011380&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7841757/posts/default/116533904862011380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7841757/posts/default/116533904862011380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycie_ma.blogspot.com/2006/12/baby-got-book.html' title='&quot;baby got book&quot;'/><author><name>jace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02967055086546409505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09481911422511232685'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7841757.post-116287110754064436</id><published>2006-11-06T21:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T19:59:05.956-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"what if"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" id="lyrics"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;For a friend who thinks this Jesus stuff is nuts."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;What if you’re right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;And he was just another nice guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;What if you’re right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;What if it’s true?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;They say the cross will only make a fool of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;And what if it’s true?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;What if he takes his place in history&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;With all the prophets and the kings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Who taught us love and came in peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;But then the story ends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;What then?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;But what if you’re wrong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;What if there’s more?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;What if there’s hope you never dreamed of hoping for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;What if you jump?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;And just close your eyes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;What if the arms that catch you, catch you by surprise?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;What if He’s more than enough?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;What if it’s love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;What if you dig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Way down deeper than your simple-minded friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;What if you dig?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;What if you find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;A thousand more unanswered questions down inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;That’s all you find?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;What if you pick apart the logic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;And begin to poke the holes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;What if the crown of thorns is no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Than folklore that must be told and retold?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;You’ve been running as fast as you can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;You’ve been looking for a place you can land for so long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;But what if you’re wrong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;-n.nordeman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: -moz-zoom-out; width: 383px; height: 276px;" src="http://www.joyfulheart.com/easter/images/caravaggio_thomas_incredulity828x600.jpg" doubting="" thomas="" caravaggio="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Doubting Thomas"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Caravaggio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7841757-116287110754064436?l=joycie_ma.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycie_ma.blogspot.com/feeds/116287110754064436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7841757&amp;postID=116287110754064436&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7841757/posts/default/116287110754064436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7841757/posts/default/116287110754064436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycie_ma.blogspot.com/2006/11/what-if.html' title='&quot;what if&quot;'/><author><name>jace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02967055086546409505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09481911422511232685'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7841757.post-116227034612356708</id><published>2006-10-30T21:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T19:57:37.793-06:00</updated><title type='text'>my wicked week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.broadwayinchicago.com/images/shows_wicked.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 163px; height: 163px;" src="http://www.broadwayinchicago.com/images/shows_wicked.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;alright. so last week, because of a friend's convincing, i entered a singing competition that was going on as part of the promotion for the musical wicked. (which is just WICKED, i must say. and if you haven't seen it...what the heck are you waiting for?) it was held in different cities in the states and canada...well, just toronto. each contestant had to sing a clip from one of 5 songs from the musical. the songs were all posted online with mp3 tracks where you can practice and stuff. it was pretty convenient. and on the day of, you'd be singing along with the track with a karoke machine. so it was pretty hassle free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the first round was an online part, where anyone could send in a video of them singing one of the songs, and people would vote online for who would be finalists for the live competition on "wicked day". the second round (for canada) was on oct 22 with live auditions at the eaton's centre downtown. the first 30 people to register would get to sing. and then the last round was the day after at hillcrest mall. why hillcrest, i don't know. but it was close so that was the one i went to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;registration officially started at 4, but i was advised to get there as soon as i could. so i took the bus and went right after my class that ended at 2. i got there just before 3 and there were quite a few people lining up already. so i waited at the end of the line. i felt a little out of place because most of the people were teenagers...musical theatre fanatics with loud personalities that i didn't care too much to be associated with when i was in elementary/high school. but somehow i endured an hr of waiting in this line...and i wasn't even sure if i'd be able to sing. i didn't know if all of this would just be a waste of time. but i waited. just to see what would happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 4 they started letting people in. they let the first 30 in, and guess what number i was. 31. that's right. 