<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108745342261369480</id><updated>2011-12-16T06:31:13.774-08:00</updated><category term='EMOTIONS'/><title type='text'>in the making.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108745342261369480/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>lady gee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15695830612168802105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>58</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108745342261369480.post-255653911556231630</id><published>2011-12-08T05:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T05:43:58.101-08:00</updated><title type='text'>REEL vs. REAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="mbl notesBlogText clearfix"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;A copy of the word I shared in the our smallgroup last Tuesday :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;---&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REELationships, REALationships, relationSHIPS &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Reel- &lt;em&gt;go round, go round and round, whirl, spin, revolve, swirl, twirl, turn, swim&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Real- &lt;em&gt;Authentic, Truth, True, tangible&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Relate – &lt;em&gt;communicate&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;From the range of 1-10, rate how great or how poor your relationship is with your...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;....FRIENDS.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;…FAMILY.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;…GOD&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The one who gets the lowest will always be God. Believe it or not. &lt;strong&gt;The one who will always get the highest will be our friends.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FACT:&lt;/strong&gt; The more important the relationship is, the lesser importance we give to it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why? We always neglect those whom we think would always understand us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;…EVEN IF WE MISBEHAVE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;…EVEN IF WE REBEL.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;…EVEN IF WE ABUSE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.     Because we know that we can always abuse their love for us.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.     Because we know na ‘hindi nila tayo matitiis’&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.     Because we know that when everyone walks out on us, they will still be there for us.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last week’s topic: &lt;strong&gt;Getting to Know God&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today’s topic: &lt;strong&gt;REELationship? REALationship? RelationSHIPS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ships = Vessel&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Text: Luke 10:27&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Love  the Lord your God with all your heart, your soul, your mind and your  strength &amp;amp; love your neighbor as you love yourself."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We’re like ships made to relate to one another&lt;/strong&gt;! =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1.     &lt;strong&gt;J.O.Y (Jesus owns you!)&lt;/strong&gt; – &lt;span&gt;Love the Lord your God w/ all your heart, your soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;First  of all, why heart? Because it is in our hearts that we feel! God wants  us to love him not only mentally or spiritually but also emotionally.  See Psalms. David was very emotional.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;What God says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Because I love you with an everlasting love.” – &lt;em&gt;Jeremiah 31:3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“For you are my treasured possession.” &lt;em&gt;Exodus 19:5&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2.     &lt;strong&gt;W.W.J.D (Walk with Jesus Daily)&lt;/strong&gt; – &lt;span&gt;With all your strength&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why  strength? Not with all our wisdom? Because it is in our strength that  we get to apply everything we know, everything we’ve learned, everything  we feel. From singing songs, doing missions, and serving God!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt; What God says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“As a shepherd carries a lamb, I have carried you close to my heart.” – &lt;em&gt;Isaiah 40:11&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“I will never stop doing good to you.” – &lt;em&gt;Jeremiah 32:40&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3.     &lt;strong&gt;T.G.I.F (Today God is First)&lt;/strong&gt; – &lt;span&gt;With all your mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mind  because this is where all the knowing starts! This is where… the battle  begins. The Lord knows us very well that’s why he said,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; “Finally,  brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is  right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if  anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things.” –Romans  4:8&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;What God says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“I gave up everything I had that I might gain your love.” – &lt;em&gt;Romans 8:31-32&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;4.     &lt;strong&gt;CTC?  (Care to Care?)&lt;/strong&gt; – &lt;span&gt;love your neighbor as you love yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;We  need to demonstrate care just like how Joseph cared for his brothers,  just like how Moses took care of the Israelites, just how Noah took care  of the animals and etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;What God says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“I tell you the truth, when you did it to one of the least of these my brothers and sisters, you were doing it to me.” –&lt;em&gt;Matthew 25:40&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let’s always ask our selves, WWJD? What would Jesus Do? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;END POINT:&lt;/strong&gt;  The secret key to keep all our relationships going is to keep our  hearts closer to God. God desires to lavish His love on us… God desires  for us to lavish His love on others, too. &lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;It’s all about God lavishing His love on people.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;People lavishing their love on God.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;And People lavishing their love, on people. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;CHALLENGE: &lt;strong&gt;TELL SOMEONE YOU LOVE THEM TODAY. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&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/6108745342261369480-255653911556231630?l=our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/feeds/255653911556231630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/2011/12/reel-vs-real.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108745342261369480/posts/default/255653911556231630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108745342261369480/posts/default/255653911556231630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/2011/12/reel-vs-real.html' title='REEL vs. REAL'/><author><name>lady gee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15695830612168802105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108745342261369480.post-1702163068699444833</id><published>2011-12-05T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T08:38:06.554-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never in vain.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, my dear brothers, stand firm. Let nothing move you.  Always give yourselves fully to the work of the Lord, because you know  that your labor in the Lord is not in vain.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; - 1 Corinthians 15:58&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I feel compelled to write about this verse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see my dear friends, I have witnessed how God can turn someone's failures into victories. I have witnessed and experienced how God turned my failures into victories. Let me tell you my testimony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For 6 months, I have dimmed my light. For one semester at school. During the first two starting months of classes, I still had it. Little by little, little did I know that I was already being lured into a trap. It was a slow death. Problems after problems, struggles after struggles. Then came one time when I stumbled because of not fixing my eyes on Jesus. I started avoiding those people who hurt me so much, sadly, those were people whom I looked up to. It was a domino effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They stumble, I stumbled.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything started crashing in when I began spending less hours with God. I lost spiritual strength. I said, "Hey, if Christians are like this, I might as well quit being one." Moments with God turned into moments with sin. Finally, I lost all my defenses when I stopped keeping in touch with God. I gravitated with my own strength. Believing in my own wisdom, I convinced myself I could do it without God on my side. I could excel, I could manage, I could gain esteem. I knew it was no longer me who was taking control but I ignored it. I liked it. I wanted it. I've chosen it. A choice for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept running in life with an empty heart. Henceforth, I conceded into substitutes. Apparently, these substitutes seemed to satisfy me for awhile. I kept on coming back to them from time to time, to gather a fake strength that I could use to comfort myself. I came to a point where I wanted to leave home when things weren't going any better. I came to that verge where I wanted to just take down my own life. I wasted my life on temporary things, on things that would eventually use me up more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the happenings, I was still being dragged to church at Sundays. However, there were Sundays where I missed attending, and when I didn't, I was just physically present. Worshiping God through songs... yes. I felt His presence. The songs, they convicted me. But I was in a very strong war. I was telling God, 'I want to be with you, but I can't give this up. I want to stay here longer...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were times where I would just cry my heart out to God, although I wasn't really communicating with Him. It was a cry of blaming, of anguish, of hatred, of confusion. I didn't want to come back to Him yet. I wanted to explore more of this life, to delve into deeper traps, to get myself tangled in the net of the enemy. And I did get what I wished for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One evening, while looking into the mirror, I could see an empty girl with empty eyes. I could see her empty soul, and her empty heart. I looked like a living dead. A dead girl walking. I looked evil. Part of me wanted to cry, but a part of me argues and says it was better off this way. My hatred for those people who condemned me for lies grew even more. The anger consumed me. I was a monster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kept on for months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my friends, I am not here to tell you about how destroyed I was that time. I am here to tell you how much GOD turned my life around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God was still faithful despite me being a rebel. He showed himself in a vision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was noon that time, Saturday. I went back to sleep because I was still sleepy. I had a vision in a dream. Exact scenario. Exact location. I battled with the enemy in my dream. He appeared as a very beautiful lady in my dream. In my dream, he was wearing a long black gown. Seducing. Pretty seducing. He was praying to the other side of the world for me not to escape from him. I was pretending to be half asleep. However, he knew I was playing with him. He walked to me, caressed my face. I caressed him back, I told him lies. I told him he was beautiful, I told him I wanted him. I told him I belonged to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's because I wanted to deceive him so I could escape after. I wanted to make him believe that I was already his. But came God's grace. The enemy shouted and he himself told me, "Liar! You still have Him in your heart!" I could remember escaping. He wouldn't allow me to. I was still in my room. After wrestling with him, I finally had the chance to get out. I went out of my room, directing me to thousands of stairs. It was spiral. I kept on going down, away from him. He was chasing after me. I was contacting a friend. I called her. I said, "I'm on my way to the cemetery."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That vision was purely God's word, speaking to me. I couldn't forget the line of the enemy there, "You still have Him in your heart!" - This is the perfect example of Christ's love. He never left my heart. He was still there even though I had a lot of attempts to completely erase Him from that space. He was still in my heart, residing. It brought tears to my eyes. I woke up with a heart that was ready to repent. A throbbing heart. I ran downstairs to tell some of my church friends about it, I told them in tears. There was a loud thunder afterwards. It was really a sure sign that God wanted me back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends, I am here to tell you that we can never deceive the enemy. If you're playing with fire you should stop. You can never play with fire because it will always consume you. I have learned my lesson and now here I am to testify that God has turned my failures into a series of victories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 28, 2011 - I decided to re-commit my life to Jesus Christ. God made wonders in my life. He used my bad circumstances so He could turn something good out of it. He did. I have now started a campus ministry at school together with a friend of mine. I have shown my light to my classmates by confessing to them everything bad that I did and that I shouldn't have done. I talked to them, telling them that I am going to change. I changed. All because of God's grace. The most amazing part is, I have this friend who had turned his back away from Christ for some period of years now, and because of my failure that has turned into victory that I have shared to him, I believe that God has used it to make him think. Good news is, last saturday, he re-commited his life to Jesus! And yes, I am overwhelmed with great joy! I have been praying for him since first year college, and now he came back to Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another good news is, I shared Christ's goodness during my 18th to everyone who were invited! They listened to God's word and some of my relatives who weren't saved cried. God has touched their hearts! There were friends who told me that they were blessed with the word I shared and that's because GOD IS GREAT! It wasn't me. It was God, using me! Now, my classmates know that I am a Christian. That I have Jesus in me. That God is great and good and amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one is, I was invited to speak into a small group. All boys. I spoke about "DATING NON CHRISTIANS" and I thank God for using me in such new ways! I've never spoken to a group of boys before... and here He is, using me in another level because I've turned away from my sin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, tomorrow will be another good news. I will be speaking in our small group, and I will be talking again about how good God is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking back, I am so amazed with His love, His grace, His unending mercy. If you think I'm righteous, no think again, it's my God who is righteous. If you think I'm strong, never, God is my strength. I am in no position to boast about anything because I wouldn't survive without God's hand that upholds me. Here's one thing I want to share, if you think you'll never be moved or shaken, think again... you can never tell. That's why we always need to stay on guard by keeping our hearts close to God. When our hearts are close to Him, we are always protected. We are always safe. Never compromise. Never play with fire. It will burn you. But if ever you are, and you had, God's the best Fireman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He's always on the rescue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repent while you still have the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that God would use this testimony to bless you. Amen.&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/6108745342261369480-1702163068699444833?l=our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/feeds/1702163068699444833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/2011/12/never-in-vain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108745342261369480/posts/default/1702163068699444833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108745342261369480/posts/default/1702163068699444833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/2011/12/never-in-vain.html' title='Never in vain.'/><author><name>lady gee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15695830612168802105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108745342261369480.post-6051542555242071902</id><published>2011-12-01T01:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T02:06:41.642-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taste and see. - Psalm 34:8</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has its series of ups and downs, mine is not an exemption. 18 years  of existence is equal to 18 years of God's faithfulness in my life -  then double it twice. The open arms of my family and their warm  appreciation gives me a fuzzy comfortable feeling of security. The  laughter of my closest friends remind me how blessed I am to celebrate  the first few hours of my birthday with them. God had been so great for  blessing me with people who love me. Despite the barriers of distances,  there are friends who remembers &amp;amp; who would never take me for  granted. The love of friends and family. This kind of love gives me  millions of reasons to get up every morning, to still keep up with life,  this kind of love..  thank God so much for His love that radiates  through the faces of those whom He's been using to bless my life. The  beautiful painting of a life lived in Christ gives me enough reason to  never stop singing for Him. The melodious beat of my heart is a proof  that God cares. The wonderful tickles of the wind on my cheeks in times  of refreshment is a sure sign that God sees. The warm, peaceful, secured  feeling I have during the night is a witness of how much God protects.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Y5ivKzqedM/TtdQ1jWvgwI/AAAAAAAAABM/-p06yEHmHWU/s1600/gee1"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Y5ivKzqedM/TtdQ1jWvgwI/AAAAAAAAABM/-p06yEHmHWU/s320/gee1" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681098335905088258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A shot taken during the shoot :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eziYOGQEovM/TtdQ1LpfdqI/AAAAAAAAABA/0osbLiwsel8/s1600/383908_2607255857131_1126971845_32925177_1390209542_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eziYOGQEovM/TtdQ1LpfdqI/AAAAAAAAABA/0osbLiwsel8/s320/383908_2607255857131_1126971845_32925177_1390209542_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681098329541277346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me with my parents. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KD2rAAEUiG4/TtdQ05QBkFI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Y-zNj6oW0ao/s1600/391153_2607292618050_1126971845_32925242_1235908760_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KD2rAAEUiG4/TtdQ05QBkFI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Y-zNj6oW0ao/s320/391153_2607292618050_1126971845_32925242_1235908760_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681098324602622034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me sharing God's word. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I spoke this message during my 18th birthday :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Taste.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-       A brief experience of something, conveying its basic character [noun]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-       &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Perceive or experience the flavor of [verb]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-       Together with, along with, with,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;as well as, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;in addition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to, etc., [conjunction]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;See.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-       Latin word, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sequi ‘follow.’&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-       Perceive with eyes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-       Discern.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-       &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Meet&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“&lt;em&gt;TASTE AND SEE THAT THE LORD IS GOOD.&lt;/em&gt;”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This verse invites us not only to taste, not only to see, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; -- to taste and to see that the LORD is GOOD.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It might be that you’re going crazy with what’s happening in your life right now, you can’t even see God’s care and love.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It  might be that things are too complicated to understand that you just  leave it the way it is right now and ignore it like nothing’s happening.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It  might be that everything in your life’s wrong and nothings right  anymore, that everything’s broken and it’s impossible to even fix the  situation.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It might be that you’re losing it all, or it  might be that the faith you have in God is gone now and that everything  doesn’t make sense anymore.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It might be that you think everyone’s condemning you, that no one understands your pain, or no one recognizes your worth.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is where the verse comes in. “TASTE and SEE that the Lord is GOOD!”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;GOD  cares about you. GOD sees what you’re going through. GOD hears the  cries in your heart, even the deepest aches. GOD heals. Why? Simply  because GOD is GOOD. You won’t be able to experience His goodness if you  shut the door of your heart close to Him. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It clearly  says, “TASTE.” This word is not only a noun, but a VERB. Try God. Try  Jesus. Try to open up your heart to Him. Accept Him in your life. Accept  Jesus. He offers EVERLASTING LIFE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No, God did not  promise that life with Him is easy. BUT He did promise that His grace is  sufficient for each and every weaknesses that we have. He is the SOURCE  of everything you need. Life’s hard? Smile! GOD IS GOOD. See it for  yourself. Want to experience His goodness? Just take a step of faith,  let go of all the lies of the enemy, because GOD is GOOD. God is great.  He is faithful.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You’re asking me, “How can I even experience that kind of goodness when I’m not even worth His love and His attention?”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No.  That’s a lie. We keep on trying to do all good things, everything else  that we can just to EARN GOD’S LOVE… but that’s not how it’s supposed to  be.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We don’t need to earn His love because His love is FOR FREE. Whether you like it or not, God loves you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You ask me why?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Because He is GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108745342261369480-6051542555242071902?l=our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/feeds/6051542555242071902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/2011/12/taste-and-see-psalm-348.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108745342261369480/posts/default/6051542555242071902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108745342261369480/posts/default/6051542555242071902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/2011/12/taste-and-see-psalm-348.html' title='Taste and see. - Psalm 34:8'/><author><name>lady gee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15695830612168802105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Y5ivKzqedM/TtdQ1jWvgwI/AAAAAAAAABM/-p06yEHmHWU/s72-c/gee1' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108745342261369480.post-2693019644388377820</id><published>2011-11-07T06:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T06:57:05.282-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am too overwhelmed.</title><content type='html'>God doesn't call the qualified. He qualifies the called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/TVeZRCIQzcI" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is great. Amazing. Beautiful. We are just under His feet, created to praise Him. My heart is overflowing with praises right now. Just thinking about how he lifted me up from my trials... God's been so wonderful. Nothing compares to Jesus. Nothing in this world. Nothing will ever satisfy us but Him. Even if we seek other things to cover up the void, nothing will ever fill the place that's been set apart for Him in our hearts. It amazes me just to think about how the stars at night unite together and give Him worship. It amazes my heart how the wind could give praise to God. It amazes my heart when the whole universe and the whole creation of God could bring Him glory. My heart is sinking in praises right now. Even though I am not worthy of His love, He is always worthy to be praised. Jesus, I love you. God, be praised. Holy Spirit, thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108745342261369480-2693019644388377820?l=our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/feeds/2693019644388377820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-am-too-overwhelmed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108745342261369480/posts/default/2693019644388377820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108745342261369480/posts/default/2693019644388377820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-am-too-overwhelmed.html' title='I am too overwhelmed.'/><author><name>lady gee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15695830612168802105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/TVeZRCIQzcI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108745342261369480.post-5366159781938989937</id><published>2011-10-28T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T10:56:46.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great Comeback</title><content type='html'>No matter what our circumstances are, God always has his beautiful extraordinary ways in which he could work in and through us just to reveal his glory through our lives. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What I have learned these few months of being on hiatus, is that no matter how much you try to protect your fire it will eventually die out if you're doing it without God's help&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The love we have for Christ should be so hidden in our hearts so that the enemy won't steal it away from us because once its stolen, you're lured. Due to the busy schedule I had last semester, my time for God was put into compromise. Even my very own faith. Yes. I had struggles. Tormenting ones. Did some stupid things I've never done before. But God... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is higher than everything else.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, God is just so faithful... because no matter how much we try to be independent and enjoy our freedom independently, God still sees us as his very own. Independence is dangerous - as quoted from The Shack. I have been there, done that, did it my own way. Things happened, and then before I knew it, everything was out of control. God struck me deep down in my heart one day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"You don't have to take control of things because it's my job.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a soft, sweet, rebuke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, we try to delve into other things because we know God's always there and because we know He won't ever leave us nor forsake us that's why we keep on hurting him. And by thinking of this right now, I just realized what a fool I have been these days. I shouldn't abuse His grace. Same goes for everyone of us. God is gentle... but who says we should take advantage of that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterall, He's still the God cuts off every branch that bears no fruit. I have learned too, that I should always keep my eyes fixed on Him. I have been swayed, looked at people, got disappointed of how things turned... then it just hit me, I wasn't looking at God, I wasn't fixing my eyes on Him anymore. Sometimes, things like this happen to Christians. Most of the time, it happens all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tend to judge others, condemn them just because, we talk bad things about them... and then what? What happens next? The enemy rejoices because the relationship has been destroyed? That's the importance of why we should always look up to God. Indeed, He is the author and the finisher of our faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to put our trust in God. Same goes for me. However, I know I'll be more than okay. God is always God. No matter how hard trials are, God is still to be praised. I am a sinner, but He saved me. I am a sinner, that's why He came. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He came to cure the sin in me&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Same goes for everyone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108745342261369480-5366159781938989937?l=our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/feeds/5366159781938989937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/2011/10/great-comeback.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108745342261369480/posts/default/5366159781938989937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108745342261369480/posts/default/5366159781938989937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/2011/10/great-comeback.html' title='The Great Comeback'/><author><name>lady gee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15695830612168802105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108745342261369480.post-2786287381211077352</id><published>2011-08-15T00:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T00:54:38.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The love of many will grow cold.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the last days, the world will become so evil that it will find ways to lure you in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been trying to stand my ground in the last few months and I've been really scared about a lot of things especially about compromising your principles. I am surrounded by different influences in the field that I have chosen : both bad and good company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, it's really hard to stand out when you're supposed to blend in. But then God reminds me that I should keep my feet planted on the ground and not be shaken. I admit, it's been really hard on my side. The pressure, the time management, the sudden change of environment. Yet I have really proven that God is still amazing since he provided me with people whom I can really have "Christian talks" with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, while I was spending time with Jesus, I told him how much I really need his help. I was like, "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lord... I really want to talk to you but I can't put it into words and I don't know what to say... Everyday is a war... Help me not to lose the battle... I'm scared.&lt;/span&gt;" That's how the conversation went, and then he led me to Hebrews 10. My Bible is in NIV version, and the title of the chapter was "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Call To Persevere&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew God was talking to me that time... asking me to persevere despite other influences around me. I felt like he was telling me that he's sending me to the world, to be a positive influence to those who are trying to give me negative forces. I felt like it's time for me to get out and really apply what I've learned from church. Maybe this is it. I am taking this as a test of perseverance. It's time to go out and stand my ground. All I'm asking for is his help and protection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's time to face the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108745342261369480-2786287381211077352?l=our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/feeds/2786287381211077352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/2011/08/love-of-many-will-grow-cold.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108745342261369480/posts/default/2786287381211077352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108745342261369480/posts/default/2786287381211077352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/2011/08/love-of-many-will-grow-cold.html' title='The love of many will grow cold.'/><author><name>lady gee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15695830612168802105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108745342261369480.post-8733915118993817160</id><published>2011-04-22T08:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T08:52:36.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Unfathomable love of a Savior</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;In a culture that is pushing everyone to compete against one another, in a world that screams for justice, in a universe that is too crowded, in a room that is really suffocating, in the streets where people are dying and are begging for mercy -- &lt;strong&gt;you can see what it truly lacks. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You can see the emptiness; the halo hearts; the desperate silent stares from empty people you meet on streets; those eyes that had just gotten dried up right after crying... You see what the world lacks now? Let me elaborate it further; putting it into more vivid, clearer &amp;amp; imaginable details.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You just had the world's greatest heartache yet you don't know where to run to, you fall and trip on your knees but no one's lending you a hand in the crowd. You go to school unnoticed even with the effort&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;you make. You try to keep a title for people to love you but in the end you got tangled up in a mask of pretension.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You got kicked out from your home, you drank up 'til you passed out, you went to a bar; went out with friends, you smoked weed, you still found yourself -- empty. Empty with nothing inside but a huge deafening silence.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now do you know what you lack? &lt;strong&gt;The Savior's love.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You say you're unlovable? Think again, the Lord loves you just the way you are. He fashioned you, he took care of you in your mother's womb, he loves you so very much!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You say no one understands you? Think again, the Lord knows what you're about to say even before you utter it. He knows everything we have in mind, he reads our minds!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You say you're tired and can't stand your life anymore? Think about the sacrifice Jesus did at the Cross. He was beaten, bruised, he was mistreated! It's nothing compared to the trials we face!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You say you want to die? Think about the nail-pierced hands of the loving Savior who gave His life for you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He died in order for us to live, now you just want to take away your life because you want to escape? He died for you! He pained himself with those nails for you!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You say you're alone? Think about the presence of God that follows you wherever. Jesus is omnipresent! Even though we can't see him, he's always with us. We should never doubt that because we won't experience his company unless we believe that he is with us!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You say you're empty? Think about the love that Jesus has for you. Jesus had purposely created empty hearts so he can fill them with his power, with his love, with his grace, with his presence. We are being emptied to be filled again, over and over again!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The love of this Savior is so deep that once you experience it you don't want to ever let go again. The love of this Savior is above everything else in this world. The love of this Savior who died for you is something that money can never buy, it's not something that can be taken away from you, and bear in mind that nothing will ever separate you from His love except sin. The love of this Savior is enough to break barriers of sins. The love of this Savior is enough to break prison bars. The love of this Savior is enough to set the captives free. The love of this Savior is enough to change our moods, the way we think, and even our lives. The love of this Savior is enough to break hearts of stone. The love of this Savior is enough to penetrate in this dark and lonely and empty world. See the sad glances of people you pass by at times? The love of this Savior can transform those glances into something better.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The love of this Savior is for free. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jesus will never give up on us. Jesus will love us even though we feel like we're the ugliest person in the world. Jesus will love us even though we're growing pimples that makes us feel like we're losing confidence. Jesus will love us in our worst moments, in the times when we feel like letting go, in the times when we think that everything's unfair. Jesus will always love us despite the flaws we have. Jesus will never let go of our hands.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When he holds onto us, His grip is secure, not too tight but tight enough to protect us from falling and hurting ourselves. Jesus offers a love that is unconditional. He was thinking about us when he was hanging on the Cross. He wasn't thinking about himself. He was thinking about our lives. &lt;strong&gt;He wanted our hearts to be His. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;His heart beats for us.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The love that He offers is true, real, it never expires, never runs out, it never fails, never ceases,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;it has no conditions. He will love us whether we're fat, chubby, skinny, anorexic. He will love us even if we have illnesses. He will love us even though we're not popular, even when we're outcasts, even when we think we're so invisible. He will love us even if our friends would betray us, even if our parents forsake us, even though we lose all hope in the world. Jesus had always thought that we are precious, that we are priceless, that we are really beautiful. He always looks at us with love in His eyes, with huge admiration, He delights in our lives. &lt;em&gt;He wants our hearts&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jesus loves you&lt;/strong&gt;. His love is nothing compared to the love that people would give us. Why?Because this &lt;span class=" fbUnderline"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; that He gives...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...is unfathomable.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...is unchanging.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...is never ending.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...is &lt;strong&gt;everlasting&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let us not neglect the love of Jesus but let's accept it and allow it to make a revolution in our hearts. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108745342261369480-8733915118993817160?l=our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/feeds/8733915118993817160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/2011/04/unfathomable-love-of-savior.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108745342261369480/posts/default/8733915118993817160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108745342261369480/posts/default/8733915118993817160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/2011/04/unfathomable-love-of-savior.html' title='The Unfathomable love of a Savior'/><author><name>lady gee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15695830612168802105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108745342261369480.post-8068758361974810396</id><published>2011-04-21T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T08:01:49.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Integrity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last night I was seated on my desk, trying to focus myself on the Macbook that was opened right in front of me as my heart did a back flip. God was leading me to write something for the one that He has prepared for me. It started with these words,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;style&gt;@font-face {   font-family: "Cambria"; }@font-face {   font-family: "Zapfino"; }p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }div.Section1 { page: Section1; }&lt;/style&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Zapfino;"&gt;“To the man I’m gonna marry”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Zapfino;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Let me tell you a sad story. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It wasn't really a thought-catcher since the first line was really heart breaking. It wasn't something so good to be feasted upon. It was literally a letter from a heart that was being honest. It was a letter made not with sugarcoated words but with truths that can either hurt him and even break him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our culture today, we tend to use fake masks just to please other people. We tend to show more of our strengths than our weaknesses. We even try to lie about some facts in our lives just to get people to like us... but with honesty and integrity comes great peace and favor that comes from our Lord Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Integrity doesn't only apply in romantic relationships. Integrity applies in all aspects of our lives. It's better to make friends with no one than to be everyone's friend. Why? You're only creating an imagination of yourself. They believe in something that is nonexistence; a product of your own pretension. We need to be honest in everything. God sees everything in our hearts. He knows us. We don't want to keep on fooling ourselves and pretend to be someone we aren't, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is so cruel today, it teaches us to make a bombastic facade just to get accepted in society. But who says we need to fit in when we were really made to stand out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, the Lord has set you apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's pray that we would pursue integrity rather than trying to fool ourselves and those around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By God's grace, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;honesty will prevail.&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/6108745342261369480-8068758361974810396?l=our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/feeds/8068758361974810396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/2011/04/integrity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108745342261369480/posts/default/8068758361974810396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108745342261369480/posts/default/8068758361974810396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/2011/04/integrity.html' title='Integrity'/><author><name>lady gee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15695830612168802105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108745342261369480.post-295865202693986313</id><published>2011-03-11T06:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T07:07:23.589-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soon it will take place.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsunamis. Floods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earthquakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wars. People rebelling against their leaders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technology. Too much poverty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brothers rising up against each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perverted generation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Absolute evil. Evil is lurking everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of the darkness, God's light will shine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I claim that, in Jesus' name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of these things are happening right now, in fact, things are getting worse by the minute. As I look at these things, I am rest assured that Jesus is coming really soon. It's time to turn back from our wicked ways, it's time to pursue God and nothing else, it's time to spread God's love, it's time we finally recognize the fact that God is God and He will always be who He is. It's time to believe in Him, it's time to renew our relationship with Him, it's time we forget about ourselves. Until it's too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Until it is too late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear readers, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the Lord is coming soon&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Soon enough before we know it He'll be here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unknown time, unknown day, unknown...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anonymous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon enough... how does that make you feel? Scared? Excited? Happy? Are you sure about where you stand right now? The ground that you're standing at right now... will it shrink or not? Is it solid Rock? Are you going to be caught up with Him on the clouds, or are you going to be left behind... for all eternity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My desire is to be with my Savior, and when He comes, I pray that He would remember me. I want to spend eternity with my Father, the One who loves me the most. I want to see the face of Jesus, to finally sit down on His feet, to finally embrace Him. I want to sing unending praises before Him, I want Him to take delight in my heart. I want this heart to beat for Him alone. I want to think about no one but Him. I want to stand before Him, with a heart that is pure, with a heart that is clean. And by God's grace, I hope He would work out this desire in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I want to be with Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to spend eternity with Him, too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's keep on pursuing Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He is life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might think this is crazy, but without Jesus...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; life is no life at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if you think you don't need Jesus, I believe that deep inside your heart, there is a longing, a questioning heart... a heart that is waiting to be found. Jesus loves you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give Him your heart now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't know what tomorrow brings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He might come anytime. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Let's be ready.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108745342261369480-295865202693986313?l=our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/feeds/295865202693986313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/2011/03/soon-it-will-take-place.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108745342261369480/posts/default/295865202693986313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108745342261369480/posts/default/295865202693986313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/2011/03/soon-it-will-take-place.html' title='Soon it will take place.'/><author><name>lady gee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15695830612168802105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108745342261369480.post-1875878356392958521</id><published>2011-01-23T19:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T19:19:29.334-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pursuing God</title><content type='html'>"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It is very tragic for people not to desire God when we are all He desires.&lt;/span&gt;" -Ptr. Rey Calusay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was listening to the sermon last night, I couldn`t help but feel God`s heart. It`s painful -- too painful -- to know that we love to ignore Him so much when all He wanted was our attention in the first place. Think about a lover being so head over heels for us; He keeps on wooing us, He wants to sweep us off or feet, but we`re so cold; so frozen to even recognize His move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tear trickled down my cheek as I continued listening to His heart -- so full of pain; of desperation to reach out to human race. Oh the wonder of God`s unconditional love is just so deep. You can never fathom it, you can never measure it. For as high as the heavens are above, so great is the measure of our Father`s love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us all spare some time for God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All He longs is for us to spend time with Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He loves you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Very very much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us pursue God; remember when we have Him, we have everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if we lose Him, we lose everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108745342261369480-1875878356392958521?l=our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/feeds/1875878356392958521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/2011/01/pursuing-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108745342261369480/posts/default/1875878356392958521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108745342261369480/posts/default/1875878356392958521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/2011/01/pursuing-god.html' title='Pursuing God'/><author><name>lady gee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15695830612168802105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108745342261369480.post-7995498571960544166</id><published>2011-01-21T08:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T08:21:47.894-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christian Novel Part Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hello, readers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to give glory to God because I`ve done writing the first part of the novel that I was talking about in my previous entries (that was a long time ago!) and I`ve been sending out MS Word copies to those who are interested. Actually, it`s only a rough draft and it will still be refined. Anyway, I still need your prayers for this novel to be published. I pray that God would use this in any means for His glory! The title of my novel is "Tales in the Kingdom of Jah" And I am really excited to talk about it more but my eyes really feel so heavy right now that I feel like I really need to sleep now. Anyway, God had been so good, I just want to praise Him for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us not give up in praying for one another! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KTFB, people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108745342261369480-7995498571960544166?l=our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/feeds/7995498571960544166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/2011/01/christian-novel-part-two.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108745342261369480/posts/default/7995498571960544166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108745342261369480/posts/default/7995498571960544166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/2011/01/christian-novel-part-two.html' title='Christian Novel Part Two'/><author><name>lady gee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15695830612168802105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108745342261369480.post-1004587662348388542</id><published>2011-01-20T18:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T19:29:38.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Humble Beginnings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hebrews 10&lt;/span&gt; says in verse 32,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember those earlier days after you had received the light, when you stood your ground in a great contest in the face of suffering. &lt;/blockquote&gt;But before that, let us rewind a little bit back to the previous chapters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hebrews 10&lt;/span&gt; says in verse 22 and 23&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22Let us draw near to God with a sincere heart in full assurance of faith, having our hearts sprinkled to cleanse to cleanse us from a guilty conscience and having our bodies washed with pure water. 23Let us hold unswervingly to the hope we profess, for he who promised is faithful.&lt;/blockquote&gt;Humble beginnings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let`s have a little recap about our very first encounter with Christ Jesus. How was yours like? I fully remember mine; it was during a camp for kids, held at our local church. I was 10. Every summer there was this kid`s camp at church, and of course, being a sunday school teacher`s daughter, I had to be there, I had to attend every summer. It didn`t feel like a torture though, to me, it was just any other ordinary camp. A routine I used to do every summer. But age 10 was different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything seemed different although everything was just like the routine I used to attend to when I was younger than 10. Well, yeah, like that. I can picture out a vivid image of the exact scenario: friends laughing, the altar being opened to the kids, and staffs were laying their hands on kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was there. I was one of the kids whom they were laying their hands on. Even up to now, when I recall that very exact day, I still feel all giddy inside and I still have goose bumps. It was just like yesterday when I tried holding back my tears in the altar. It was just like yesterday when Jesus whispered clearly in my ears that he loves me. It was just like yesterday when I gave my life to Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very humbling encounter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the day I saw the Light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It changed everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have our fresh starts, well for some who doesn`t have one yet, God is preparing you for one and eventually, soon you will be experiencing one. The world has all those substitutes to offer us and to rob off the real deal that God actually wants for us. And in those times that we entertain the false joys and false hopes that the world is offering us, we eventually need to stop, pause for awhile, and listen to the sweet voice of Jesus. How? We just need to turn down the volume of the world so we can hear what the voice of Truth is saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to look back to the day when God has found us every time we're losing it. The strength that very same experience would give us is the strength that would motivate us not to ever give up on ourselves and on God. Sometimes, when we`re so caught up in doing work for Christ, we eventually forget about how we got there. We need to remember why we`re serving God in the first place, why we gave Him our lives, why we`re moving forward towards the goal. We need to remember that very humble beginning, that love you have for Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kind of love that is so strong, so motivating -- He wants you to remember that love you first had for him that time He found you and that time that you surrendered your life to Him. The very kind of love that is so childlike, that same faith that you would fight for. But you know what would make Him more happier?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Double the love you first had for him that very same time He found you drowning in your failures and never ever subtract anything from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember your humble beginnings; without Him there`s nothing to live for.&lt;br /&gt;But He died for you so you would have Someone to live for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is our life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That Son of Man who died on the Cross. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Let us hold unswervingly to the hope we profess, for he who promised is faithful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108745342261369480-1004587662348388542?l=our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/feeds/1004587662348388542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/2011/01/humble-beginnings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108745342261369480/posts/default/1004587662348388542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108745342261369480/posts/default/1004587662348388542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/2011/01/humble-beginnings.html' title='Humble Beginnings'/><author><name>lady gee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15695830612168802105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108745342261369480.post-6912845825677311755</id><published>2011-01-04T06:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T06:46:13.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Name above all names.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You sit at the corner of your room. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The atmosphere is covered with darkness;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Almost as painful as death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You try to catch up with your breath;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...as you relentlessly fight back the pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You search for hope, but silence ate it all up;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The living monster in you was unleashed, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Until you heard a Voice that tamed it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is always like that during our darkest hours, somehow the enemy is so good in finding ways to bring us down. We always have our dark corners in our lives, where we hear screams of death wishes, suffering insecurities, rejected hopes, shattered dreams, brokenness, and that weary envelope of sin. These are painful things that always try to take off our guard; these are things we usually battle with. Strongholds. They are the big monsters, big living monsters inside us, ready to eat us up, ready to bring us down to the pit where it belongs. They silence our hopes, they inject poisonous thoughts in our minds, other names that try to deform us, but God's voice scares away these things, and needless to say, these names trembles at His wonderful, powerful, mighty voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because those strongholds are only names. Names. Nothing more but names. Names that tries to place their identities in our lives. Names that keeps on destroying our real identity in Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have a good news for you, friend. We need not be afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jesus is the Name above all names.