<?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-8039756200666245122</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:06:30.864-07:00</updated><category term='children'/><category term='everlasting'/><category term='battle'/><category term='trust'/><category term='enemy'/><category term='bad'/><category term='emotion'/><category term='demons'/><category term='God'/><category term='good'/><category term='Bible'/><category term='pain'/><category term='psalm'/><category term='night'/><category term='Sunday school'/><category term='Satan'/><category term='fear'/><category term='dependance'/><category term='love'/><category term='prayer'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>Always Praying</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysalwayspraying.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039756200666245122/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysalwayspraying.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16346643019582052064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FUpK2ARmdqE/R7nTBYn5V0I/AAAAAAAAAA0/HjvmF5eiRfU/S220/STP60333.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039756200666245122.post-2264223380039111718</id><published>2008-05-13T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T15:39:30.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Conformed to His Image"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is a poem wrote for the graduating class of '58 by Shirley Crane, an alumni of Prairie Bible Inst. I thought it was really awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lord, cut, Lord carve, Lord wound me with the crosses that You choose, to perfect in me Your image!&lt;br /&gt;Lord, remove all the dross and lumps of pride, and love of self, and love of idols.&lt;br /&gt;You see blemishes and blots You cannot use, for they so mare the image, and defile the glory You would have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, Cut.&lt;br /&gt;You see my worldly craving for all that life may have in store.&lt;br /&gt;I would not seek for that which grieves You, and so I pray that with some kind of trial, You will remove the roots of worldliness, and make me more like You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, carve.&lt;br /&gt;I fear that deep within this life that others see, You see pride.&lt;br /&gt;O Lord, I have no cause to boast: It's Your life in me that counts. Do, Lord Jesus, carve out pride; and with some rough, deadly cross that You shall choose, wither its roots, and let it die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, wound.&lt;br /&gt;You were wounded sore, and scorned, and shamed.&lt;br /&gt;Who, then, am I, that I should seek an easier way, and ask that You make me just like You without the wounding of a cross?&lt;br /&gt;So wound me, Lord, that I may learn by pain, that I hurt others by thoughtless words and careless deeds, and in hurting them, hurt You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, perfect in me Your image!&lt;br /&gt;Make each cross a chisel that will take away all self, and pride, and dross;&lt;br /&gt;And when it's through, I pray the world may see nought else of me;&lt;br /&gt;But see, instead, the image of the Savior, and give all glory, Lord, to Thee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Image&quot;'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16346643019582052064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FUpK2ARmdqE/R7nTBYn5V0I/AAAAAAAAAA0/HjvmF5eiRfU/S220/STP60333.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039756200666245122.post-5609021801450607203</id><published>2008-03-27T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T07:41:16.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Psalm 62:5-6</title><content type='html'>As I was reading these verses this morning, it stuck out to me like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Waiting only for God,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Expecting only from God, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Depending only on God,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saved only by God,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fighting with only God's strength, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And I'll be alright. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8039756200666245122-5609021801450607203?l=alwaysalwayspraying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysalwayspraying.blogspot.com/feeds/5609021801450607203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039756200666245122&amp;postID=5609021801450607203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039756200666245122/posts/default/5609021801450607203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039756200666245122/posts/default/5609021801450607203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysalwayspraying.blogspot.com/2008/03/psalm-625-6.html' title='Psalm 62:5-6'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16346643019582052064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FUpK2ARmdqE/R7nTBYn5V0I/AAAAAAAAAA0/HjvmF5eiRfU/S220/STP60333.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039756200666245122.post-2934815218610730632</id><published>2008-03-09T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T19:03:17.995-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trust'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dependance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pain'/><title type='text'>"If only you knew how much I love you..."</title><content type='html'>I pray to my God, the God of my salvation.&lt;br /&gt;I do not ask Him to show me the future,&lt;br /&gt;Nor do I petition that He show me a solution.&lt;br /&gt;What I ask is just that I may learn to trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My emotions  get so out of wack many days,&lt;br /&gt;I feel confused, excited, disappointed, upset,&lt;br /&gt;Ecstatic,  exhausted, and sick... all at once.&lt;br /&gt;Most of all, though, I crave dependence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To learn to trust God with these emotions&lt;br /&gt;Is what He asks of me, honestly and openly.&lt;br /&gt;"It hurts to give You what I must lay down...