31. but...turns out that the guy in front of me had auditioned the day before downtown and didn't make it to the finals. according to the rules, you can only sing once in the auditions so i became number 30. and that was the end of the waiting. it was pretty sad to see some kids going away crying and have their parents try to fight for them and everything...and of course, chinese people trying to bargain their way in. (be a man...do the right thing...y'kno)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the actual competition started at 5. yay for andrew and karen who showed up and kept me company! i was the last to sing. there were a few who i thought were great. but i dunno...a lot of them were kids and i don't think you can really compare kids voices with more mature ones because their voices are still developing. (other than the black lady beside me, who was great, i was the next oldest. and yes, i do realise i am one of shortest.) there&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i14.tinypic.com/4559tw4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 208px;" src="http://i14.tinypic.com/4559tw4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; was this one boy tho, who couldn't have been older than 12, that was fantastic. very cute. but he probably wont' sound like that next year...but anyway. i sang...it was ok. i had some things to work on. but i made it to the top 10 of this round, and so did that boy :) so that was cool. the finals would be a week later with the top ten finalists from the eatons center round, the hillcrest round, and the one girl who won the online vote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this past sunday was the finals at eatons center. it was pretty much the same deal. lots of teenagers, some that were really good. i was around 13th to sing. i was a bit more nervous for this one...more people, bigger location. and this time there would only be one winner. one out of 21. the prize would be: 6 tickets to see wicked, 6 autographed programs, $250 gift certificate for hillcrest, eaton's center, and city grill, 10 hours of professional training, and 10 weeks of auditions with a talent agency. very wicked prize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/502/1600/img%20009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7808/502/320/img%20009.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;anyway, so i sang. with dennis taping me on my camera. i'm glad i had a friend there with me. i don't think i would have done it if i was by myself. i didn't win, but i'm pretty happy with how i did. and i got some feedback from one of the judges too...the guy who plays the wizard in the production.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overall, it was a good experience. it took me a while to decide whether to do it or not, mainly because i don't often sing outside of church or worship settings. with those, i'm fine because i know that ultimately, it's not about how good i sound. it's about pointing people to God. the focus is never on me. but with a singing competition...well...it's about you and your voice. your voice compared to other people's voices. and that's scary. and i was scared that if i didn't win this, i would be thinking that i'm not good enough and all that yucky stuff and it would affect the way i sing for God. but i'm glad that wasn't the case. i know that i've been blessed with a gift, regardless of the outcome of this competition. it was a fun experience, and i'd consider do it again if i had the chance. i'm proud of myself for actualyl doing this. this is very out of character for me. but i guess sometimes you just gotta challenge yourself and just take a chance. nothing to lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to those who called or messaged to wish me luck and wanted to be there but couldn't. and of course, thanks to those few who actually came with me too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's my final performance at the eaton's center this past sunday. enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HbXaqkXXOc8"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HbXaqkXXOc8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;  &lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; Something has changed within me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Something is not the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm through with playing by the rules&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; Of someone else's game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; Too late for second-guessing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too late to go back to sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; It's time to trust my instincts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; Close my eyes and leap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;It's time to try&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; Defying gravity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; I think I'll try&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; Defying gravity&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you can't pull me down...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7841757-116227034612356708?l=joycie_ma.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycie_ma.blogspot.com/feeds/116227034612356708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7841757&amp;postID=116227034612356708&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7841757/posts/default/116227034612356708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7841757/posts/default/116227034612356708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycie_ma.