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He forgives, He strengthens, He restores, He listens and He hears, and He heals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108745342261369480-6912845825677311755?l=our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/feeds/6912845825677311755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/2011/01/name-above-all-names.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108745342261369480/posts/default/6912845825677311755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108745342261369480/posts/default/6912845825677311755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/2011/01/name-above-all-names.html' title='Name above all names.'/><author><name>lady gee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15695830612168802105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108745342261369480.post-5942635400057309810</id><published>2010-12-23T22:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T23:11:45.952-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rise up, sleeping generation!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yesterday I went out with my mentor, Ate Hannah, and we've talked about a lot of things. We were talking about our relationship with Jesus and how things were going in our lives. One thing that I just can't stop thinking about is the love of Christ for us, His church, His people. In this world we need to know what we're believing in. We need to figure out our stand. We need to know what we're fighting for. We need to know who we are fighting for. Because when we finally know the One who we are fighting for, we are aware that we're not alone in this fight. We have Jesus. He is our armor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know friends, I have a deep desire for this generation to rise up. To reach its full potential. To think that "there must be more than this" in all situations. I want to see young people rising up for Jesus, fighting for their faith, fighting to protect the name of the Lord. I want to see young people enjoying the presence of God, faithfully serving God, and deeply in love with God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To love Christ, it's not just about being in a ministry. To love Christ, it's not just about reading the Bible. To love Christ, it's not just about following Him. To love Christ, it's about being selfless. To love Christ, it's about not worrying about whether you'll lose your life for His sake. To love Christ, it's about being willing to lay down our lives for Him. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are reading this, I pray that you would rise up for Jesus. I pray that no matter what life brings you, you'll always hold onto Jesus. I pray that you would desire to find real intimacy with Jesus. I pray that you would protect your fire and never let the enemy steal it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a church leader, a youth leader, an officer, a member of the core group, I pray for empowerment upon your life. I pray for holiness. Holiness at home, in school, at work, in church For a life that is set apart, soaked-wet in the presence of our lovely God. I pray that you would reserve your heart for Jesus and you would find contentment in Him. I pray for wisdom. Pour out your heart and energy in serving the King. Set up for things that are eternal! Never put down your guard. I pray that God would increase in your life and you would be humble. Do not be weary in doing good, because your reward is in heaven, brothers and sisters. Fan up the zeal, always be on guard. Reach more souls for Jesus, and never listen to the lies of the enemy! Rise up! Rise up for Jesus! Shine for Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a worship leader, a member of the worship team, a back up singer, an instrumentalist, a musician, keep on reading the book of Psalms! Devote your heart to God. Sing for Jesus, play for Him! Offer your talents for Him and only Him! Consecrate it before the Lord. I pray that you would never give up, that God would empower you. Continue to put on the full armor of God. I pray for God's confidence to be upon you. Know that each time you sing, the Lord is looking at you; that each time you play the instrument, He is listening! I just pray that God would work in you mightily. I pray that He would expand your territories. You are the front liners. Bring music to Jesus! Always protect your heart and stay away from anything that can kill your fire. Be humble, be holy, He has already set you apart. Rise up! Rise up, sleeping musicians! You were made to do more, more for Him, more for Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a reader of this blog, I pray that God would work in your heart through this blog. If you don't know who Jesus is and would like to accept Him in your heart, you may pray this simple prayer and invite Jesus to take over your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not know who you are right now but I want to know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;I want to accept you in my life and see you work in me.&lt;br /&gt;I may not understand these things right now, but I trust you with my life.&lt;br /&gt;Help me to work out my relationship with you from this point on.&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know how to make this work, but I believe in your power.&lt;br /&gt;I know this is only the start, but I continue to trust in you.&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry, Jesus for my sins. Take my sins away and give me a new heart.&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I thank you for calling me your own.&lt;br /&gt;I accept you in my life. Come and take your place, Lord.&lt;br /&gt;Bring changes into my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Lord, for listening to my prayer.&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk more in the days to come.&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;If you prayed that simple prayer, please inform me @ abby_jade24@yahoo.com so I can continue to pray for you. Or if you know any Christian friends, talk to them about this so they may help you. If you still don't have any church to attend to, I suggest you find one and get involved! Yep, God has called you to rise up and serve Him! You have to work for your own fire, keep reading and studying God's word, worship Him with songs, and get involved with your church's youth group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna know something? I praise the Lord for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear sister/brother, once you've invited Jesus in your life, it's not going to be always easy as you've always imagined but when you have Jesus, you have everything! You have the strength to overcome insecurities, you have God's grace! You have the power over sin, and you have Jesus! Salvation, my friend, is not an overnight work. It is a process that continues 'til your last breath. So, work it out, with Jesus. And never give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108745342261369480-5942635400057309810?l=our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/feeds/5942635400057309810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/2010/12/rise-up-sleeping-generation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108745342261369480/posts/default/5942635400057309810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108745342261369480/posts/default/5942635400057309810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/2010/12/rise-up-sleeping-generation.html' title='Rise up, sleeping generation!'/><author><name>lady gee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15695830612168802105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108745342261369480.post-3023889077776795882</id><published>2010-12-06T17:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T18:00:02.897-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guard your heart. (For the girls)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;FOR THE GIRLS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this modern day lust-cultured world, we have to stay guarded to keep our hearts unshaken. Many rush in to the concept of boy to girl relationships and later have their hearts broken, shattered, and dirty. We must know the importance of guarding our hearts, although we don't have what it takes to guard it with our own strength, God's grace is available to all of our weaknesses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying that I'm against boy to girl relationships, It's just that"everything is permissible but not everything is beneficial". &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm not a part of the NBSB  clan (No boyfriend since birth), anymore because I've been there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've suffered my share of heartaches, too. There were nights when I've cried myself to sleep because of the painful memories that kept on haunting me. Somehow, somewhere, deep in my heart I wish I could've just preserved my heart without giving some of its pieces away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;No wonder why the Lord commanded us to guard our hearts! He ordained a perfect and a precious time for everything, (refer to the Book of Ecclesiastes), "there's a time to love". He said this because He knew that once we give our hearts away, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we give a part of ourselves away, too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We must first seek intimacy with our Lord, with the one who created Love, in order for us to love someone in its purest form. Take note, we can only enjoy love when it's in its purest form. We can only enjoy real romance if we entrust our "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love life&lt;/span&gt;" to the author of Love. Yes, GOD is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;concerned&lt;/span&gt; about your love life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop seeking for love in the wrong places because it won't do you any good. You might say that this is some sort of the "mother-talk" where your mom goes on telling you about stuffs until you finally cover your ears. It is God's desire for all of us to experience &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;true, unconditional, pure love&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His condition? "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Seek first His kingdom and all these things will be added unto you&lt;/span&gt;" -Matthew 6:33 and "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Delight yourself in the Lord and He will give you the desires of your heart&lt;/span&gt;"- Psalm 37:4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Girls&lt;/span&gt;, don't settle for guys who are only "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pa-cute&lt;/span&gt;" or "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pa-muscle&lt;/span&gt;". Guard your hearts until God has finally revealed the "one" He has created for you. You don't need to search for that person, because God will give you the eyes to see him when he knows you're ready for it. Always remember that God has plans to prosper you and not to ever harm you. Settle for Christ-likeness in a man. Settle for high standards. Someone who is godly, who possesses real Christianity. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Someone who wouldn't tempt you to compromise your purity, someone who would protect your purity and cherish it like a precious pearl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be disappointed, because that knight-in-shinning-armor is just out there, somewhere-- and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;God's preparing him for you&lt;/span&gt; too just as He's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;preparing you for him&lt;/span&gt;. Don't listen to the standards of this world, the world might say, "f&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all in love, hook up with anyone, join speed datings, date until you find the one, etc,.&lt;/span&gt;" God says, if you wait upon Him you will not faint, you will not be weary. Just wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like a rose blossoms in its proper time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...so does true love blossom in its own, God-given time.&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/6108745342261369480-3023889077776795882?l=our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/feeds/3023889077776795882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/2010/12/guard-your-heart-for-girls.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108745342261369480/posts/default/3023889077776795882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108745342261369480/posts/default/3023889077776795882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/2010/12/guard-your-heart-for-girls.html' title='Guard your heart. (For the girls)'/><author><name>lady gee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15695830612168802105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108745342261369480.post-8035193446279497356</id><published>2010-11-23T06:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T06:27:29.652-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Captivated</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vb9fuQW060Q?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vb9fuQW060Q?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I created this song last summer, i think? And then I named it "Captivated" because I felt so captivated by the love of Christ that night. It was around 2:00am, I think? I finished at what? 3:30am? I was actually lying down on my bed, meditating about His goodness about His love and everything and then I jumped out of my bed (like, literally) and then I looked for a pen and a paper. I started writing out the lyrics of this song and then I started doing the accompaniment. I was inspired by the Holy Spirit again, to create such song like this. I praise the Lord because He's just so amazing. His love is so deep, unfathomable, incomparable, amazing. Just purely amazing. Each time I think about His love, I would fall in love with Him over and over again. His love just compels me to sing, to keep on singing, to keep on creating songs for Him. His love is the only reason why I keep on singing for Him. He told me one time during an altar call, I was so filled with His presence and He sweetly whispered in my ear:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My child, I delight in your voice. Keep on singing for me. It makes me happy." &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone hears that from a Savior, one would have no second thoughts about it! It makes Him happy, so I do it for Him because if it makes Him happy, it makes me the happiest person in the world. The Joy of my master is my strength. That exceeding joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's something that I would never give up it will be my voice and my heart. I don't ever want to stop singing because it's the one thing that I can offer to Him. I don't want to stop singing because it's something that I'm living for. And by singing, I meant 'singing for Jesus'. You see, every time I sing, sparks are flying inside my heart like that one you get when you are in love. But in my case, sparks fly because of His love for me. It makes my heart rejoice. It enables me to sing even more for Him. Jesus, He's just so beautiful. My voice is not even enough. Even my life. Even my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One time I was trying to meditate and it brought me to tears by pondering this thought:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I lost my voice, God? &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried when I thought about it. I cried not because I will no longer have the voice. I cried because I will no longer have the voice to sing for Him who delights in my singing. But then He comforted me with this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if you have no voice, I will still listen to the song that's in your heart. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I praise Him because He looks inside our hearts. I praise Him because what matters most is inside us. I just hope that this entry would encourage all the worship leaders out there, those who are singing for the Lord and to all the readers that are viewing this. I hope that you would continue to sing for His cause and that you would never stop singing for Him. As the book of Psalms says,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Put a new song in my mouth, Lord"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope God would put a new song in our mouths today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only in our mouths, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;but in our hearts as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108745342261369480-8035193446279497356?l=our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/feeds/8035193446279497356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/2010/11/captivated.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108745342261369480/posts/default/8035193446279497356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108745342261369480/posts/default/8035193446279497356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/2010/11/captivated.html' title='Captivated'/><author><name>lady gee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15695830612168802105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108745342261369480.post-8077498904401685296</id><published>2010-11-23T06:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T06:11:33.188-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My love letter to JC.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jesus,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Right now I am in awe. In awe because of your wonderful love. In awe because I am still alive--breathing. In awe because you're really amazing, and because of that, because of your love, I am drawn to your character. My heart is currently bursting with praises, thanksgiving and joy because you are always with me. Your presence overwhelms my heart, Lord, your love humbles my heart. Who in the world would love someone like me? I am nothing, but you looked at me with love. Your eyes are always filled with compassion and love and it melts my heart and it results to praise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, the reason why I keep on singing is simply because I want to you to hear my voice. I believe that every time you hear my voice, it makes you happy. Lord, I hope you continue to find delight in my voice. If one day, just what if...what if I lose my voice? Would you still hear the song in my heart, Lord? I hope that you would continue to preserve my voice, because singing for you makes me the happiest person on earth. Singing for you is what I'm living for. Because Lord, you are my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without you, I have no life. Jesus, I sincerely want to say that I love you and I am drowning in your everlasting love. I am amazed because your love has no end. No one would ever love me like that just you, Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one would ever treat me like a princess, only you. No one would make me smile the way you do. No one would ever know how to comfort me the way you do. No one knows my likes and dislikes just the way you do. No one would ever keep his promises the way you do, because Jesus you are true to your words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the perfect example of a man of his own word. Jesus, you are perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You complete me. You heal me. You make me glad. Lord, I want to be with you every now and then. I want you to keep on holding me. I want you to keep on listening to my heart that beats for you. You are the beat of this heart. Without your resurrection, this heart would be dead by now. Jesus, ah, I am really in awe. By just knowing some of your sides, I really admire it. Your character Jesus is priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing and no one has the same character as you are. Perfection. Without blemish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, you are the perfect description of beautiful. You are just amazing. Lord, thank you for your heart. Thank you because you always love me. Thank you for everything. Thank you for allowing me to experience earth. Jesus, oh, Jesus. You are the sweetest person that I've ever known. You simply know how to sweep me off my feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You simply know how to make me kilig. Oh, Jesus. You are the best friend that I've ever had. I always want you by my side. I love to be with you and I just enjoy your presence, Jesus. There's no place like home -- my home is in your presence. I love you, I love you, I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108745342261369480-8077498904401685296?l=our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/feeds/8077498904401685296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-love-letter-to-jc.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108745342261369480/posts/default/8077498904401685296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108745342261369480/posts/default/8077498904401685296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-love-letter-to-jc.html' title='My love letter to JC.'/><author><name>lady gee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15695830612168802105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108745342261369480.post-10266231655649055</id><published>2010-10-08T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T09:12:50.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Colossians</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Today was quite a day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A lot happened. But God gave a wonderful end to my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He reminded me that I had to do everything for His glory. In the same way, it applies to you, too. We need to do everything for His glory. The moment we received Him in our lives, we are given a new name. And that is the name of Christ. In all that we do, His glory will be infected -- just because of us. We need to be careful in carrying His name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I learned today was about truths. But it spoke to me, in a very extraordinary way, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God simply wants me to worship Him in truth.&lt;/blockquote&gt; And that truth are those truths that He has revealed to me. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;His character. His goodness. His greatness. His worth.&lt;/span&gt; We must worship God not because we were told to worship Him, we worship God because we've seen how good He is, how faithful He is, how wonderful He is, how awesome He is, and how worthy He is. And because of these truths, we are motivated to thank Him -- the result is worship. These truths are our experiences. These truths are the things we hold on to. These truths are about Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why the Bible says that the Truth sets us free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we worship God in truth, we are being set free. We are declaring His truths and we are declaring it in truth. We declare and proclaim it because it's the truth -- and we've seen it come true in our lives -- we've seen how these truths were being done by God in us. We sing because of these truths. We play the instruments because of these truths. We live by these truths &lt;blockquote&gt;because in John 14:6 it was stated that "Jesus is the way, the TRUTH, and the life."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only way to enter the presence of God is through Jesus. The only way to worship God is through this Truth. The only way to get through this truth is to find the Way to this truth. And we don't need to worry how to find it, &lt;blockquote&gt;because it has also been stated in Psalms 139:7 "Where can I flee from Your presence? Where can I go from Your Spirit?" He is everywhere. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Way. Truth. Life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Worship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Worth-ship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the purpose of our existence and other than that, there's no other shortcut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only through Jesus. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Because worship is for God and God alone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You Lord for Your word today. &lt;/blockquote&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/6108745342261369480-10266231655649055?l=our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/feeds/10266231655649055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/2010/10/colossians.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108745342261369480/posts/default/10266231655649055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108745342261369480/posts/default/10266231655649055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/2010/10/colossians.html' title='Colossians'/><author><name>lady gee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15695830612168802105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108745342261369480.post-6923318622194384386</id><published>2010-10-07T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T06:39:34.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PASS WORD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Finally. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long time since I've stopped updating this site. To all the readers, I'm really sorry. I forgot the password of this account. But earlier, I suddenly remembered it. I believe it was God's way of speaking to me. I believe He strongly wants me to update this site again. Indeed I've proven that God is faithful to finish the work He has begun. And this site, is His.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, hello to everybody, welcome "Battle Cry" as it starts its new start again. :) Just like God allows second chances, this might be another opportunity He's opened for me to keep on persevering with this online ministry that I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that God would continue to use the words that will be written here as an encouragement to all the readers. I pray for the broken to be healed, remember God does not despise a broken and a contrite heart. I pray for the troubled to have peace of mind, God offers us peace that transcends all understandings. I pray for those who grieve to find comfort in the loving arms of the Holy Spirit, He was sent to be our comforter. I pray for those who are lost to seek God, remember God came to seek what was lost. I pray for those who are confused to gain wisdom, remember that God is the source of wisdom. And most of all, I pray that through this blog, you will hear God's voice speaking to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as God wants me to never give up on this blog, be still and know that He is never giving up on you. He loves you just as you are. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And again, open the curtains for this year's another start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's never too late to start a new year. *wink&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/6108745342261369480-6923318622194384386?l=our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/feeds/6923318622194384386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/2010/10/pass-word.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108745342261369480/posts/default/6923318622194384386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108745342261369480/posts/default/6923318622194384386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/2010/10/pass-word.html' title='PASS WORD'/><author><name>lady gee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15695830612168802105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108745342261369480.post-6309075379090583415</id><published>2009-11-28T05:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T05:58:37.174-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting.</title><content type='html'>&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;God has a perfect time for everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, waiting requires a whole lot of endurance, a lot of sugar-coated patience, a lot of confidence in the Lord and a lot of strength and wisdom from God--but in the end, everything's worth the while. I've been in a situation once wherein I rushed things and in the end, I suffered my own consequences. But God's grace was sufficient that it became my pillar. God's favor was so astounding. It moved every heartaches away and it even patched my broken heart. Literally speaking, for me, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;there's no such thing as a broken heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I mean is, a man who has a broken heart can actually mean that he's already non-living. But when we turn into figurative languages, it means that you've been hurt. You gave your heart yet in return it was only shattered, scattered, and battered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The contrary is not amazing. The timing isn't right, so in the end you'll reap what you sow. You came in a little too early so you'll end up with a broken heart sooner or later too. If only we just know how to control our emotions and wait upon the Lord, therefore we will be protected against infective heartaches. If we only guard our hearts, if we only have the capacity to control our feelings, then we'll be able to wait perfectly--NOT. We cannot guard our hearts, nor can we protect it from pain. Pain is inevitable and sacrifice is an option. But obedience is better than sacrifice, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep in mind that the God who gave you the ability to love can guard your heart and your mind in Christ Jesus. The God who gave you that feelings has the ability to control it.  