&lt;br /&gt;....but when I let go, freedom is found...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And what about this? What about that?"&lt;br /&gt;I ask God, forgetting about the resolve to trust.&lt;br /&gt;Coming to the conclusion that I have no excuse,&lt;br /&gt;I tell God, "It just hurts; it just hurts too much."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the midst of all of my confusion and pain,&lt;br /&gt;He is ever faithful, and it always amazes me.&lt;br /&gt;As I wait in silence and expectation before Him,&lt;br /&gt;He says, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"If only you knew how much I love you..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8039756200666245122-2934815218610730632?l=alwaysalwayspraying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysalwayspraying.blogspot.com/feeds/2934815218610730632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039756200666245122&amp;postID=2934815218610730632' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039756200666245122/posts/default/2934815218610730632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039756200666245122/posts/default/2934815218610730632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysalwayspraying.blogspot.com/2008/03/if-only-you-knew-how-much-i-love-you.html' title='&quot;If only you knew how much I love you...&quot;'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16346643019582052064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FUpK2ARmdqE/R7nTBYn5V0I/AAAAAAAAAA0/HjvmF5eiRfU/S220/STP60333.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039756200666245122.post-3564080383391770725</id><published>2008-02-19T17:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T12:35:17.700-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bible'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='psalm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dependance'/><title type='text'>Happiness of Trusting in God</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I will bless my God all the time! His praise is what I'm going to speak of continually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Look at what God has done! Look at who God is!  How magnificent He is!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I will only boast in the Lord, being humble and glad before Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Please, will you sing His praise with me? Together, lets exalt Him!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I search for God earnestly. He hears me and delivers me from my fears and worries. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've seen that those who look to God receive joy, and do not have to be ashamed before Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In my poverty of heart, I cry to God. God hears me and saves me from my trouble. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Angels guard over me as I trust in God, delivering me from demons and their lies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Come on, let's delight in the Lord! Taste, see how good He is! Trust in Him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Fear Him, for He is almighty. What more could you want other than His blessings?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is true: Those who don't fear and seek God die of spiritual starvation. Really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But those who seek God will not lack &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;any &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;good thing. God gives them &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;every &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;good thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I long to teach the children the fear of the Lord. Please don't withhold this good from them!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Who loves life? God gives life to those who obey. Who wants to live a long time? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Don't speak of evil - not a hint!! Keep yourself from speaking deceit and lies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Leave &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;evil, even evil games, and don't go back. Seek peace, yes, pursue peace!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;God watches the righteous and He hears them when they cry. He is attentive to help them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But those who are doing evil? Not so! He will cut them off, not even want to remember them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Lord is so close to the one with a broken heart, a shattered heart. Do you know this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Lord saves the sinner who now has a sense of guilt and the desire for atonement!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Those living in righteousness have many hurts, but God delivers them from all of it in His time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Those who live evil will also die because of their evil. Don't be deceived by prosperity preaching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Check out what God does: gives redemption for the souls of His servants!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No one who trusts and depends on God will be condemned. Depend on God for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Truths From Psalm 34)&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/8039756200666245122-3564080383391770725?l=alwaysalwayspraying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysalwayspraying.blogspot.com/feeds/3564080383391770725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039756200666245122&amp;postID=3564080383391770725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039756200666245122/posts/default/3564080383391770725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039756200666245122/posts/default/3564080383391770725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysalwayspraying.blogspot.com/2008/02/happiness-of-trusting-in-god.html' title='Happiness of Trusting in God'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16346643019582052064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FUpK2ARmdqE/R7nTBYn5V0I/AAAAAAAAAA0/HjvmF5eiRfU/S220/STP60333.