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-wicked-week.html' title='my wicked week'/><author><name>jace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02967055086546409505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09481911422511232685'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7841757.post-116226632734678576</id><published>2006-10-30T20:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T23:01:07.200-06:00</updated><title type='text'>my grandfather</title><content type='html'>sent monday october 23:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;div&gt;hey guys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;yesterday night my family found out that my grandfather (dad's dad) has some kind of cancer in his stomach. about 2 weeks ago, he had an ulcer and was put on medication for it. he went back for a checkup yesterday and the doctor found out he had cancer. he's waiting to see a specialist so at this point, the details are unclear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;my grandmother gets sick pretty often too, so she's pretty worried about him. my mom is hoping to arrange for someone from csc to visit them. apparently there are a few people from our church who live in their building. we told my grandparents that we would be praying for them and when my mom asked my grandmother if she would like someone from the church to visit, she said yes, which is amazing because she's usually not up for stuff like that. both of them aren't believers so we're praying that through this they can come to know God somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;my dad is pretty stressed out right now with work too so he's having a hard time dealing with it. the news is pretty recent so for me, it hasn't really settled yet. nothing like this has ever happened to my family so i'm not really sure how i feel about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;i'm blessed to have a family who prays together, and i'm thankful for brothers and sisters like you whom i can share my burdens with. if you could please remember my grandparents and my family in your prayers at this time, that would be much appreciated. thanks :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;in Him,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;joyce&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;sent sunday october 29:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;hi everyone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wanted to say thank you very much for your prayers for my grandfather and our family in this difficult time. my family and i are very touched by the prayer support the church has given us. this afternoon, pastor bernard and 2 aunties went with my family to visit my grandparents. after an afternoon of chatting, both my grandparents opened their hearts to receive Christ. praise God indeed for how amazing he is...that he can change the hearts of the young and the old. wow. (and sometimes God sure works fast!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow morning my grandfather will be going in for surgery and will be staying at the hospital for two weeks. please pray for him, that he wouldn't be too worried but that he would learn to put his trust in the Lord, and for the doctors that everything would go smoothly. praise God that my grandfather was able to see this specialist so soon because we were told that he's a very good doctor, but usually extremely busy, so thank for God that. we're thankful that we also found a sister in the church that is going to take care of my grandmother and help her around the house full time for the next while. please continue to pray for the physical health and the spiritual health of my grandparents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks once again for the support you've shown me and my family. i'll keep you updated on how my grandfather's doing. we know that the Lord is definitely at work. our God is truly and awesome God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a blessed week,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joyce&lt;/blockquote&gt;how amazing is that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="en-NIV-25585" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 204, 153);"&gt;"Suppose one of you has a hundred sheep and loses one of them. Does he not leave the ninety-nine in the open country and go after the lost sheep until he finds it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" id="en-NIV-25586" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 204, 153);"&gt;And when he finds it, he joyfully puts it on his shoulders &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" id="en-NIV-25587" class="sup"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 204, 153);"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 204, 153);"&gt;and goes home. Then he calls his friends and neighbors together and says, 'Rejoice with me; I have found my lost sheep.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" id="en-NIV-25588" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 204, 153);"&gt;I tell you that in the same way there will be more rejoicing in heaven over one sinner who repents than over ninety-nine righteous persons who do not need to repent." -Luke 15:4-7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7841757-116226632734678576?l=joycie_ma.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycie_ma.blogspot.com/feeds/116226632734678576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7841757&amp;postID=116226632734678576&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7841757/posts/default/116226632734678576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7841757/posts/default/116226632734678576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycie_ma.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-grandfather.html' title='my grandfather'/><author><name>jace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02967055086546409505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09481911422511232685'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7841757.post-116208376163758513</id><published>2006-10-28T19:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T16:20:35.456-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"synopsis"</title><content type='html'>after a few weeks of a rather frustrating creative block, i have finally finished my "hybrid" litho print. we were supposed to put together 2 things that didn't normally go together and make a hybrid. i spent the whole afternoon today working in the studio. that's right. a saturday. and it feels soooooo good to be done early. i'm quite happy with the way it turned out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i call this "synopsis".