God would give you the ability to wait--the strength to press on. It's awesome to enjoy the gift of singleness that God has given us. We don't need to rush into relationships. There's a time for everything, quoting from the Book of Ecclesiastes. We don't need to look for that person or dig every person we meet just so we would know who God's perfect mate for us is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All we need to do is just to wait upon the spectacular plans that God has in store for us. Isn't that wonderful? Our future has already been designed perfectly by God. He already has it in sequence. And we need not to worry because God has the best person ever for us. I actually realized that waiting isn't boring, indeed, it is fun because I also came up with the thought that I still wanted to be satisfied in the presence of God before I enter into a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can we give the right love for the person that God has prepared for us if we don't even have the right relationship with the Lord of love? How can we learn how to love that person in a way that would glorify God if we don't even spend our time with Him? To all the broken people out there, I encourage you, just come before the Lord and He will give you rest and He will carry your burdens for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who are waiting, I pray that God would give you all the ingredients needed in waiting. And for those who already met their God's best for them, I pray that God would continue to release His grace on you. God bless you all, and yes, I missed writing here. Sorry, it had been a while since I've been gone. But hey, there's joy in waiting for the right things to write out too. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108745342261369480-6309075379090583415?l=our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/feeds/6309075379090583415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/2009/11/waiting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108745342261369480/posts/default/6309075379090583415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108745342261369480/posts/default/6309075379090583415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/2009/11/waiting.html' title='Waiting.'/><author><name>lady gee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15695830612168802105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108745342261369480.post-7457195639278107882</id><published>2009-08-24T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T22:21:38.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We all go to the same box.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is my last post because after this, I'll really be on hiatus. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though how rich we are. Even though how poor we are. Even though how fat or thin we are. Even though how hungry or full we are; even though how happy or sad we are; even though how intellectual we are--we all end up with the same end: death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just up to us to choose where to head after death--and the choice depends on us while we are still alive and breathing. We can choose to pick to be with God and we can even choose not to be with God after life here on earth. That's why we need to work out our salvation. Our salvation is a life time process--sure we are already saved the moment we receive Jesus, but it is still up to us to work it out. It doesn't mean that we when we are friends with someone, we'll always be friends with them. No, we can't always be friends with them unless we work it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same goes with the process of salvation. Salvation doesn't happen overnight--it happens everyday. We pay the price for salvation the way God paid the price for our sins--and that price is to remain in His love plus following His commands. We need to make effort to be saved. We cannot be saved if we keep being idle; we cannot be saved by just sitting there and waiting for things to happen. With God's help, we could WORK out His salvation. While His grace is still there, we CAN still work it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So from now, we can start deciding whether we end up being with Christ, or not. &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/6108745342261369480-7457195639278107882?l=our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/feeds/7457195639278107882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/2009/08/we-all-go-to-same-box.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108745342261369480/posts/default/7457195639278107882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108745342261369480/posts/default/7457195639278107882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/2009/08/we-all-go-to-same-box.html' title='We all go to the same box.'/><author><name>lady gee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15695830612168802105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108745342261369480.post-2661963683022882286</id><published>2009-08-24T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T22:04:50.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiatus</title><content type='html'>I will be on hiatus for awhile. Why?&lt;br /&gt;[x]I need to spare some time with my school.&lt;br /&gt;[x]I need to cope up with some personal stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;[x]I need to spend more time with GOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, right now, my life is rocking me to my knees. I guess it's really time to renew my relationship with God. I mean, I need to do something to keep myself from burning out. I need to spend more time for the fire to keep burning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please keep praying for me and my blog. :) I`ll be back after some time, and I hope I`d be able to keep this blog alive. Soli Deo Gloria. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108745342261369480-2661963683022882286?l=our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/feeds/2661963683022882286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/2009/08/hiatus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108745342261369480/posts/default/2661963683022882286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108745342261369480/posts/default/2661963683022882286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/2009/08/hiatus.html' title='Hiatus'/><author><name>lady gee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15695830612168802105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108745342261369480.post-9018445598358339719</id><published>2009-08-18T05:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T05:41:04.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He is the Author of our lives.</title><content type='html'>&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h3  class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Don't put a comma when He already ordained it to be a period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;h3 style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"  class="UIIntentionalStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I got that quote from my friend, thanks to her, she knows who she is. About the quote, it really inspired me. Sometimes, we tend to modify God's instructions that is why we often fail in His tests. Does that make it sound understandable now? Take the school's exam as an illustration here. We have tests at school, and each time we do, there is always a guide given for us to follow. Now if we fail to follow such command, (which makes us zero in all parts of it)-- therefore we would fail to reach the standard score needed to pass that particular test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, all we really need to do is accept how God would want those things to be. Because His ways are perfect--they are always excellent! If we put a comma on the period He's already ordained--we might head the wrong direction and might go astray. I know, following instructions could be so hard at times, but just think of it as this way:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God had already placed a period there, so if you modify it--&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you might ruin the beautiful plan He has in store for you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108745342261369480-9018445598358339719?l=our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/feeds/9018445598358339719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/2009/08/he-is-author-of-our-lives.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108745342261369480/posts/default/9018445598358339719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108745342261369480/posts/default/9018445598358339719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/2009/08/he-is-author-of-our-lives.html' title='He is the Author of our lives.'/><author><name>lady gee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15695830612168802105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108745342261369480.post-3879074090979837044</id><published>2009-08-03T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T07:11:41.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"But this is to fulfill what is written in their law...-John 15:25"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"But this is to fulfill what is written in their law: they hated Me without reason."&lt;/span&gt; -John 15:25, NIV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, we were asked by our Bible teacher to memorize the 27 verses of John 15. And you know what, I am very thankful because through this verse, I`ve gained a lot of insights, I`ve gained discipline, I`ve gained more endurance, I`ve gained patience, I`ve gained a lot of learnings--and I praise God for his very powerful word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was reading and memorizing, something hit me in verse 25. "They hated Me without reason". I didn`t know what I should feel the moment I read that line. I cried. That`s very true. The world hated God without reason--our God is so blameless to be even blamed by the world. It saddens my heart but this is a fact--because it was even Christ himself who said this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything in John 15 made sense. If we remain in God, we will prosper--apart from His grace, apart from His love--we are nothing. We are just under His favor--and unless we remain in Him, we can do nothing. There are actually times when we blame God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These times are counted as moments of hurts, sadness, despair--and anguish. Shame on us that we put the blame on God and not to ourselves! Shame on us that we hate Him after He carried the cross and buried our sins! Shame on us for not recognizing Christ's own humility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God because we no longer carry that shame--&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;because He has already cleansed us with His blood that was poured out on Redemption's Hill--thank God for the salvation He gave us even after we hated Him. &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/6108745342261369480-3879074090979837044?l=our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/feeds/3879074090979837044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/2009/08/but-this-is-to-fulfill-what-is-written.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108745342261369480/posts/default/3879074090979837044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108745342261369480/posts/default/3879074090979837044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/2009/08/but-this-is-to-fulfill-what-is-written.html' title='&quot;But this is to fulfill what is written in their law...-John 15:25&quot;'/><author><name>lady gee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15695830612168802105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108745342261369480.post-7213697102667849919</id><published>2009-07-31T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T07:04:44.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christian Novel.</title><content type='html'>Hi guys. I`m currently making a Christian Novel, and I just hope I would have the chance to have it published. I just wanted to ask for your prayers, because I know I cannot do this without God and that there`s no substitute for prayer. Please pray for me and this blog and the Novel I`m working on! Soli Deo Gloria. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108745342261369480-7213697102667849919?l=our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/feeds/7213697102667849919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/2009/07/christian-novel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108745342261369480/posts/default/7213697102667849919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108745342261369480/posts/default/7213697102667849919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/2009/07/christian-novel.html' title='Christian Novel.'/><author><name>lady gee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15695830612168802105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108745342261369480.post-5988802883166000182</id><published>2009-07-26T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T07:04:15.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pouring beer all over God's body?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't know about you but I really am against drinking beer or any fermented/alcoholic drinks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've heard a lot of reasons from Christian teens like, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;drinking is not a sin&lt;/span&gt;, etc. I really don't know, but the question is, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;would it glorify God?&lt;/span&gt; E&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;verything is permissible but not everything's beneficial&lt;/span&gt;. Especially in this case.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; There are persons out there looking up at you, especially for youth leaders who actually engage in one shot drinking sessions. &lt;/span&gt;The question I would like to shot at you is simple yet very provoking in its own way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, drinking can cure several pains like, menstrual pain and stuffs, but aside from that, are you really drinking for the sake of curing the pain? Or for the sake of gratifying the lust of your hunger for alcohol? Or for the sake of fulfilling the lust of your own curiosity? Before telling me that it is not a sin, then answer this. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Would it cause anyone to stumble? Would it lift up God's name? Is it holy? Would God be happy if he sees you drinking? Would you be proud of doing it before God?&lt;/span&gt; I mean, hey that's beer. It's just like simply praying the line, "God be with me" with an addition of, "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hey God, watch me drink beer&lt;/span&gt;." or "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lord, let's drink beer together&lt;/span&gt;." or "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lord, join me&lt;/span&gt;." Let us not forget that God is always with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Who says drinking is a sin?&lt;/span&gt; -this a question I would always hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if you ask today's generation, most probably the answer would be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'nobody'&lt;/span&gt;. To anyone's eye, a little shot is not a sin, drinking a little could not be a sin, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but since it doesn't bring any glory to God, why even drink even just a little?&lt;/span&gt; If there should be a difference maker, that would be us Christians (I am guilty of this) but I write for God's glory. What difference does it make when a believer does the things that the non-believers does? Nothing. It defeats the purpose of the light that God has given to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my personal answer to the same question found above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sure, to you drinking may not be a sin, but prove to me that no one would stumble if ever you do it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would just love to quote this line and I encourage you to reflect on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't know about them but I feel that each time people would drink, especially Christians, it just appears contrary to the fact that they're pouring beer all over God's body.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108745342261369480-5988802883166000182?l=our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/feeds/5988802883166000182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/2009/07/pouring-beer-all-over-gods-body.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108745342261369480/posts/default/5988802883166000182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108745342261369480/posts/default/5988802883166000182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/2009/07/pouring-beer-all-over-gods-body.html' title='Pouring beer all over God&apos;s body?'/><author><name>lady gee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15695830612168802105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108745342261369480.post-4361930821064833573</id><published>2009-07-22T05:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T05:14:20.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Choose your choice.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Life is a choice, and everything in it is a choice. &lt;/span&gt;Each time we wake up in the morning is a choice. Going to school is a choice. Brushing our teeth, taking a bath, studying, listening,b&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;la bla bla bla&lt;/span&gt;--&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;all of the random things we do would sum up to a choice&lt;/span&gt;. Well maybe &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we cannot really regret something we did because in the first place&lt;/span&gt;, we've already chosen to do it. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But why are there still regrets when we've already made that choice, right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that's where &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'the wrong choice'&lt;/span&gt; and its best friend, '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;regret&lt;/span&gt;' enters in. Sometimes, we just let ourselves indulge into something without ever having second thoughts about it. Sometimes we appear too determined about our choice but then in the end we suffer our consequences. Other than that, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we also try to defend our choice even though we already know that it's not right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we really consequence-prone-people because mistakes always attracts us with its magnetic force?! Here's a question I would like to throw into your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If time machines were real, would you like to undo some things you did that you think weren't right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would ask me, I wish I could undo things I did wrong, but sadly we just can't. Human as we are, we make mistakes. Of course, we are not perfect, I am not perfect--because we have our so-called sinful nature. But you know what? I think this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'i-am-not-/we-are-not-perfect' &lt;/span&gt;line has already turned into a very overused excuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each time we sin, we reason this out--and sometimes, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;we intend to do the wrong thing because we know what exactly to reason out to God and even to the people around us.&lt;/span&gt; '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am not perfect&lt;/span&gt;', Does it sound familiar? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well, we've already used it many times and I think it's time to change that line into something new.&lt;/span&gt; Instead of using that cliche, why don't we just improve ourselves and focus more in doing things &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the right way&lt;/span&gt; rather than reasoning out a line that was just made to defend our ego?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the world will be better without this&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 'i-am-not-perfect' mentality&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Sometimes, all we just need to do is to humble ourselves and accept our own flaws. Because where humility is present, things will become better, and we could make God even more happier with our lives. Think about this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we make good choices now, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it absolutely would influence not only our lives&lt;/span&gt;, but lives of people and maybe even the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;next generation&lt;/span&gt;. Isn't that wonderful? But hey, a&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lways remember that making a good choice is also a choice&lt;/span&gt;; and before anything good happens, that good result would only start &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;right after&lt;/span&gt; making your own &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;right&lt;/span&gt; choice. Always bear in mind that it's a matter of choice--a matter of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a right choice&lt;/span&gt;. Who knows, you might be the next &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;history maker&lt;/span&gt; by only just making the right choice.  :)&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/6108745342261369480-4361930821064833573?l=our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/feeds/4361930821064833573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/2009/07/choose-your-choice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108745342261369480/posts/default/4361930821064833573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108745342261369480/posts/default/4361930821064833573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/2009/07/choose-your-choice.html' title='Choose your choice.'/><author><name>lady gee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15695830612168802105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108745342261369480.post-5578657346112160897</id><published>2009-07-12T03:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T03:34:44.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus likes you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There are times in our lives that we actually feel like no one loves us. Times that we feel like no body is for us. Times that we feel like everyone's against us--the world--even our dearest friends--and worse--even our family. And during these times, we eventually give up. We even give up on God. I`ve been through a break up before, and it felt like I was completely broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an uncontrollable temper, which isolated me from my friends and family and I thought it was the end of everything. At some point in our lives, we always tend to get hurt--but never really getting our hearts broken. Why? A HEART CAN NEVER BE BROKEN IN THE FIRST PLACE! Circumstances could fail us, but always remember--that if we fix our eyes on God alone, I guarantee you one hundred percent that He would never fail you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, this post is intended for the broken, for the empty, for the hurting--for the lost. If ever you're feeling alone, if ever you're feeling lonely, if ever you feel like giving up, stand up against the current and don`t go with the flow of your emotions. Emotions at times, can be very deceiving. Today, you would feel totally different--the next day, it would be very very very different. We really don`t get sad. We`re always happy. It`s just that, you would feel sad today because yesterday you were very happy and the next day you`ll just be happy. See the difference? Help yourself and let God pull you up when things keep sliding down on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you feel that you have no companion, cheer up. Jesus wants to be your bestfriend. If you're really hurt, if you`ve gone through a break up or if you just encountered a loss, be glad. The Holy Spirit is your Comforter. If you're really weak and fragile right now, be strong. God is your strength. If you're lost, be found. Jesus is your shepherd. If you feel unloved, be loved. Jesus is your lover. If you feel that everyone's against you, be secured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because not only that Jesus loves you, be secured and know that He also likes you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108745342261369480-5578657346112160897?l=our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/feeds/5578657346112160897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/2009/07/jesus-likes-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108745342261369480/posts/default/5578657346112160897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108745342261369480/posts/default/5578657346112160897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/2009/07/jesus-likes-you.html' title='Jesus likes you.'/><author><name>lady gee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15695830612168802105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108745342261369480.post-1586507814484664476</id><published>2009-07-07T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T07:41:31.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 1st birthday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i27.tinypic.com/15xwax2.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy 1st birthday to my blog! :) Thank you Lord. &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/6108745342261369480-1586507814484664476?l=our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/feeds/1586507814484664476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-1st-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108745342261369480/posts/default/1586507814484664476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108745342261369480/posts/default/1586507814484664476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-1st-birthday.html' title='Happy 1st birthday.'/><author><name>lady gee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15695830612168802105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i27.tinypic.com/15xwax2_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108745342261369480.post-7146059457738572179</id><published>2009-07-07T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T06:03:24.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>True Freedom is in Christ.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dzeSR0-mL9Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dzeSR0-mL9Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This video is entitled Set Me Free-by the Casting Crowns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was watching the video, I just couldn`t stop my tears from falling. The world really has its chain on us. Only God can set us free. True freedom is found in Christ. Not in alcohol, not in drugs, not in our friends or family. Not even in ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we are only humble enough to seek God. If we are only humble enough to let go of our selfish desires. Indeed, God is our freedom. Only God can set us free from the chains of the enemy. Only God has the power to conquer death itself. The wages of our sins is death but God has already conquered death. So if you're in Christ, you no longer worry about death because it has been defeated by God's resurrecting power. You have been freed from death!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're still seeking for freedom, I urge you right now, turn to Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He will unlock the chains of the devil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He will give you the freedom that you've always been praying for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108745342261369480-7146059457738572179?l=our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/feeds/7146059457738572179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/2009/07/true-freedom-is-in-christ.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108745342261369480/posts/default/7146059457738572179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108745342261369480/posts/default/7146059457738572179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/2009/07/true-freedom-is-in-christ.html' title='True Freedom is in Christ.'/><author><name>lady gee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15695830612168802105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108745342261369480.post-3185513037094555487</id><published>2009-07-01T02:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T02:58:05.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do things for God while you still can.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.shewired.com/images/contentimages2009e/Boo/BethanyHamilton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 347px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.shewired.com/images/contentimages2009e/Boo/BethanyHamilton.