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/449ffwo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 411px; height: 270px;" src="http://tinypic.com/449ffwo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(click for full view)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in early christian art, symbols were used for each of the gospel writers. people in our present day and culture aren't too familiar with them now, and i think it may have more catholic associations, but they would have been understood by the public in renaissance times and before. the symbol for matthew (top left) was a divine man, because his gospel was about jesus' humanity. mark's was a lion because his gospel was about jesus' royal status as king. luke (bottom left) was a bull, because it focuses on jesus' sacrifice and in biblical times they sacrificed bulls or oxen. and john's was a rising eagle because it was about eternal life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because the gospels are different accounts of the same or similar events, you can see or read  them together in parallel. that's why they're called the synoptic gospels. the common understanding of the word synopsis we use now has kind of diverted from the original greek, which means "together" (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;syn&lt;/span&gt;) "seeing" (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;opsis&lt;/span&gt;). with this piece, you see the whole gospel all at once. and it's only when you understand each symbol or gospel that you can fully encounter who Jesus is and what he did for humanity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7841757-116208376163758513?l=joycie_ma.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycie_ma.blogspot.com/feeds/116208376163758513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7841757&amp;postID=116208376163758513&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7841757/posts/default/116208376163758513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7841757/posts/default/116208376163758513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycie_ma.blogspot.com/2006/10/synopsis.html' title='&quot;synopsis&quot;'/><author><name>jace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02967055086546409505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09481911422511232685'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7841757.post-116114856459408217</id><published>2006-10-18T00:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T15:11:08.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"miles"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;it may be miles and miles before the journey's clear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;there may be rivers, maybe oceans of tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;the very hand that shields your eyes from understanding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;is the hand that will be holding you for miles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;-n.nordeman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sxc.hu/pic/m/t/th/thesaint/174324_road_trip.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7841757-116114856459408217?l=joycie_ma.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycie_ma.blogspot.com/feeds/116114856459408217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7841757&amp;postID=116114856459408217&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7841757/posts/default/116114856459408217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7841757/posts/default/116114856459408217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycie_ma.blogspot.com/2006/10/miles.html' title='&quot;miles&quot;'/><author><name>jace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02967055086546409505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09481911422511232685'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7841757.post-115963355733139638</id><published>2006-09-30T11:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T19:58:47.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"the artist lifts the veil" -h. bergson</title><content type='html'>excerpt from an article i've been looking for since i first read it in grade 10.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'll comment later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;What is the object of art? Could reality come into direct contact with sense and consciousness, could we enter into immediate communion with things and with ourselves, probably art would be useless, or rather we should all be artists, for then our soul would continually vibrate in perfect accord with nature. Our eyes, aided by memory, would carve out in space and fix in time the most inimitable of pictures. Hewn in the living marble of the human form, fragments of statues, beautiful as the relics of antique statuary, would strike the passing glance. Deep in our souls we should hear the strains of our inner life’s unbroken melody,--a music that is ofttimes gay, but more frequently plaintive and always original. All this is around and within us, and yet no whit of it do we distinctly perceive. Between nature and ourselves, nay, between ourselves and our own consciousness a veil is interposed: a veil that is dense and opaque for the common herd,--thin, almost transparent, for the artist and the poet. What fairy wove that veil? Was it done in malice or in friendliness? We had to live, and life demands that we grasp things in their relations to our own needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;[...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;In short, we do not see the actual things themselves; in most cases we confine ourselves to reading the labels affixed to them. [...] From time to time, however, in a fit of absentmindedness, nature raises up souls that are more detached from life. Not with that intentional, logical, systematical detachment--the result of reflection and philosophy--but rather with natural detachment, one innate in the structure of sense or consciousness, which at once reveals itself by a virginal manner, so to speak, of seeing, hearing or thinking. Were this detachment complete, did the soul no longer cleave to action by any of its perceptions, it would be the soul of an artist such as the world has never yet seen. It would excel alike in every art at the same time; or rather, it would fuse them all into one. It would perceive all things in their native purity: the forms, colours, sounds of the physical world as well as the subtlest movements of the inner life. But this is asking too much of nature. Even for such of us as she has made artists, it is by accident, and on one side only, that she has lifted the veil. In one direction only has she forgotten to rivet the perception to the need. And since each direction corresponds to what we call a SENSE--through one of his senses, and through that sense alone, is the artist usually wedded to art. Hence, originally, the diversity of arts. Hence also the speciality of predispositions. This one applies himself to colours and forms, and since he loves colour for colour and form for form, since he perceives them for their sake and not for his own, it is the inner life of things that he sees appearing through their forms and colours. Little by little he insinuates it into our own perception, baffled though we may be at the outset. For a few moments at least, he diverts us from the prejudices of form and colour that come between ourselves and reality. And thus he realises the loftiest ambition of art, which here consists in revealing to us nature. Others, again, retire within themselves. Beneath the thousand rudimentary actions which are the outward and visible signs of an emotion, behind the commonplace, conventional expression that both reveals and conceals an individual mental state, it is the emotion, the original mood, to which they attain in its undefiled essence. And then, to induce us to make the same effort ourselves, they contrive to make us see something of what they have seen: by rhythmical arrangement of words, which thus become organised and animated with a life of their own, they tell us--or rather suggest-- things that speech was not calculated to express. Others delve yet deeper still. Beneath these joys and sorrows which can, at a pinch, be translated into language, they grasp something that has nothing in common with language, certain rhythms of life and breath that are closer to man than his inmost feelings, being the living law-- varying with each individual--of his enthusiasm and despair, his hopes and regrets. By setting free and emphasising this music, they force it upon our attention; they compel us, willy-nilly, to fall in with it, like passers-by who join in a dance. And thus they impel us to set in motion, in the depths of our being, some secret chord which was only waiting to thrill. So art, whether it be painting or sculpture, poetry or music, has no other object than to brush aside the utilitarian symbols, the conventional and socially accepted generalities, in short, everything that veils reality from us, in order to bring us face to face with reality itself. It is from a misunderstanding on this point that the dispute between realism and idealism in art has arisen. Art is certainly only a more direct vision of reality. But this purity of perception implies a break with utilitarian convention, an innate and specially localised disinterestedness of sense or consciousness, in short, a certain immateriality of life, which is what has always been called idealism. So that we might say, without in any way playing upon the meaning of the words, that realism is in the work when idealism is in the soul, and that it is only through ideality that we can resume contact with reality.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7841757-115963355733139638?l=joycie_ma.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycie_ma.blogspot.com/feeds/115963355733139638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7841757&amp;postID=115963355733139638&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7841757/posts/default/115963355733139638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7841757/posts/default/115963355733139638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycie_ma.blogspot.com/2006/09/artist-lifts-veil-h-bergson.html' title='&quot;the artist lifts the veil&quot; -h. bergson'/><author><name>jace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02967055086546409505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09481911422511232685'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7841757.post-115950602082681779</id><published>2006-09-28T22:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T02:34:21.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'>satisfied?</title><content type='html'>i went to fellowship tonight. this girl gave a talk on the holy spirit and living a spirit-filled life. i thought it was quite good. very practical. and she didn't make it seem as complicated or mysterious as some of us christians make matters regarding the holy spirit to be. anyway, i picked up one of her booklets at the end called "satisfied?". it goes through different stages of what it means to live a spirit-filled life...kind of like a tract. it finishes off with an analogy i thought was pretty cool:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do Not Depend on Feelings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;To be transported by an airplane, we must place our faith in the trustworthiness of the aircraft and the pilot who flies it. Our feelings of confidence or fear do not affect the ability of the airplane to transport us, though they do affect how much we enjoy the trip. In the same way, we as Christians do not depend on feelings or emotions, but we place our faith in the trustworthiness of God and the promises of His Word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i love flying. i always have. i pray that i can love trusting in Him to bring me wherever just as much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sxc.hu/pic/m/d/do/dolphin22/483581_high_wing.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;"I pray that out of his glorious riches he may strengthen you with power through his Spirit in your inner being, so that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith." -Eph 3:16-17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7841757-115950602082681779?l=joycie_ma.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycie_ma.blogspot.com/feeds/115950602082681779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7841757&amp;postID=115950602082681779&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7841757/posts/default/115950602082681779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7841757/posts/default/115950602082681779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycie_ma.blogspot.com/2006/09/satisfied.html' title='satisfied?'/><author><name>jace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02967055086546409505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09481911422511232685'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7841757.post-115901990551103352</id><published>2006-09-23T08:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T06:39:25.270-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2 chronicles 15</title><content type='html'>God is very good.&lt;br /&gt;i needed a reminder.