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See that lady surfer in the picture? She's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bethany Hamilton&lt;/span&gt;, a soul surfer. Earlier, during our Chapel Hour at School, they presented to us Bethany Hamilton's documentary which absolutely amazed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did it amaze me? Simply because she continued surfing, even after getting bitten by a tiger shark--and after that, she lost her left arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this one from Wikipedia, and this is how the incident happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;On October 31 &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2003" title="2003"&gt;2003&lt;/a&gt;, Hamilton went for a morning surf along Tunnels Beach, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kauai" title="Kauai"&gt;Kauai&lt;/a&gt; with friend Alana Blanchard, and Blanchard's father and brother. Around 7:30 a.m., she was lying sideways on her surfboard with her left arm dangling in the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Water" title="Water"&gt;water&lt;/a&gt;, when a 15ft &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tiger_shark" title="Tiger shark"&gt;tiger shark&lt;/a&gt; attacked her,&lt;sup id="cite_ref-0" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bethany_Hamilton#cite_note-0"&gt;&lt;span&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;1&lt;span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; ripping her left arm off just below the shoulder. If the shark had bitten two inches further in, the attack would have been fatal. Hamilton had lost almost 60% of her blood that morning. Her friends helped paddle her back to shore, and fashioned a tourniquet out of a surfboard leash around what was left of her arm before rushing her to Wilcox Memorial Hospital. Her dad was supposed to have a knee surgery that morning but she took his place in the operating room. She then spent six more days in recovery at the hospital.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Despite the trauma of the incident, Hamilton was determined to return to surfing. Three weeks after the incident, she returned to her board and went surfing again. Initially, she adopted a custom-made board that was longer and slightly thicker which made it easier to paddle. She has observed that she has to kick a lot more to make up for the loss of her left arm. After teaching herself to surf with one arm, she has again begun surfing competitively. She is now back to using competitive performance short-boards again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, Hamilton's story is a true story of FAITH. Even without her left arm, she continued surfing while teaching herself how to surf without her other arm. Isn't that amazing? This story had actually motivated me to keep up the FAITH I have in God--to keep serving God--to keep doing things for God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What's the difference and how does it connect to Hamilton's story?&lt;/span&gt; Let's say, I still have my arms with me, and they're still complete--but sometimes, I get burned out doing things for God, sometimes--I get tired and just wanna let go of my faith--but Hamilton, on the other hand--having only one arm left, kept pursuing and kept building up her faith without ever giving up or thinking twice if she could still surf or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It applies as well in our spiritual lives, we should pray now because we can STILL think. What if one day, we just had a sudden stroke that eventually destroyed our MIND and caused it to be paralyzed so you can't think anymore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should read the Bible while we still have the EYES to read. We should sing praises to God while we still have the VOICE to sing, the TONGUE to confess that HE IS GOD, and we should SPREAD THE GOSPEL while we still HAVE OUR FEET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it make sense to you now? God is so great, isn't He? I just thank Him for Hamilton's life, and I pray that her story would motivate us to DO THINGS FOR GOD WHILE THE PARTS OF OUR BODIES ARE STILL COMPLETE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To make it simpler, I encourage you, let's do things for God while we still can. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/6108745342261369480-3185513037094555487?l=our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/feeds/3185513037094555487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/2009/07/do-things-for-god-while-you-still-can.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108745342261369480/posts/default/3185513037094555487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108745342261369480/posts/default/3185513037094555487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/2009/07/do-things-for-god-while-you-still-can.html' title='Do things for God while you still can.'/><author><name>lady gee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15695830612168802105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108745342261369480.post-5097128941587211974</id><published>2009-06-28T04:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T04:54:42.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Provoking, simply provoking.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I admit. I've been inactive lately in church because of some conflicts in my schedule at school. I've pretty much ignored church stuffs because I was too preoccupied with school stuffs. But then I remembered--through Kuya Shuhab's letter--that I've been pretty much inactive as a part of the core group. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The letter he gave me was simply provoking. I feel ashamed and guilty not because I'm part of the core group, but because I'm starting to be an irresponsible leader. I asked sorry from Kuya Shuhab, but actually I'm still bothered. The best part about the letter was very encouraging. I know, I still have the chance to make it up to God, to the core group and to all youth members. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This second half of the year, I'll do my best. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aside from that, I've been praying to God to learn how to get used to the new youths in church. I'm asking from God the strength to love them despite our differences. Since that I'm one of their ates already--which I find very unusual. Hehe. I used to be one of them before, I also had my set of ates, but then they've grown already, haha! I mean, they have their own jobs, so... they just come to visit us from time to time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I really am missing those old times. But people grow. That's why discipleship existed. I confess, even though I am a leader, I am still under repair. And about our discipleship class, I REALLY NEED IT. Kuya Shu's right. He can't do it alone without our cooperation--that's why God placed us to be his right hand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Since I was encouraged, I'm encouraged too, to encourage you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do well in your ministries and don't take it for granted just because you're busy! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Praise God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108745342261369480-5097128941587211974?l=our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/feeds/5097128941587211974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/2009/06/provoking-simply-provoking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108745342261369480/posts/default/5097128941587211974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108745342261369480/posts/default/5097128941587211974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/2009/06/provoking-simply-provoking.html' title='Provoking, simply provoking.'/><author><name>lady gee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15695830612168802105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108745342261369480.post-3081552093567647818</id><published>2009-06-27T03:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T03:38:28.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If you won't, who will?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you wouldn't fight for your faith, who will? if you wouldn't stand up for Jesus, who will? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108745342261369480-3081552093567647818?l=our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/feeds/3081552093567647818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/2009/06/if-you-wont-who-will.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108745342261369480/posts/default/3081552093567647818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108745342261369480/posts/default/3081552093567647818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/2009/06/if-you-wont-who-will.html' title='If you won&apos;t, who will?'/><author><name>lady gee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15695830612168802105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108745342261369480.post-3282045421742845839</id><published>2009-06-24T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T22:56:58.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do Hard Things.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.geocities.com/fourcornerspost/Do_Hard_Things.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 500px;" src="http://www.geocities.com/fourcornerspost/Do_Hard_Things.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was inside National Bookstore while I bumped into a stand wherein this book called '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do Hard Things&lt;/span&gt;' was located. I had a warm fuzzy feeling inside me the moment I saw the title. I was eager to buy it, but I was scared. Doing hard things, eh? That must be tough. Really tough. I searched for some more books, but then God impressed on me to buy this book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I went out of the bookstore while having it with me. I felt questions racing inside my mind, one by one they were waiting for an answer. Why did I ever buy this book? What on earth was I thinking to buy such book? Mainly because the bottomline was I don`t wanna engage myself in doing some hard stuffs. But I was absolutely wrong. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;THIS BOOK WAS THE PERFECT BOOK THAT WOULD MATCH MY BLOG NAME.&lt;/span&gt; A battle cry about doing hard things. Perfect, isn't it?! Praise God for this book and for the authors! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, we teens tend to stay in our comfort zone, not realizing that there's more to TV shows than just those plain teleseryes, there's more to cellphones than just texting and taking pictures and jamming with the mp3's, there's more to school than just getting high grades and medals and certificates--in short, there's more to life than only these things. The more we put effort into one thing, the more it means to us, right? The more we face challenges and overcome it afterwards means sweeter victory than anything else, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're actually scared to take a step out of our comfort zone, but sometimes, we neglect the positive effects it brings together with it. Sometimes, we just look at the negative side of a particular thing, but we never study its positive effect. Doing hard things means more to just doing hard things, why? Because sometimes, hard things are not those abnoxious, stupid, enormous things--they`re habits we can't let go of, they`re things we can`t live without, feelings we can`t let go, and things we wanna do but we`re scared too even we know that it would not only benefit ourselves, but others as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today`s generation rests upon a comfort that brings together with it laziness and no effort. For example, school research assignment. Way back when internet didn`t exist, the Encyclopedia's were on demand. But right now, all we need to do is google the keyword and then copy paste it on MS WORD, even with the links--and pass it the day after tomorrow to our subject teacher. Life has been made easy by technology and we go on with it, effortlessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But doesn`t it make it a boring routine each time we make it without effort? Just like in our spiritual devotion to God. WE ONLY READ, PRAY AND WORSHIP GOD if we feel like doing it. When we're sleepy, we set it aside. When we're busy, we set it aside. Why? Because we're too full of ourselves that we neglect God and choose sleep over prayer, and activities over Bible reading. And worship? It should be our lifestyle, not just a label, but a choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And doing something hard is a choice too.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let's do hard things for God, together. Let's unite our hearts to do hard things for His glory. Let it be that His love and our love for Him would motivate us to do hard things. Let's go against the current, and let's make a difference. Let's be history makers by lifting God's name on high. &lt;/span&gt;Before I end this post, I would just like to close it with these questions and the answer's up to you. But take this as a challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So can you make that choice just to glorify God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can you do hard things for God?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108745342261369480-3282045421742845839?l=our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/feeds/3282045421742845839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/2009/06/do-hard-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108745342261369480/posts/default/3282045421742845839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108745342261369480/posts/default/3282045421742845839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/2009/06/do-hard-things.html' title='Do Hard Things.'/><author><name>lady gee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15695830612168802105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108745342261369480.post-4834857226704128626</id><published>2009-06-21T04:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T04:41:22.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How far can I go without ever turning back?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was such a simple, yet meaningful quote, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yet it made so much impact in and on me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How far can I go without turning back?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to hit the pause button while watching "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Honey and Clover&lt;/span&gt;" that time and re-read the quote over and over again until questions started flooding my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I almost lost my grip on the rope of my faith. But thank God and praise Him because He held tight on my hand--he didn`t let go of me. I was just like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jonah&lt;/span&gt;, God`s servant in the Bible--I was trying to run away from my calling. I wanted to stop--be merry--but I realized life without God is not a life at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christian life is not an easy life--&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but with God, life is beautiful&lt;/span&gt;. God spoke to my spirit and He made me recall all of the things that He`s done in me. He made me remember the people whom I dearly loved--those ones that were looking up to me&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. Then He made me feel His extravagant love-&lt;/span&gt;-the one that never failed to motivate me to keep on going with life despite it`s trials and difficulties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, I&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; hesitated&lt;/span&gt;. I turned the other direction, forgetting about God and ignoring Him for quite some time. But then one day, I went back, broke down to my knees, and there--I was back to where I once were. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Compassion&lt;/span&gt;--it was one of the ingredients why I also held on to the rope. I loved those people so I cannot hurt them by taking a wrong turn--so what I did was a U-turn. A U-turn back to Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned that depression would eat you up alive, but with God on my side, I managed to shoo it away. I managed to go against the current--I managed to go against those emotions--I managed to break free from those bandages--because of the resurrection power of Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, I`m glad to be back. I`m glad to be home again. I`m glad to fall back into His arms again. Now, here I am... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;throwing the ball to you now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"How far can you go without turning back?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108745342261369480-4834857226704128626?l=our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/feeds/4834857226704128626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/2009/06/how-far-can-i-go-without-ever-turning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108745342261369480/posts/default/4834857226704128626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108745342261369480/posts/default/4834857226704128626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/2009/06/how-far-can-i-go-without-ever-turning.html' title='How far can I go without ever turning back?'/><author><name>lady gee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15695830612168802105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108745342261369480.post-9080765863914384746</id><published>2009-02-07T23:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T23:52:40.168-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Battle Cry 3 minutes version :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="width:300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/FcV_ublaHb"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/FcV_ublaHb" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="background-color:#E6E6E6;padding:1px;"&gt;&lt;div style="float:left;padding:4px 4px 0 0;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/E6E6E6/" border="0"  /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;form method="post" action="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/" style="margin:0;padding:0;"&gt;&lt;input type="text" name="EmbedSearchBox" /&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Search" style="font-size:12px;" /&gt;&lt;div style="padding-top:3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=0&amp;ek=FcV_ublaHb"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/152/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=1&amp;ek=FcV_ublaHb"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/153/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=2&amp;ek=FcV_ublaHb"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/154/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=3&amp;ek=FcV_ublaHb"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/155/10/FcV_ublaHb/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/enSG-RA/music/H-_Ssdja/bethel_pundan_battle_cry/"&gt;Battle Cry - Bethel Pundan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Tadah~ I've uploaded "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Battle Cry&lt;/span&gt;" on imeem already. It's not yet finalized though. I laughed when my cellphone beeped somewhere in the chorus. Hehe. Anyway, next time, I'll upload the full version. This is the 3 minutes version of my song. Lemme know what you think, kay? Praise God!=) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Soli Deo Gloria~! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108745342261369480-9080765863914384746?l=our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/feeds/9080765863914384746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/2009/02/battle-cry-3-minutes-version.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108745342261369480/posts/default/9080765863914384746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108745342261369480/posts/default/9080765863914384746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/2009/02/battle-cry-3-minutes-version.html' title='Battle Cry 3 minutes version :)'/><author><name>lady gee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15695830612168802105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108745342261369480.post-1054283935958274761</id><published>2009-02-06T06:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T07:23:55.172-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the making of Battle Cry  :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-757.friendster.com/e1/photos/75/75/28225757/1_315976331l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 328px; height: 292px;" src="http://photos-757.friendster.com/e1/photos/75/75/28225757/1_315976331l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hallelujah! My heart is overflowing with praises and thanksgiving to the King this time. Since 2008, I've been praying to God about this voice in my mind that sings--&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it's a song being left unwritten for I do not know how to write it out eventually, with the pen and its ink using a piece of paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Have you ever encountered something like this? &lt;/span&gt;Something that, you want to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;write it out but words are being left &lt;/span&gt;unwritten because you have no idea how to express them out with your own comprehension? Something that you want to write out, but it seems that you don't possess the right words to jot down? Something that could be easily sung silently rather than being written? Something that... m&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;akes you really want to write it out, but it seems that it's stuck inside you that it cannot find its own way out&lt;/span&gt;? And something that can only be written out through your own Spirit that connects with God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I went through that back in 2008&lt;/span&gt;. God has planted the seed of this song in my heart since before I've been desiring to make a new song to Him--&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;to sing a new song to Him-&lt;/span&gt;-the song which possesses the words that came straight from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;His own heart.&lt;/span&gt;I've written many songs already, some are songs that have picky words, and tunes that are not singable. Songs that can be reached by several people's voice who could reach its own pitch's range, mean to say, some of my songs were only being made possible for people who could reach the "song's" particular key and people who couldn't reach that "key" would find it very hard for them to sing with the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise God for the wisdom that flew by my ear last Wednesday night. Praise the Holy Spirit for His sweet voice that whispered through my own Spirit. Praise God for releasing the 'once unwritten song' that was in my heart and spirit before--and now, it has been written through the work of the Holy Spirit. Praise God for music!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I wrote "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Battle Cry&lt;/span&gt;" last time, I felt like the words just came out from the other side of my own comprehension and the words showed up on the piece of paper that I was using for about 15-30 minutes, BEFORE I WENT TO SLEEP. What really happened was, I was prompted by the Holy Spirit to write out those words. I don't want to take the glory that belongs to God, I want to give Him back the glory...for the words, for the chords, for the music He has bestowed upon me that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was amazed on how the words went, every single bit of them was every single thing that I wanted to speak up to youths for how many years now--every single words were being desired by the inner man in me. The words I wrote pierced through my heart and as I was writing it, God's joy was overwhelming. The fire inside was consuming every bit of me. It was amazing! God is amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got stunned by how I wrote it out. Normally, I would go for the words that would be pleasing to my own eyes and mind, but when I saw the words--the words that didn't come from my own knowledge, they were words that came from His heart. I could really remember what the Holy Spirit said when His words floated by. "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just write out what I placed in your heart for the words came from my Heart.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like at first, how Lord? I don't even know the words! But when I held the pen in my hand... the words were abounding with His own wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BATTLE CRY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Bethel Grace Pundan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We see Your grace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Falling upon in this place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We feel Your presence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;As we sing Your praise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We hear Your voice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In a soft, still whisper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We turn to You &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lord take us deeper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Our spirit feels You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Our hearts needs You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Our lives thirsts for You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is our battle cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A cry for restoration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is our battle cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A cry of desperation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is our battle cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A cry for a new revelation &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is the battle cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Of our generation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We see Your glory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;As we stand in Your mercy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now we are in awe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rise up, rise up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;An atmosphere of true worship, oh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Our Spirit feels You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Our hearts needs You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Our lives thirsts for You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lion of Judah,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We see the floodgates of heaven, open&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lion of Judah,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We see the floodgates of heaven, open&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lion of Judah,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We sing hosanna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lift up Your banner high!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise be to God for the words he has breath upon this song! Blessed be His name! Next time, I'll try to upload it here with this song's "each lines interpretation".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk with us as we walk with God and with this "in-the-making" of "Battle Cry".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for me, for us, for this site! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Soli Deo Gloria!&lt;/span&gt; =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108745342261369480-1054283935958274761?l=our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/feeds/1054283935958274761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/2009/02/in-making-of-my-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108745342261369480/posts/default/1054283935958274761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108745342261369480/posts/default/1054283935958274761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/2009/02/in-making-of-my-song.html' title='In the making of Battle Cry  :)'/><author><name>lady gee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15695830612168802105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108745342261369480.post-2151416429249493865</id><published>2009-02-03T04:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T05:04:22.428-08:00</updated><title type='text'>666 is real.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.av1611.org/images/666bar1t.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 126px;" src="http://www.av1611.org/images/666bar1t.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;All of the marks, or bars are associated with numbers at the bottom, except the marks at the first, middle, and end. Notice the marks for the number "6" are "||". And these marks are the same marks at the first, in the middle and at the end!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.av1611.org/images/666bar2t.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 144px;" src="http://www.av1611.org/images/666bar2t.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana,arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Here's the other numbers removed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The number "666" is hidden in every UPC bar code!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;(If you don't believe it, get a bar code and look at it!.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.av1611.org/images/666bar3t.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 208px;" src="http://www.av1611.org/images/666bar3t.