&lt;br /&gt;i needed to taste and see and know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once again, i'm making the attempt to start my day off with God. i'm really not a morning person. i slept pretty late yesterday night. but then i woke up early, on a saturday morning, because i couldn't go back to sleep. i felt really hungry...had that feeling in the pit of my stomach. so i had to get up. but then i had remembered one thing i had written down in my action plan yesterday when we had our spiritual check-up at salt. i wanted to start my day off with God. at the end of the day, before bed, just isn't going to cut it. i've been going through some struggles lately. one day i just fell apart. not so much because of the situations, but because God wasn't there. i was too busy being distracted by other things. so this morning i actually spent time with God. before doing anything else. i actually did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the last while i have been going through 2 chronicles. i've been trying to get through it for a while now. it's just one of those books i've never really read. they say it's a difficult book to read, especially during devotions. it's really just history. good kings, bad kings, battles, temple talk...and it's repetitive. so for a while it was really hard to be consistent. so i prayed before i read, and was just like...ok, y'kno God, this book is tough. it's kinda boring. but when it comes down to it, they're still your words. and from what i know, "the word of God is living and active". please let me see how it can be living and active in my life today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the chapter starts with the prophet azariah giving a prophecy to king asa. he says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;"Listen to me, Asa and all Judah and Benjamin. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The LORD is with you when you are with him. If you seek him, he will be found by you, but if you forsake him, he will forsake you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" id="en-NIV-11494" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;For a long time Israel was without the true God, without a priest to teach and without the law. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" id="en-NIV-11495" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;But in their distress they turned to the LORD, the God of Israel, and sought him, and he was found by them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;" id="en-NIV-11496" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;In those days it was not safe to travel about, for all the inhabitants of the lands were in great turmoil. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;" id="en-NIV-11497" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;One nation was being crushed by another and one city by another, because God was troubling them with every kind of distress. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;" id="en-NIV-11498" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But as for you, be strong and do not give up, for your work will be rewarded&lt;/span&gt;." (vs 2-7)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you seek, you will find.&lt;br /&gt;and really, i had not been seeking.&lt;br /&gt;want God to be with you? then be with him.&lt;br /&gt;wasn't really doing that either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but no matter how long israel was without God, they just had to seek after God, and he was found. sometimes, it's really hard to see God in certain circumstances. you can say all the christian cliche things to yourself and to others, but it's not really taken to heart. it's not living and active. but really look hard. really seek. be strong and don't give up. he will be found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the passage continues to say how asa "took courage" (v8) and got rid of all the false idols from his land and the ones he captured. people from other tribes came and settled where he was "when they saw that the Lord his God was with him" (v9). as the king, he gathered all the people and they all "entered into a covenant to seek the Lord, the God of their fathers, with all their heart and soul...All Judah rejoiced about the oath because they had sworn it wholeheartedly. They sought God eagerly, and he was found by them. So the Lord gave them rest on every side." (v12, 15)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rest. how beautiful is that? our God is a God of peace. of rest. seek after him, and he'll give you rest. physically, emotionally, mentally. he'll give you peace. peace about yesterday, today, and tomorrow. just seek. you'll find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it concludes saying that "Asa's heart was fully committed to the Lord all his life" (v17).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seek, find, and rest.&lt;br /&gt;God is very good indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sxc.hu/pic/m/t/tr/trolf/587962_playground_fun_1.jpg" alt="Playground fun 1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;"For the word of God is living and active. Sharper than any double-edged sword, it penetrates even to dividing soul and spirit, joints and marrow; it judges the attitudes of the heart." -Heb 4:12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7841757-115901990551103352?l=joycie_ma.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycie_ma.blogspot.com/feeds/115901990551103352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7841757&amp;postID=115901990551103352&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7841757/posts/default/115901990551103352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7841757/posts/default/115901990551103352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycie_ma.blogspot.com/2006/09/2-chronicles-15.html' title='2 chronicles 15'/><author><name>jace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02967055086546409505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09481911422511232685'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7841757.post-115894421961741669</id><published>2006-09-22T11:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T20:50:58.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'>strength</title><content type='html'>that's what i need more of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;h4&gt;Isaiah 40 &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: normal;"&gt;...so long, but so good..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;h5&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Comfort for God's People&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/h5&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-18422" class="sup"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt; Comfort, comfort my people,&lt;br /&gt;   says your God. &lt;p&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-18423" class="sup"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt; Speak tenderly to Jerusalem,&lt;br /&gt;   and proclaim to her&lt;br /&gt;   that her hard service has been completed,&lt;br /&gt;   that her sin has been paid for,&lt;br /&gt;   that she has received from the LORD's hand&lt;br /&gt;   double for all her sins. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-18424" class="sup"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt; A voice of one calling:&lt;br /&gt;   "In the desert prepare&lt;br /&gt;   the way for the LORD ;&lt;br /&gt;   make straight in the wilderness&lt;br /&gt;   a highway for our God.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-18425" class="sup"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt; Every valley shall be raised up,&lt;br /&gt;   every mountain and hill made low;&lt;br /&gt;   the rough ground shall become level,&lt;br /&gt;   the rugged places a plain. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-18426" class="sup"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt; And the glory of the LORD will be revealed,&lt;br /&gt;   and all mankind together will see it.&lt;br /&gt;   For the mouth of the LORD has spoken." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-18427" class="sup"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt; A voice says, "Cry out."&lt;br /&gt;   And I said, "What shall I cry?"&lt;br /&gt;   "All men are like grass,&lt;br /&gt;   and all their glory is like the flowers of the field. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-18428" class="sup"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt; The grass withers and the flowers fall,&lt;br /&gt;   because the breath of the LORD blows on them.&lt;br /&gt;   Surely the people are grass. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-18429" class="sup"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt; The grass withers and the flowers fall,&lt;br /&gt;   but the word of our God stands forever." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-18430" class="sup"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt; You who bring good tidings to Zion,&lt;br /&gt;   go up on a high mountain.&lt;br /&gt;   You who bring good tidings to Jerusalem,&lt;br /&gt;   lift up your voice with a shout,&lt;br /&gt;   lift it up, do not be afraid;&lt;br /&gt;   say to the towns of Judah,&lt;br /&gt;   "Here is your God!" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-18431" class="sup"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt; See, the Sovereign LORD comes with power,&lt;br /&gt;   and his arm rules for him.&lt;br /&gt;   See, his reward is with him,&lt;br /&gt;   and his recompense accompanies him. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-18432" class="sup"&gt;11&lt;/span&gt; He tends his flock like a shepherd:&lt;br /&gt;   He gathers the lambs in his arms&lt;br /&gt;   and carries them close to his heart;&lt;br /&gt;   he gently leads those that have young. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-18433" class="sup"&gt;12&lt;/span&gt; Who has measured the waters in the hollow of his hand,&lt;br /&gt;   or with the breadth of his hand marked off the heavens?&lt;br /&gt;   Who has held the dust of the earth in a basket,&lt;br /&gt;   or weighed the mountains on the scales&lt;br /&gt;   and the hills in a balance? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-18434" class="sup"&gt;13&lt;/span&gt; Who has understood the mind of the LORD,&lt;br /&gt;   or instructed him as his counselor? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-18435" class="sup"&gt;14&lt;/span&gt; Whom did the LORD consult to enlighten him,&lt;br /&gt;   and who taught him the right way?&lt;br /&gt;   Who was it that taught him knowledge&lt;br /&gt;   or showed him the path of understanding? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-18436" class="sup"&gt;15&lt;/span&gt; Surely the nations are like a drop in a bucket;&lt;br /&gt;   they are regarded as dust on the scales;&lt;br /&gt;   he weighs the islands as though they were fine dust. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-18437" class="sup"&gt;16&lt;/span&gt; Lebanon is not sufficient for altar fires,&lt;br /&gt;   nor its animals enough for burnt offerings. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-18438" class="sup"&gt;17&lt;/span&gt; Before him all the nations are as nothing;&lt;br /&gt;   they are regarded by him as worthless&lt;br /&gt;   and less than nothing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-18439" class="sup"&gt;18&lt;/span&gt; To whom, then, will you compare God?&lt;br /&gt;   What image will you compare him to? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-18440" class="sup"&gt;19&lt;/span&gt; As for an idol, a craftsman casts it,&lt;br /&gt;   and a goldsmith overlays it with gold&lt;br /&gt;   and fashions silver chains for it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-18441" class="sup"&gt;20&lt;/span&gt; A man too poor to present such an offering&lt;br /&gt;   selects wood that will not rot.&lt;br /&gt;   He looks for a skilled craftsman&lt;br /&gt;   to set up an idol that will not topple. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="en-NIV-18442" class="sup"&gt;21&lt;/span&gt; Do you not know?&lt;br /&gt;   Have you not heard?&lt;br /&gt;   Has it not been told you from the beginning?&lt;br /&gt;   Have you not understood since the earth was founded? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-18443" class="sup"&gt;22&lt;/span&gt; He sits enthroned above the circle of the earth,&lt;br /&gt;   and its people are like grasshoppers.&lt;br /&gt;   He stretches out the heavens like a canopy,&lt;br /&gt;   and spreads them out like a tent to live in. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-18444" class="sup"&gt;23&lt;/span&gt; He brings princes to naught&lt;br /&gt;   and reduces the rulers of this world to nothing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-18445" class="sup"&gt;24&lt;/span&gt; No sooner are they planted,&lt;br /&gt;   no sooner are they sown,&lt;br /&gt;   no sooner do they take root in the ground,&lt;br /&gt;   than he blows on them and they wither,&lt;br /&gt;   and a whirlwind sweeps them away like chaff. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-18446" class="sup"&gt;25&lt;/span&gt; "To whom will you compare me?&lt;br /&gt;   Or who is my equal?" says the Holy One. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-18447" class="sup"&gt;26&lt;/span&gt; Lift your eyes and look to the heavens:&lt;br /&gt;   Who created all these?