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Something else mysterious has appeared. In the last few years, some UPC codes have appeared with additional boxes underneath the bar code. Beside the boxes are 2 letters -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;b&gt;the letter F and the letter H&lt;/b&gt;! According to researchers, they stand for forehead or hand. And the purchaser must have the required mark in their forehead or hand before purchasing&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; Bar codes, such as these, have already appeared in some Midwestern stores. &lt;i&gt;According to researchers: the F - is for &lt;b&gt;FOREHEAD&lt;/b&gt;, and the H - is for &lt;b&gt;HAND&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;And according to researchers, the purchaser must have a mark in their right hand or forehead before purchasing!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You say it'll never happen!   SOME ARE ALREADY OUT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana,arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;"And he causeth all, both small and great, rich and poor, free and bond, to receive a mark in their right hand, or in their foreheads: And that no man might buy or sell, save he that had the mark, or the name of the beast, or the number of his name. Here is wisdom. Let him that hath understanding count the number of the beast: for it is the number of a man; and his number is Six hundred threescore and six."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana,arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Revelation 13:16-18&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I have watched the documentary about this and eventually--my senses have been alarmed. I thought of posting some of the tidbits I've found in the net related to the "666 is real" documentary. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Jesus can come any time, any minute, any hour--any UNKNOWN hour. The question here is... are we ready for His second coming? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Let us be prepared, for our Lord is yet to come and He is coming very soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Let Your Kingdom come, Lord Jesus. &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/6108745342261369480-2151416429249493865?l=our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/feeds/2151416429249493865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/2009/02/666-is-real.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108745342261369480/posts/default/2151416429249493865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108745342261369480/posts/default/2151416429249493865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/2009/02/666-is-real.html' title='666 is real.'/><author><name>lady gee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15695830612168802105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108745342261369480.post-5089700194366607229</id><published>2009-01-29T21:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T21:19:51.142-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, and cheers.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;post by: gee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, readers! How are you doing? I hope you're doing well with God because He sure does well with you always. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Anyway, I just want to praise God for He is the Author of art. And I praise Him for photoshop! =) I came up with another site icon, if you want to link to us, you could use it too, to spread the word! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Right now, my heart is overflowing with praises and thanksgiving to God. Yesterday, I wanted to roll on the floor because His joy in my heart was really really fired up. I wanted to tell people how much I love Him--how much I want to worship Him--how much His presence excites me. I want to praise Him for renewing the zeal He has given me in my heart--for letting the fire burn even more in me. I praise Him because He is worthy of all praises! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Last night, my emotions almost ruled over me--good thing God reminded me that they should bow down before Him. I was inside my room, I yelled at the Enemy, I told him to go away. "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In the name of Jesus, flee from me, Satan! In Jesus' name! My God is greater than you, He is above every other name. You're defeated already, and my God is the Winner--He will always be&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;When I said that, I felt the overwhelming presence of God and I just found myself playing the guitar and singing the song, "Hosanna" by the Hillsong, in their Savior King album. As I was singing, tears came gushing down and I just wanted to worship Him that time. I praise God for trials because they cause me to see God's AWESOME worth in my life and I praise God because with these trials, I can see my worth resting in God's Heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;So, I want to encourage you. Praise Him in everything! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Let His presence fall upon you by praising Him with all that is within you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Soli Deo Gloria! =)) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108745342261369480-5089700194366607229?l=our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/feeds/5089700194366607229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/2009/01/hello-and-cheers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108745342261369480/posts/default/5089700194366607229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108745342261369480/posts/default/5089700194366607229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/2009/01/hello-and-cheers.html' title='Hello, and cheers.'/><author><name>lady gee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15695830612168802105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108745342261369480.post-1320335543102469271</id><published>2009-01-27T02:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T03:01:38.619-08:00</updated><title type='text'>God-driven, God-given site.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;post by: gee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;First post for 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First post for this new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've missed updating this site. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;What really happened why I stopped updating? The reason I have is this: I started to drive my own life--I started to drift away slowly from God last 2008, I guess, starting from the time I've stopped updating. There were on and offs moments last 2008, this day, our relationship would be high, next day, I'd lose the passion and go down. It was such a roller coaster ride&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. But despite of those circumstances, I just want to praise God's name because He has always been faithful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;This blog is not just any other ordinary blog.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; This was a God-given, God-driven blog. He placed this in my heart--He told me to put this site up--and this is my offering to Him.&lt;/span&gt; But sometime in the mid of 2008, I've neglected this God-given and God-driven blog. And I apologize to God and to you, dear reader. But still, His glory remains glorious and it will forever be even though I'd stop updating this site. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I just want to share my heart out to you readers.&lt;/span&gt; I really have this passion of reaching out not just to youths, but to everyone that may stumble upon this site. I've prayed and I've asked prayers for this site and I could really say that God is the foundation of this site--not me, not Rachel, not us--but Him. It's not about the contents here, it's not about what's written in here, it is about WHO HE IS and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOW AWESOME, HOW GREAT, HOW GOOD, HOW FAITHFUL, HOW WONDERFUL, HOW GLORIOUS, HOW BEAUTIFUL OUR GOD IS! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;I want to thank God for every circumstances that I've went through all through out 2008 and 2009. Though it was an up and down ride--I've seen how His grace was so much sufficient in those seasons where I chose to go astray yet He calls me back and welcomes me into His arms--were I could find the rest that I've always yearned for, sought for, asked for and cried for. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who says Christian life is easy?&lt;/span&gt; It is not easy--if you ask me! Christian life is a challenge--a challenge to press on, to move forward, and not to ever give up! A challenge to fix our eyes ever on His face! So we should never move backwards, we should never stop fighting, we shouldn't grow weary--because God is our source of everything. If ever we lack strength, make praises to His name! Why? Because the praises that He hears gives Him joy, and the joy of the Lord--is our strength. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We should learn to praise Him, in everything that we do, in every circumstances we face--because He is above everything else--His name is above every other name! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In sad times, we should worship him. In good times, we should worship him. In times of trouble, worship Him. In times of anxiety, worship Him&lt;/span&gt;. In times of brokenness, worship him. In times of destruction, worship Him--because these emotions and feelings shouldn't rule over us and they should never be a hindrance to our worship to Him. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Emotions are not meant to rule over us, WE should rule over them and these emotions we have and feel should BOW DOWN before our King. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;I continue to praise His name, because He has always been with me. I continue to praise Him for giving this site readers. I thank Him because His goodness and greatness in my life overflows! I thank Him and praise Him because His love never fails! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;So, reader(s), I encourage you. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEVER EVER STOP PRAISING GOD&lt;/span&gt;. He is good, all the time. He is great, forever. He is awesome, hallelujah! Blessed be the name of our Lord Jesus Christ! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And remember, that explosive praises frightens the Enemy! :) P.S, I also thank God for causing my eyes to see Darlene Zschech's Extravagant Worship book. Although I'm still on chapter four, I've learned a lot of things already! Praise God because He teaches me stuffs through this book! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108745342261369480-1320335543102469271?l=our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/feeds/1320335543102469271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/2009/01/hallelujah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108745342261369480/posts/default/1320335543102469271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108745342261369480/posts/default/1320335543102469271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/2009/01/hallelujah.html' title='God-driven, God-given site.'/><author><name>lady gee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15695830612168802105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108745342261369480.post-6751420834112708606</id><published>2008-10-15T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T06:55:17.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Discouraged? Look up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;posted by: gee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I hit the sheets tonight, I`ll be sharing a verse for us to meditate over. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And he said: "I have been very zealous for the Lord God of hosts; because the children of Israel have forsaken Your covenant, torn down Your altars, and killed Your prophets with the sword. I alone am left; and they seek to take my life." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-1 KINGS 19: 14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If you are overwhelmed by kingdom work so that your focus is no longer on God but on all that there is to do, let Him comfort you. Listen to His gentle voice. He will encourage you and provide exactly what you need to prepare you for what comes next. If He needs to remove you from work for a time, He will. He may place a friend or co-laborer beside you to help carry the load.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; God knows exactly how to encourage you. Let Him do so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took these words from my devotional book because I wanted you to be inspired by these Words also. So, let`s examine our hearts tonight and to those who are weary &amp;amp; discouraged...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is our Greatest Encourager! =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108745342261369480-6751420834112708606?l=our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/feeds/6751420834112708606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/2008/10/discouraged-look-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108745342261369480/posts/default/6751420834112708606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108745342261369480/posts/default/6751420834112708606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/2008/10/discouraged-look-up.html' title='Discouraged? Look up.'/><author><name>lady gee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15695830612168802105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108745342261369480.post-8229729412861620534</id><published>2008-10-14T06:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T07:15:57.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Carry me, Lord.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;post by: gee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I start telling you the whole story here, I would like to open up a prayer dedicated to the Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Lord, I am so sorry. I want to be honest. I`ve been too busy with myself that I even failed to keep posting entries here and writing up there in my own hand-written Prayer Journal. I am so sorry. The previous weeks, I`ve been pretty silent to you. I tried to deceive myself by saying that You were the one who`s silent... but just this point of time, I realized that I was the one who`s silent. I WAS THE SILENT ONE, Jesus, not You. I am very sorry. I broke your heart again, I made You cry, Lord. I am very sorry. Thank you for the forgiveness, Lord. Take me deeper in love, Jesus...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I didn`t understand what was happening to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Problems came in and out of my way and I never had a good day in any of those weeks that time. I was very fragile, I was very weak--I even thought of giving up already. It was as if God never heard any of my cries... but that was when I realized that those cries, were SILENT cries...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;blockquote face="georgia" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;GOD WANTS US TO TALK TO HIM,&lt;br /&gt;NOT TO TALK SILENTLY--BUT TO TALK.&lt;br /&gt;See the difference?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought Jesus was silent to me, I thought God was silent to me... but it was me who was SILENT. There were 2 continuous Fridays where I`ve felt like... "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;I just don`t have the fire here in this heart anymore, Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;" I was worshipping, true--but mostly I should say, it gave birth to a worship in flesh--NOT FROM THE HEART, NOT FROM MY SPIRIT. Indeed, Jesus has taught me these past few weeks about what real worship is. Real worship, it comes from... here *points to the chest, near the heart portion*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real worship is not about us, it is not about how we look during our time of meeting with God, it is NOT and NEVER will be about US. We were meant to worship the Creator, who is God. We were NEVER meant to worship the Creator`s Creations, who are our idols, the stuffs that takes the most of our time, who removes our focus from God--and indirectly, putting the attention on it--not to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the story. I was just there, standing, worshiping, singing along with the congregation--but deep inside me was a unresponsive heart. Then, one night, God talked to me, and then I realized and I missed what we 'used' to be. God made me recall everything--why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt; Maybe because, I was in the verge of giving up, and I was nearly an inch away from giving up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that night, He told me that He is more than willing to help me with the heavy loads that I was carrying. He even asked me to give them all to him--and He even offered to carry me. I was moved into tears, thinking how much I have neglected him during those days... but that caused me to break down in awe, to be broken and to result in humbleness. I felt like God embraced me that time, trying to hush me down... I felt like a little child crying over a lollipop that was taken away from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main shot here are these words:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;He told me that He is more than willing to help me with the heavy loads that I was carrying. He even asked me to give them all to him--and He even offered to carry me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You see? God is more than willing. I encourage you, to never give up. Trust in the Lord. Don`t look upon the circumstances--they are always meant to test your endurance, your faith, your trust, your love for God--and everything. Are you facing a very hard struggle by this point of time? Just give it all down &amp;amp; break them at the feet of Jesus. Our God is willing to carry us--even those heavy loads that we have behind our backs and on our shoulders.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;He will CARRY YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108745342261369480-8229729412861620534?l=our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/feeds/8229729412861620534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/2008/10/carry-me-lord.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108745342261369480/posts/default/8229729412861620534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108745342261369480/posts/default/8229729412861620534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/2008/10/carry-me-lord.html' title='Carry me, Lord.'/><author><name>lady gee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15695830612168802105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108745342261369480.post-4009103650125590636</id><published>2008-09-14T04:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T04:07:00.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Luke 7:36-to the end of its chapter.</title><content type='html'>Jesus, you have been so good. Though I was impatient, stubborn, and all--You still accepted me for who I am. Your love changes me. I want to stand up for you... Lord, You are worthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's spill the things that are so dear to us at the feet of Jesus just like what the alabaster woman did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108745342261369480-4009103650125590636?l=our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/feeds/4009103650125590636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/2008/09/luke-736-to-end-of-its-chapter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108745342261369480/posts/default/4009103650125590636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108745342261369480/posts/default/4009103650125590636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/2008/09/luke-736-to-end-of-its-chapter.html' title='Luke 7:36-to the end of its chapter.'/><author><name>lady gee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15695830612168802105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108745342261369480.post-3373301010206853548</id><published>2008-08-12T05:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T07:06:42.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's A Matter Of Choice</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;post by: gee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My, I'm so busy doing stuffs last past weeks. Anyway, God is GREAT! He is so GOOD! This story is for Him, and yes I will submit this story tomorrow in a reality writing contest, so here it is, read on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;It's A Matter Of Choice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I hid beneath the sheets of my bed, and I gave my pillow a tight embrace as I had a flashback about the painful past experience. "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1 year &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;contract...&lt;/span&gt;" I whispered myself with tears as I said this to myself as I reminisced the memories that we've shared. I guess you are wondering &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;right now what I meant by the '1-year-contract' thing, well it's just like this. Let me tell you a story. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There was this girl named Gee who was just a simple one. She was a girl who loved God so much, and not to mention her drumsticks too. She&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; was a combination of a sanguine person and a melancholic one. She probably might be your friend, your close friend, your best friend, or she &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;could be an enemy to your eyes, or either that one that you've bumped in while you were in a hurry to be on time for your next subject class. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, after all, that's not the real story deal here, let's go straight to the main point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;She was caught up in between, when Gee, at such young age, fell in love with a guy, named Gab. Gab, on the other hand, was Gee's suitor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;They both met in a Christian Leadership, and then eventually, they became close friends, and then just one day, they were lovers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Gee thought, he'd be her last. She had never felt something like that before. She never loved anyone like that before. But then, one day, God &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;had to take him away from her. After the happy days came endless night-filled tears, and depressing moments followed. She gave him up for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;God. She realized at one point that, she's starting to give more attention to Gab than to God. And by the time that she realized that, she &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;decided to end the relationship. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How about a contract for 365 days?&lt;/span&gt; Oh,no.. Nevermind.&lt;/span&gt;" Gee told Gab and gave him a cold stare. She shrugged her shoulders, and then she &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;looked the other way and sighed. "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I guess, we really need to move on now.&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;But I'd prefer to spend the rest of my life with you, Gee&lt;/span&gt;." Gee was struck by that line. She stood there frozen before Gab. She shook her head, and then she then she took a step backward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But, that's not yet the end of everything. Gab was so persistent, that he even asked Gee for another chance, for them to be together once &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;again. Gab even told Gee, that he would want to borrow Gee from God, but definitely, without any hesitations or second thoughts, Gee gave him &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;a 'no' as an answer. She loves God more than she loves him, and then she realized that she needed to vent out a choice. So, even though it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;broke her heart, when she turned him down for like, million times already, she had this inner peace and joy--she knew by that time, that she will &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;be doing the right thing, that was when she told him that she loves God more than he loves Gab, and she meant that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NO, no.. Sorry Gab.. I love God more than I love you... I need to.. to go..&lt;/span&gt;" After she said that, she left Gab but as she was walking away, she &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;heard Gab hollering. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Gee! Just, give me a year... GEE!! I want to borrow you from God... Please!!&lt;/span&gt;" She pretended that she didn't hear him, but deep inside she knew &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;that she really heard it right. Borrow her from God? He's sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After having the courage to finally tell him that big NO, she went home with traces of tears sliding from the edges of her eyes on her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Gee there, as you've read above, is no other than me. Yeah, Gab asked for a year for us to be together once again. But, I gave him a big NO. I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sat right up on my bed and then I leaned against the wall behind me (that's because my bed was placed on one corner, and eventually, there &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;was a wall on that corner). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I looked up at the ceiling, and then I smiled, and I prayed. "Lord, I'm glad that you gave me the strength to say no to him. Though it was really &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;really hard. My heart right now is rejoicing, because You have made me glad even though I am broken right now but I know this won't last any &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;longer. I find rest in You. And I thank You, for teaching me a lesson..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I may be hurting right now, but God will heal this PAIN. He doesn't despise a BROKEN AND A CONTRITE heart. I could be broken by now, but hey, I'm glad I am. If I wasn't hurt by now, maybe I'll hurt even more in the future if I didn't end that relationship. And let me tell you this. Here I am, I have an inner peace. I have an inner joy. I feel so happy and free, isn't that amazing? After moments of darkness, finally right now, I'm back in the Light. Here I am, in my brokenness--COMPLETE. God makes me complete.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Giving him up was not easy, but it was a matter of choice. Everyday, we make choices. And we sure need to be careful on the choices that we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;make. Sometimes, before making the right choice, we need to be hurt--for us to realize our mistakes. But why wait for a stone to first fall on your head in order for you to make the right move when you can do the right thing in the first place? But sometimes, it will take us a long time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;after we could really stand up and say that we already have the final descision. And sometimes, we confuse ourselves, trying to make ourselves &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;believe that we did the right thing, but then at the end, we'll realize that we made a wrong choice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And yes, there is beauty in brokenness. Sometimes, we need to be broken, inorder for us to be repaired--for us to be better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The bottomline is, in every desicions that we make, we need to ask wisdom and strength from God. Because, believe me, in my situation, if it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;wasn't His strength that supported me the moment that he asked for another chance, I sure am that probably by now, Gab and I were back and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;are still together--leaving God behind and ignoring His voice and lending Him a deaf ear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But no, God will always make a way to bring back a lost sheep to it's Shepherd, even though that sheep were lost for a long period of time. &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/6108745342261369480-3373301010206853548?l=our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/feeds/3373301010206853548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-matter-of-choice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108745342261369480/posts/default/3373301010206853548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108745342261369480/posts/default/3373301010206853548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-matter-of-choice.html' title='It&apos;s A Matter Of Choice'/><author><name>lady gee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15695830612168802105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108745342261369480.post-3788104943811544448</id><published>2008-07-17T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T07:08:07.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE BATTLE CRY</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s280.photobucket.com/albums/kk200/geeisthename/?action=view&amp;amp;current=BATTLECRYc-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk200/geeisthename/BATTLECRYc-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" width="350" border="0" height="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;**click image for larger preview**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;post by: gee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made this layout. This is our battle cry! A cry for restoration, a cry for desperation, a cry for revival, a revival for Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, hear our cries! Glorify Your name! Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108745342261369480-3788104943811544448?l=our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/feeds/3788104943811544448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-new-friendster-layout.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108745342261369480/posts/default/3788104943811544448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108745342261369480/posts/default/3788104943811544448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-new-friendster-layout.html' title='THE BATTLE CRY'/><author><name>lady gee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15695830612168802105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108745342261369480.post-343472359070286811</id><published>2008-07-17T02:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T07:08:59.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GLORY DUST</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;post by: gee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to type this out, but I know the Lord will lead me as I write this out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lead the worship last Wednesday in our school. I really am frustrated because the worship has a limit. It is limited and should not exceed the maximum of 10-15 minutes. I don't know, that's what they said. I told my Christian friends about it, I felt really really bad after the service kasi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God even told me that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HE WILL DO SOMETHING&lt;/span&gt; during that moment, but it was wasted because of the limitation, or just so I thought it was wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sat back together with my classmates, and as I listened to the Word, my left hand started shaking, and then I can feel the Rain pouring down. I don't know what this is called, but as far as I know, this is somewhat a 'alert' to me, that SOMETHING will happen. It's like God's way of saying: "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I will be doing something, watch out for it.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it kept on pouring down on my left palm, and then when I took a glimpse on my left hand, I saw sparkles. I'm not making this up. My classmates even saw it. This sparkle were like glitters, like silver dusts, but much more finer than silver dusts, and no, it wasn't silver--it was whiter than silver, I don't know what it was, but when I saw it, I had goosebumps all over my body, and then I remembered when it rained on my palm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, God gave me a Word. He prompted me to look at the palms of those whom I were with (the praise &amp;amp; worship team), and then when I looked at their palms, I also saw the same thing. "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This must be the so-called dust of glory...&lt;/span&gt;" I whispered to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minutes later, my cousin came to me, and then she said: "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Grabe talaga si Lord!&lt;/span&gt;" I looked at her, and asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Something happened to you too?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She nodded. Then she continued. "I caught a smell of His aroma earlier... I was so sure that it was His aroma..." When she said this, I had goosebumps again. And then I remembered what God told me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"I will be doing something... Believe me, I will be doing something."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then he made us experience such things. All I can say is wow! After being frustrated, He rewarded us with these experiences. God is such a sweet God! But my heart still cries out... If only we had a longer worship hour, then it might not be only us who experienced those... it will be ALL OF US in the auditorium... not only the praise &amp;amp; worship team, but all HS students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, still. I believe, that everything happens in His perfect timing. Glory to God in the Highest! Praise Him! Praise Him!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108745342261369480-343472359070286811?l=our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/feeds/343472359070286811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/2008/07/glory-dust.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108745342261369480/posts/default/343472359070286811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108745342261369480/posts/default/343472359070286811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/2008/07/glory-dust.html' title='GLORY DUST'/><author><name>lady gee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15695830612168802105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108745342261369480.post-1957252538646109307</id><published>2008-07-10T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T07:05:03.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CRY</title><content type='html'>Lord,please come and save me. Please come and save me. I don't want to keep on doing such thing. Lord, please, I cry out to You, save me. I've sinned again against you. I'm so very sorry,Jesus. I did this twice already. Please,come and save me. SAVE ME! SAVE ME! SAVE ME!!! Lord! I cry out to You!! Lord!!! SORRY!!! SORRY!!! Save me!!! Deliver me from the evil one!!! In Jesus' name! Lord, SAVE ME!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108745342261369480-1957252538646109307?l=our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/feeds/1957252538646109307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/2008/07/cry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108745342261369480/posts/default/1957252538646109307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108745342261369480/posts/default/1957252538646109307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/2008/07/cry.html' title='CRY'/><author><name>lady gee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15695830612168802105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108745342261369480.post-8907930025765226587</id><published>2008-07-10T02:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T02:58:15.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>200+ HITS.</title><content type='html'>I couldn't believe it. I'm so blessed. I CAN'T CONTAIN HIS LOVE. He used me today, as I prayed for my classmates, those persons who were given to me by God, those who are entrusted to me by God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This was my question to myself:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For all of the people in the school, or perhaps in our batch, why me? Why is it that He had reveal a lot of things to me? Why is it that He chose to give me details about each of the struggles of those persons? Why me?Why did I have the gift of discernment, not those other kinds?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in denial at first. Even the enemy injected lies in my mind. Remember that our mind is a battle field, and the enemy would try anything just to destroy us. He injected lies to me, such as: "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You can't do this&lt;/span&gt;","&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You're too unworthy for this.&lt;/span&gt;","&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You are not even really that bold enough.&lt;/span&gt;","&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You aren't really rooted too much with the Word.&lt;/span&gt;" He even injected 'fears','worries',and etc. in my mind. He injected &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SO MANY&lt;/span&gt; lies in my mind, and I battled with it, but Praise God, He has cast out all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that His power &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;has been made PERFECT in our weaknesses&lt;/span&gt;, and I BELIEVE that perfect LOVE casts out all fear--and God is love, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;His love is PERFECT&lt;/span&gt;. I also believe that if He gives you responsibilities, it IS according to how He views your personality. To make it short, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He gives you responsibilities, proportion to&lt;/span&gt; your CHARACTER, to your WAYS, and your CAPABILITIES. If He entrusts big things to you, think of the life stories of Jesus' disciples. If you think you can't handle such things, think again:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;God gives you stuffs like that, because that's how much he TRUSTS you and he KNOWS that you can overcome it.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am just far more than blessed.&lt;/span&gt; I am starting to see what God is doing in our batch. Infact, He was already doing something before I knew it. And that's how He is to your life too. You might say that He's not doing anything, but believe me, believe His word, believe Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He is doing something, and He has already done something, and sometimes it takes time for us to realize that He has already done something in us, and before we knew it, it is already there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Declare victory in Jesus' name, for the enemy has been defeated! AMEN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S= God bless the supporters and the intercessors and the visitors of this blog! Your prayers really made a difference! And to the visitors, thank you for the 200+ views in just 4 days! And to God be the Highest GLORY! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Praise Him! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108745342261369480-8907930025765226587?l=our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/feeds/8907930025765226587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/2008/07/200-hits.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108745342261369480/posts/default/8907930025765226587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108745342261369480/posts/default/8907930025765226587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/2008/07/200-hits.html' title='200+ HITS.'/><author><name>lady gee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15695830612168802105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108745342261369480.post-793692287536849521</id><published>2008-07-09T05:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T05:41:54.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kissed by Heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s280.photobucket.com/albums/kk200/geeisthename/?action=view&amp;amp;current=BLOGGG.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk200/geeisthename/BLOGGG.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="400" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;*click image for a larger view*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;This was inspired by the book that I read entitled, "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Kiss of Heaven&lt;/span&gt;" by Darlene Zschech, one of my most admired Worship Leaders, and she's the wife of the producer of Hillsong. I also used Darlene Zschech's quote in her book that is seen right there, the one that goes like this: "working under the grace of God is definitely like being kissed by heaven." as showed in the image above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am inspired by her, and I really do agree with that quote. Working under God's grace really is a blessing. Continue to work under His grace! Always remember that God looks at our character all the time. And our character is the one that holds His anointing. But just as His great commandment says: "If you love me, you MUST obey me." So, as in obedience, our character will just flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is, if we obey with love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as faith without action is dead, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;obedience without love is--also DEAD&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continue to serve the Lord! ^________^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108745342261369480-793692287536849521?l=our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/feeds/793692287536849521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/2008/07/kissed-by-heaven.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108745342261369480/posts/default/793692287536849521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108745342261369480/posts/default/793692287536849521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/2008/07/kissed-by-heaven.html' title='Kissed by Heaven'/><author><name>lady gee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15695830612168802105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108745342261369480.post-4202008155347228979</id><published>2008-07-09T04:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T04:46:13.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayers.</title><content type='html'>I would like to ask your prayers &amp;amp; support for this blog, anyone there, who's heart has been touched by God to give us a blog-prayer or the so-called, "prayer for the blog", please submit your prayers to this email addresses:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iamladygee_08@yahoo.com&lt;br /&gt;abby_jade24@yahoo.com&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My prayer for this blog...&lt;br /&gt;(the prayer should be placed here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: (Your name here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and send to those email addresses posted above. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you for the prayers! You know what? Your prayers will and would really make a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DIFFERENCE&lt;/span&gt;. God bless us all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108745342261369480-4202008155347228979?l=our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/feeds/4202008155347228979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/2008/07/prayers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108745342261369480/posts/default/4202008155347228979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108745342261369480/posts/default/4202008155347228979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/2008/07/prayers.html' title='Prayers.'/><author><name>lady gee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15695830612168802105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108745342261369480.post-3303911282557818665</id><published>2008-07-08T03:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T04:35:36.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Five Loaves and Two Fishes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="ln10"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is Che.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I was searching for an illustration in the net when I found this poem..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div id="ln10"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln10');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln11');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln12"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Five Loaves and Two Fishes(not sure if this is the real title)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln12');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln13');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln14"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;God uses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln14');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln15"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;what you have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln15');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln16"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;to fill a need which&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln16');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln17"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;you never could have filled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln17');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln18');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln19"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;God uses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln19');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln20"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;where you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln20');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln21"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;to take you where&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln21');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln22"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;you never could have gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln22');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln23');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln24"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;God uses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln24');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln25"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;what you can do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln25');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln26"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;to accomplish what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln26');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln27"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;you never could have done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln27');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln28');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln29"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;God uses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln29');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln30"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;who you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln30');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln31"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;to let you become who&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln31');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln32"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;you never could have been.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln32"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln32');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln33');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln34"&gt;--&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;God works in mysterious ways&lt;/span&gt;. Sometimes when you find yourself in a difficult situation, you complain to God. God sends gifts you may not appreciate but they always come with attachments. God can do the possible and the impossible. There's nothing that He can't do. He will raise you up in your most lowest situation. You will find yourselves amazed and in awe of His power and might..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your weaknesses will become your strengths. God will use your weakness to make you stronger and accomplish things beyond anyone's imagination. So just keep on prayin' and trusting in God and He will just do the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln34');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln35');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln36"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOD BLESS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108745342261369480-3303911282557818665?l=our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/fiveloaves' title='Five Loaves and Two Fishes'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/feeds/3303911282557818665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/2008/07/five-loaves-and-two-fishes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108745342261369480/posts/default/3303911282557818665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108745342261369480/posts/default/3303911282557818665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/2008/07/five-loaves-and-two-fishes.html' title='Five Loaves and Two Fishes'/><author><name>lady gee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15695830612168802105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108745342261369480.post-7676457669103536025</id><published>2008-07-08T02:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T07:09:42.473-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EMOTIONS'/><title type='text'>Self control</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;post by: gee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had an experience wherein you really were so angry and frustrated toward someone or something that you would even kill it/them in  your imagination for doing that wrong move to you? I did. I was really frustrated. I even killed an ant in my mind, kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My classmate threw his bag at me. Not just any other ordinary bag. It was some sort of an athlete's bag--heavy, full of weight, and if you'd throw it at a puppy, it would hurt and might probably crush it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting at the floor, and I was with Che, we were talking--ALL OF THE SUDDEN... BOOM.&lt;br /&gt;I just realized by that moment that I saw a flying bag approaching my head and then, ouch, it hurt. It hit me on my forehead, and then it hit the ground. I could even tell you how much angry I was that time. My classmate even told me that she could've cursed the guy who threw the bag at me, purposely or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood up, and then I told him this: "Kagina ka pa ha.. (Don't do it again.)" I went back into my position, and then I bowed my head and cried and prayed. "Lord, control my anger. I don't want to burst out because many here knows that I am a Christian, and I don't want me to be the cause of stumbling block. Control me, Lord. Control me. Control me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna brag anything here, that: 'hey! see? i prayed!' No. It's not like that. It's just... I remembered that I am a Christian, and I should not do an act that would cause people to turn away from God. I also remembered that, in our anger, we must not sin. I'm just so happy right now, because He reminded me, that I shouldn't CURSE the person or YELL at the person. He even convicted me to pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned that, God is always sending us tests. Sometimes, we are unaware. Just like what happened earlier. He tested my self-control. And I am just so happy, that He gave me a chance to pray, rather than ranting at the person who threw that bag away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Self-control. That's what I learned today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You, Lord. You taught me how to control my anger. You taught me self-control this day. It's so nice to know, that You gave me the chance to pray earlier, instead of doing any other unethical acts. Thank You for reminding me. Thank You, Jesus. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108745342261369480-7676457669103536025?l=our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/selfcontrol' title='Self control'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/feeds/7676457669103536025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/2008/07/self-control.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108745342261369480/posts/default/7676457669103536025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108745342261369480/posts/default/7676457669103536025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/2008/07/self-control.html' title='Self control'/><author><name>lady gee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15695830612168802105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108745342261369480.post-7918702088521391222</id><published>2008-07-07T06:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T06:28:32.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Father's Love Letter.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My Child,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may not know me, but I know everything about you. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Psalm 139:1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know when you sit down and when you rise up. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Psalm 139:2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am familiar with all your ways. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Psalm 139:3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the very hairs on your head are numbered. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Matthew 10:29-31&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you were made in my image. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Genesis 1:27&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In me you live and move and have your being. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Acts 17:28&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you are my offspring. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Acts 17:28&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew you even before you were conceived. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jeremiah 1:4-5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chose you when I planned creation. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ephesians 1:11-12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were not a mistake, for all your days are written in my book. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Psalm 139:15-16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I determined the exact time of your birth and where you would live. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Acts 17:26&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are fearfully and wonderfully made. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Psalm 139:14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knit you together in your mother's womb. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Psalm 139:13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And brought you forth on the day you were born. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Psalm 71:6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been misrepresented by those who don't know me. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;John 8:41-44&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not distant and angry, but am the complete expression of love. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1 John 4:16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it is my desire to lavish my love on you. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1 John 3:1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply because you are my child and I am your Father. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1 John 3:1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I offer you more than your earthly father ever could. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Matthew 7:11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For I am the perfect father. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Matthew 5:48&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every good gift that you receive comes from my hand. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;James 1:17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For I am your provider and I meet all your needs. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Matthew 6:31-33&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My plan for your future has always been filled with hope. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jeremiah 29:11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I love you with an everlasting love. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jeremiah 31:3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts toward you are countless as the sand on the seashore. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Psalms 139:17-18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I rejoice over you with singing&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. Zephaniah 3:17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never stop doing good to you. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jeremiah 32:40&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you are my treasured possession. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Exodus 19:5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I desire to establish you with all my heart and all my soul. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jeremiah 32:41&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I want to show you great and marvelous things. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jeremiah 33:3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you seek me with all your heart, you will find me. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Deuteronomy 4:29&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delight in me and I will give you the desires of your heart. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Psalm 37:4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For it is I who gave you those desires.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Philippians 2:13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am able to do more for you than you could possibly imagine. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ephesians 3:20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For I am your greatest encourager.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 2 Thessalonians 2:16-17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also the Father who comforts you in all your troubles.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 2 Corinthians 1:3-4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are brokenhearted, I am close to you. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Psalm 34:18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a shepherd carries a lamb, I have carried you close to my heart. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Isaiah 40:11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I will wipe away every tear from your eyes. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Revelation 21:3-4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll take away all the pain you have suffered on this earth. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Revelation 21:3-4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am your Father, and I love you even as I love my son, Jesus. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;John 17:23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For in Jesus, my love for you is revealed. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;John 17:26&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is the exact representation of my being. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hebrews 1:3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came to demonstrate that I am for you, not against you. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Romans 8:31&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to tell you that I am not counting your sins. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2 Corinthians 5:18-19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus died so that you and I could be reconciled. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2 Corinthians 5:18-19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His death was the ultimate expression of my love for you. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1 John 4:10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave up everything I loved that I might gain your love. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Romans 8:31-32&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you receive the gift of my son Jesus, you receive me. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1 John 2:23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And nothing will ever separate you from my love again. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Romans 8:38-39&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come home and I'll throw the biggest party heaven has ever seen. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Luke 15:7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always been Father, and will always be Father. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ephesians 3:14-15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My question is…Will you be my child? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;John 1:12-13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am waiting for you.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Luke 15:11-32&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Love, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"God, thank You for the sweet letter... it actually made me cry. It made me realize how much You love us all. Thank You for everything! THANK YOU!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&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/6108745342261369480-7918702088521391222?l=our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/feeds/7918702088521391222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/2008/07/fathers-love-letter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108745342261369480/posts/default/7918702088521391222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108745342261369480/posts/default/7918702088521391222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/2008/07/fathers-love-letter.html' title='The Father&apos;s Love Letter.'/><author><name>lady gee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15695830612168802105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108745342261369480.post-3915990032413382210</id><published>2008-07-07T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T06:21:14.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JESUS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;read this story and you will see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;There was an anti-christ couple who had a child. They never told him anything about JESUS. One night, the couple fight. Dad shot the mom, and shot himself after. It all happened in front of the child.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The child was then sent to a foster home. One day, he was sent to a sunday school. The foster mom told the teacher that the child has never heard of JESUS and to have patience with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;During the class, the teacher hold a picture of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JESUS&lt;/span&gt; and ask..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"Does anyone know who this is??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The child raised up his hand and said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;THAT WAS THE MAN WHO WAS HOLDING ME THE NIGHT MY PARENTS&lt;/span&gt; DIED..&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Woah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I really liked the story&lt;/span&gt;. It was Jesus, who was holding the child, the night his parents died.. Though the story is not true to life, what the child said apparently happens in reality. Not necessarily that Jesus would hold you literally. I mean, based on my point of view, the word hold could also mean the same thing as protect or even comfort. Anyway, let's just put it this way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had a very big problem, yet you know that God is holding you, and that made you stronger as you recalled His promises in the Bible.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 'holding you' here could possibly mean, that 'He is with you', 'He is protecting you', 'He comforts you', and the 'like'. Just always remember, that whatever may come our way, Jesus never fails. Circumstances fail, but He never will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So, tell your problem that you have a big God instead of telling others that you have a big problem! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108745342261369480-3915990032413382210?l=our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/feeds/3915990032413382210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/2008/07/jesus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108745342261369480/posts/default/3915990032413382210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108745342261369480/posts/default/3915990032413382210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/2008/07/jesus.html' title='JESUS.'/><author><name>lady gee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15695830612168802105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108745342261369480.post-1733284868334941503</id><published>2008-07-07T06:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T06:10:37.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Letter From Jesus</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;As you got up this morning, I watched you and hoped you would talk to me even if it was just a few words, asking my opinion or thanking me for something good that happened in your life yesterday -- but I noticed you were too busy trying to find the right outfit to put on and wear to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited again. When you ran around the house getting ready, I knew there would be few minutes for you to stop and say hello, but you were too busy. At one point you had to wait fifteen minutes with nothing to do except to sit in a chair. Then I saw you spring to your feet. I thought you wanted to talk to me but you ran to the phone and called a friend to get the latest gossip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched as you went to school and waited patiently all day long. With all your activities I guess you were too busy to say anything to me. I noticed that before lunch you looked around, maybe you felt embarassed to talk to me, that is why you didn't bow your head. You glanced three or four tables over and you noticed some of your friends talking to me briefly before they ate, but you didn't. That's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is still more time left, and I have hope that you will talk to me even yet. You went home and it seems as if you had lots of things to do. After a few of them were done you turned on theTV. I don't know if I like TV or not, just about anything goes there &amp;amp; you spend a lot of time each day in front of it, not thinking about anything -- just enjoying the show. I waited patiently again as you watched TV and ate your meal, but again you didn't talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you did your homework I waited again. You did what you had to do. At bedtime I guess you felt too tired. After you said goodnight to your family you plopped into bed and fell asleep in no time. Thats okay, because you may not realize that I am always there for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got patience more than you will ever know. I even want to teach you how to be patient with others as well. Because I love you so much, a long time ago I left a wonderful place called Heaven and came to earth. I gave it up so that I could be ridiculed and made fun of, and I even died so you wouldn't have to take my place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you so much that I wait everyday for a nod, prayer, thought or a thankful part of your heart. It is hard to have one-sided conversation. Well you are getting up again, and once again I will wait with nothing but love for you, hoping that today you will give some time. Have a nice day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 1.3em;"&gt;Your Friend,&lt;br /&gt;JESUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108745342261369480-1733284868334941503?l=our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/feeds/1733284868334941503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/2008/07/letter-from-jesus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108745342261369480/posts/default/1733284868334941503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108745342261369480/posts/default/1733284868334941503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/2008/07/letter-from-jesus.html' title='A Letter From Jesus'/><author><name>lady gee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15695830612168802105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108745342261369480.post-2624495447224132927</id><published>2008-07-07T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T06:10:06.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FACTS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Source: Teentalk Forum, Food for the Soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KNOW THESE FACTS? &lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I SURE DIDN'T TILL NOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death is certain but the Bible speaks about untimely death!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make a personal reflection about this.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very interesting, read until the end.....&lt;br /&gt;It is written in the Bible (Galatians 6:7):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Be not deceived; God is not mocked:&lt;br /&gt;for whatsoever a man soweth,&lt;br /&gt;that shall he also reap. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Here are some men and women&lt;br /&gt;who mocked God : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;John Lennon (Singer): &lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Some years before, during his interview with an American Magazine, he said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Christianity will end, it will disappear.&lt;br /&gt;I do not have to argue about&lt;br /&gt;that. I am certain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus was ok, but his subjects were too simple, Today we are more famous than Him" (1966).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lennon, after saying that the Beatles were more famous than Jesus Christ, was shot six times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tancredo Neves (President of Brazil ): &lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the Presidential campaign, he said if he got 500,000 votes from his party, not even God would remove him from Presidency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure he got the votes, but he got sick a day before being made President, then he died. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cazuza (Bi-sexual Brazilian composer, singer and poet):&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;During A show in Canecio ( Rio de Janeiro ),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while smoking his cigarette, he puffed out some smoke into the air and said: "God, that's for you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He died at the age of 32 of AIDS in a horrible manner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The man who built the Titanic &lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;After the construction of Titanic, a reporter asked him how safe the Titanic would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With an ironic tone he said:&lt;br /&gt;"Not even God can sink it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The result: I think you all know what happened to the Titanic &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marilyn Monroe (Actress) &lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;She was visited by Billy Graham during a presentation of a show.&lt;br /&gt;He said the Spirit of God had sent him to preach to her.&lt;br /&gt;After hearing what the Preacher had to say, she said:&lt;br /&gt;"I don't need your Jesus".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week later, she was found dead in her apartment &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bon Scott (Singer)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;The ex-vocalist of the AC/DC. On one of his 1979 songs he sang:&lt;br /&gt;"Don't stop me, I'm going down all the way, down the highway to hell".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 19th of February 1980, Bon Scott was found dead, he had been choked by his own vomit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Campinas (IN 2005) &lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Campinas, Brazil a group of friends, drunk, went to pick up a friend.....&lt;br /&gt;The mother accompanied her to the car and was so worried about the drunkenness of her friends and she said to the daughter holding her hand, who was already seated in the car:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My Daughter, Go With God And May He Protect You.."&lt;br /&gt;She responded: "Only If He (God) Travels In The Trunk, Cause Inside Here.....It's Already Full "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hours later, news came by that they had been involved in a fatal accident, everyone had died,&lt;br /&gt;the car could not be recognized what type of car it had been, but surprisingly, the trunk was intact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The police said there was no way the trunk could have remained intact. To their surprise, inside the trunk was a crate of eggs, none was broken .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Christine Hewitt&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;(Jamaican Journalist and entertainer) said the Bible (Word of God) was the worst book ever written.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In June 2006 she was found burnt beyond recognition in her motor vehicle . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many more important people have forgotten that there is no other name that was given so much authority as the name of Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many have died, but only Jesus died and rose again, and he is still alive . &lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108745342261369480-2624495447224132927?l=our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/feeds/2624495447224132927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/2008/07/facts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108745342261369480/posts/default/2624495447224132927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108745342261369480/posts/default/2624495447224132927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/2008/07/facts.html' title='FACTS.'/><author><name>lady gee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15695830612168802105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108745342261369480.post-2754855236517466135</id><published>2008-07-07T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T06:08:57.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Atheist Professor and the student.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;color:navy;" &gt;credits: Teentalk Forum, Food for the Soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An Atheist Professor of Philosophy speaks to his Class on the Problem Science has with&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;GOD, The ALMIGHTY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;He asks one of his New Christian Students to stand and . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;Professor&lt;/span&gt; : You are a Christian, aren't you, son ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;Student&lt;/span&gt;    : Yes, sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;Professor&lt;/span&gt; : So you Believe in GOD ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;Student&lt;/span&gt;    : Absolutely, sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;Professor&lt;/span&gt; : Is GOD Good ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;Student&lt;/span&gt;    : Sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;Professor&lt;/span&gt; : Is GOD ALL - POWERFUL ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;Student&lt;/span&gt;    : Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;Professor&lt;/span&gt; : My Brother died of Cancer even though he Prayed to GOD to Heal him.&lt;br /&gt;                  Most of us would attempt to Help Others who are ill.&lt;br /&gt;                  But GOD didn't.&lt;br /&gt;                  How is this GOD Good then ? Hmm ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Student is silent )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;Professor &lt;/span&gt; : You can't answer, can you ?&lt;br /&gt;                  Let's start again, Young Fella.&lt;br /&gt;                  Is GOD Good ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;Student    &lt;/span&gt; : Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;Professor&lt;/span&gt; : Is Satan good ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;Student&lt;/span&gt;    : No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;Professor&lt;/span&gt; : Where does Satan come from ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;Student&lt;/span&gt;    : From . . . GOD . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;Professor&lt;/span&gt; : That's right.&lt;br /&gt;                  Tell me son, is there evil in this World ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;Student    &lt;/span&gt; : Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;Professor&lt;/span&gt; : Evil is everywhere, isn't it ?&lt;br /&gt;                  And GOD did make Everything. Correct ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;Student&lt;/span&gt;    : Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;Professor&lt;/span&gt; : So who created evil ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Student does not answer )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;Professor&lt;/span&gt; : Is there Sickness ? Immorality ? Hatred ? Ugliness ?&lt;br /&gt;                  All these terrible things exist in the World, don't they ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;Student&lt;/span&gt;    : Yes, sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;Professor&lt;/span&gt; : So, who Created them ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Student has no answer )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;Professor&lt;/span&gt; : Science says you have 5 Senses you use to Identify and Observe the World around you.&lt;br /&gt;                  Tell me, son . . . Have you ever Seen GOD ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;Student&lt;/span&gt;    : No, sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;Professor&lt;/span&gt; : Tell us if you have ever Heard your GOD ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;Student&lt;/span&gt;    : No , sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;Professor&lt;/span&gt; : Have you ever Felt your GOD, Tasted your GOD, Smelt your GOD ?&lt;br /&gt;                  Have you ever had any Sensory Perception of GOD for that matter ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;Student&lt;/span&gt;    : No, sir. I'm afraid I haven't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;Professor&lt;/span&gt; : Yet you still Believe in HIM ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;Student&lt;/span&gt;    : Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;Professor&lt;/span&gt; : According to Empirical, Testable, Demonstrable Protocol, Science says your GOD doesn't exist.&lt;br /&gt;                  What do you say to that, son ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;Student&lt;/span&gt;    : Nothing. I only have my Faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;Professor&lt;/span&gt; : Yes. Faith. And that is the Problem Science has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;Student&lt;/span&gt;    : Professor, is there such a thing as Heat ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;Professor &lt;/span&gt; : Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;Student&lt;/span&gt;    : And is there such a thing as Cold ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;Professor &lt;/span&gt; : Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;Student    &lt;/span&gt; : No sir. There isn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( The Lecture Theatre becomes very quiet with this turn of events )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;Student    &lt;/span&gt; : Sir, you can have Lots of Heat, even More Heat, Superheat, Mega Heat, White Heat, a Little Heat or No Heat. But we don't have anything called Cold.&lt;br /&gt;We can hit 458 Degrees below Zero which is No Heat, but we can't go any further after that.&lt;br /&gt;There is no such thing as Cold.&lt;br /&gt;Cold is only a Word we use to describe the Absence of Heat.&lt;br /&gt;We cannot Measure Cold.&lt;br /&gt;Heat is Energy.&lt;br /&gt;Cold is Not the Opposite of Heat, sir, just the Absence of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( There is Pin - Drop Silence in the Lecture Theatre )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;Student    &lt;/span&gt; : What about Darkness, Professor ? Is there such a thing as Darkness ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;Professor &lt;/span&gt; : Yes. What is Night if there isn't Darkness ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;Student    &lt;/span&gt; : You're wrong again, sir.&lt;br /&gt;Darkness is the Absence of Something.&lt;br /&gt;You can have Low Light, Normal Light , Bright Light, Flashing Light . . .&lt;br /&gt;But if you have No Light Constantly, you have Nothing and it's called Darkness, isn't it ?&lt;br /&gt;In reality, Darkness isn't.&lt;br /&gt;If it is, were you would be able to make Darkness Darker, wouldn't you ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;Professor &lt;/span&gt; : So what is the point you are making, Young Man ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;Student    &lt;/span&gt; : Sir, my point is your Philosophical Premise is Flawed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;Professor &lt;/span&gt; : Flawed ? Can you explain how ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;Student    &lt;/span&gt; : Sir, you are working on the Premise of Duality.&lt;br /&gt;You argue there is Life and then there is Death, a Good GOD and a Bad GOD.&lt;br /&gt;You are viewing the Concept of GOD as something finite, something we can measure.&lt;br /&gt;Sir, Science can't even explain a Thought.&lt;br /&gt;It uses Electricity and Magnetism, but has never seen, much less fully understood either one.&lt;br /&gt;To view Death as the Opposite of Life is to be ignorant of the fact that&lt;br /&gt;Death cannot exist as a Substantive Thing.&lt;br /&gt;Death is Not the Opposite of Life : just the Absence of it.&lt;br /&gt;Now tell me, Professor, do you Teach your Students that they Evolved from a Monkey ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;Professor &lt;/span&gt; : If you are referring to the Natural Evolutionary Process, yes, of course, I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;Student    &lt;/span&gt; : Have you ever observed Evolution with your own eyes, sir ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( The Professor shakes his head with a Smile, beginning to realize where the Argument is going )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;Student    &lt;/span&gt; : Since no one has ever observed the Process of Evolution at work and&lt;br /&gt;                  cannot even prove that this Process is an On - Going Endeavor,&lt;br /&gt;                  are you not Teaching your Opinion, sir ?&lt;br /&gt;                  Are you not a Scientist but a Preacher ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( The Class is in Uproar )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;Student    &lt;/span&gt; : Is there anyone in the Class who has ever Seen the Professor's Brain ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( The Class breaks out into Laughter )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;Student    &lt;/span&gt; : Is there anyone here who has ever Heard the Professor's Brain, Felt it, Touched or Smelt it ? . . .&lt;br /&gt;                  No one appears to have done so.&lt;br /&gt;                  So, according to the Established Rules of Empirical, Stable, Demonstrable Protocol, Science says that&lt;br /&gt;                  you have No Brain, sir.&lt;br /&gt;                  With all due respect, sir, how do we then Trust your Lectures, sir ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( The Room is Silent. The Professor stares at the Student, his face unfathomable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;Professor &lt;/span&gt; : I guess you'll have to take them on Faith, son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;Student    &lt;/span&gt; : That is it sir . . .&lt;br /&gt;                  the Link between Man &amp;amp; GOD is FAITH.&lt;br /&gt;                  That is all that Keeps Things Moving &amp;amp; Alive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108745342261369480-2754855236517466135?l=our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/feeds/2754855236517466135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/2008/07/atheist-professor-and-student.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108745342261369480/posts/default/2754855236517466135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108745342261369480/posts/default/2754855236517466135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/2008/07/atheist-professor-and-student.html' title='Atheist Professor and the student.'/><author><name>lady gee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15695830612168802105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108745342261369480.post-5367996844477102117</id><published>2008-07-07T05:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T05:26:59.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Cry For Revival</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A cry for revival, the cry of our hearts, the cry of this generation...THE CRY OF THIS GENERATION... A CRY OF REVIVAL, A CRY FOR REVIVAL... a revival for the nation, a revival in our homes, in our schools, in our land, in our lives... a revival for JESUS.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We pray and ask in Jesus' name, that you, who've stumbled upon this blog site, would have a personal encounter with Him. Believers and unbelievers are very welcome here. We pray, that you would continue to seek Him and would continue to ask Him to take over your life. If you are an unbeliever, and you WANT JESUS to take over your life as of now, please do pray this prayer below, and ask Jesus to take over your life:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lord, I acknowledge that I am a sinner, that I am worthless, that I am NOTHING. I admit, I am not worthy Lord, I have done many wrong things against You. Lord, as of now, I ask that You would COME and TAKE over and TAKE control of my life. I invite You to come into my heart, TO COME and to clean my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, right now, I surrender my will, my life, my all to You. Not my will be done, but Your will be done in my life. I want to have a personal encounter with You, I want to have an encounter with You, a real encounter with You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be the Lord of my life, be the Saviour of my soul. Thank You for saving me, Lord. Thank You for coming into my heart. I receive You now, as my Lord, and as my Saviour. Thank You, Jesus."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you prayed that prayer, please email us at iamladygee_08@yahoo.com or simply leave a comment in this post or a message in the shoutbox. We would love to hear from you! God bless you. Jesus loves you so much! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GEE&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/6108745342261369480-5367996844477102117?l=our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/feeds/5367996844477102117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/2008/07/cry-for-revival.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108745342261369480/posts/default/5367996844477102117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108745342261369480/posts/default/5367996844477102117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://our-alabaster-jar.blogspot.com/2008/07/cry-for-revival.html' title='A Cry For Revival'/><author><name>lady gee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15695830612168802105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