&lt;br /&gt;   He who brings out the starry host one by one,&lt;br /&gt;   and calls them each by name.&lt;br /&gt;   Because of his great power and mighty strength,&lt;br /&gt;   not one of them is missing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-18448" class="sup"&gt;27&lt;/span&gt; Why do you say, O Jacob,&lt;br /&gt;   and complain, O Israel,&lt;br /&gt;   "My way is hidden from the LORD;&lt;br /&gt;   my cause is disregarded by my God"? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-18449" class="sup"&gt;28&lt;/span&gt; Do you not know?&lt;br /&gt;   Have you not heard?&lt;br /&gt;   The LORD is the everlasting God,&lt;br /&gt;   the Creator of the ends of the earth.&lt;br /&gt;   He will not grow tired or weary,&lt;br /&gt;   and his understanding no one can fathom. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-18450" class="sup"&gt;29&lt;/span&gt; He gives strength to the weary&lt;br /&gt;   and increases the power of the weak. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-18451" class="sup"&gt;30&lt;/span&gt; Even youths grow tired and weary,&lt;br /&gt;   and young men stumble and fall; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-18452" class="sup"&gt;31&lt;/span&gt; but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;those who hope in the LORD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;       will renew their strength. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;       They will soar on wings like eagles; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;       they will run and not grow weary, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;       they will walk and not be faint.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sxc.hu/pic/m/m/ma/mammuth/105717_snowy_spring.jpg" alt="snowy spring" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wait for the LORD;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; be strong and take heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and wait for the LORD."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ps 27:14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7841757-115894421961741669?l=joycie_ma.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycie_ma.blogspot.com/feeds/115894421961741669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7841757&amp;postID=115894421961741669&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7841757/posts/default/115894421961741669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7841757/posts/default/115894421961741669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycie_ma.blogspot.com/2006/09/strength.html' title='strength'/><author><name>jace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02967055086546409505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09481911422511232685'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7841757.post-115890121530310994</id><published>2006-09-22T00:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T11:41:34.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'>faith</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="en-NIV-25649" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;The apostles said to the Lord, "Increase our faith!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span id="en-NIV-25650" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;He replied, "If you have faith as small as a mustard seed, you can say to this mulberry tree, 'Be uprooted and planted in the sea,' and it will obey you. -Luke 17:5-6&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i don't need more faith. i just need some.&lt;/p&gt;i'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;tired of waiting.&lt;br /&gt;tired of making plans.&lt;br /&gt;tired of hoping.&lt;br /&gt;tired of hearing advice and God-talk.&lt;br /&gt;tired of trying to laugh it off.&lt;br /&gt;tired of excusing people who don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;tired of feeling guilty.&lt;br /&gt;tired of having to be strong.&lt;br /&gt;tired of crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm trying to hang on.&lt;br /&gt;i can be short-sighted, i know.&lt;br /&gt;but it's really hard.&lt;br /&gt;being supportive is hard. waiting is hard.&lt;br /&gt;waiting for so long is really hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i just get tired.&lt;br /&gt;really tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://uk.wallpaper.crossmap.com/archives/156_medium.jpg" alt="Like a Mustard Seed" height="300" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Now faith is being sure of what we hope for&lt;br /&gt;and certain of what we do not see." -Heb. 11:1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7841757-115890121530310994?l=joycie_ma.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycie_ma.blogspot.com/feeds/115890121530310994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7841757&amp;postID=115890121530310994&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7841757/posts/default/115890121530310994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7841757/posts/default/115890121530310994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycie_ma.blogspot.com/2006/09/faith.html' title='faith'/><author><name>jace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02967055086546409505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09481911422511232685'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7841757.post-115885560558116411</id><published>2006-09-21T11:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T11:50:51.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'>crazy</title><content type='html'>thoroughly impressed with this video.&lt;br /&gt;wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JgKUnhCANTY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JgKUnhCANTY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7841757-115885560558116411?l=joycie_ma.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycie_ma.blogspot.com/feeds/115885560558116411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7841757&amp;postID=115885560558116411&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7841757/posts/default/115885560558116411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7841757/posts/default/115885560558116411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycie_ma.blogspot.com/2006/09/crazy.html' title='crazy'/><author><name>jace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02967055086546409505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09481911422511232685'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>