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039756200666245122.post-6938042054715209599</id><published>2008-02-17T15:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T20:36:11.533-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bible'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunday school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='battle'/><title type='text'>The Underlying Spiritual Battle in Sunday School</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Battling with personal struggles, I memorized 2 Corinthians 10:3-6, "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;For though we walk in the flesh, we do not wage war according to the flesh. For the weapons of our warfare are not carnal, but mighty in God for pulling down strongholds, casting down arguments, and every high thing that exalts itself against the knowledge of God. Bringing every thought into captivity into the obedience of Christ, and being ready to punish all disobedience when your obediance is fulfilled. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;" I'm seeing how much every struggle in my life should be fought with our spiritual weapons which are soooooooooooooooooooooo much more powerful than carnal, because my life is 100% spiritual! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;This past week, God's been asking me to get up early to pray for my Sunday school kids. I have been, most days. Last night I stayed up kind of late because I couldnt think of approprate games and visuals to go with the story, Feeding of the 5000 and how we need to share Gods word with others! I sensed that I needed to pray all the more, and that there was something that Satan was trying to discourage me over. This morning, I was much to tired at 6:30 to pray.  I was SO emotionally exhausted that I didn't really even want to pray. But, realizing it was the devil trying to stop me from God's work, I did anyway. And am I ever glad I did! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;After the service, I went to the classroom. Utter chaos. When all the kids got there, I had 18 K-2ed graders. My 13 year old helper wanted to let the kids tackle him more than he put effort into help teach...  Jessica, my strong-willed child who is allergic to practically everything, coincidently wanted to eat everything!! (The classroom does have a lot of candy and food belonging to the school teacher.)  Her dad was teaching 2&amp;amp;3s next door, and didnt have a much help either. I knew I couldn't send her over there to disrupt his class. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Sooooooo it was like: Ate Spongebob candy from the teacher's desk, Crabby Patty candy in the trash, apologized to me and to God for stealing, time out. Crabby Patty out of garbage and into mouth, spit it out in the trash, moved to another timeout. Hit someone, time out. Talked and prayed, out of time out and hit someone, time out. Snuck out of classroom, timeout. Out of time out, forcefully would not share toy mice, time out. Stole a cookie that may have had traces of peanuts, timeout. Held wiggly girl on lap while kids colored page and we (tried to) talk about God's love and power for self-control. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;But Jessica was not the only one who demanded attention! Her sister Johanna wanted to follow her disobedience! Trying to run out of class to her dad next door who also had his hands full, Johanna was in time and on my lap a lot too! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"I want my dad..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; "I know, but hes teaching too." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"I want my dad!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; "I understand, but we are going to have so much fun and learn so much today!" "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I want my dad..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;and on and on and on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Meanwhile, Leam has some major trouble trying to get down the ladder. Please, kids, do not stand or sit on the counters. No running in class, someones going to get hurt. Micah, Caleb, and Christopher think its the most awesome idea to play tackle dog pile while yelling as loud as they can, and then hide Micah's shoes. As I'm talking to Milly who is complaining that Elam stole her doll, I realize that the tower of boys in the dog pile is getting MUCH too rowdy! Asking Micah to get up and the boys off of him, more kids come in!! Praying constantly for strength and wisdom, I see that we are ready to start class. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Could go into greater detail about how class was..... but that was how it was the entire time. We had about three group talks like: "Put your hand on your head if your listening. *1 min later* I still see kids with hands not on heads. *1 min later* Okay. Guys, its too rowdy in here today. We need to settle down, okay? No running or standing on chairs or tables. Eyes up here. What are some ways we can pay attention to the Bible lesson?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I left wondering if and praying that some of them would take something to heart. As I was leaving, Leam ran to give me a hug goodbye. After he let go, I asked him "Did you like Sunday school?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"Yeah!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; "What was your favorite part?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; "Snack!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; "Oh yeah? What was the lesson on?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"Sharing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;!" Okay, maybe he did understand, some. I guess I wont ever know what God does in the hearts of children I teach. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Back at lunch, Kristine asked, "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Isnt there that verse that says not to give up when teaching?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; "You mean 1 Corinthians 15:58- be steadfast, unmovable, always abounding in love, knowing that your labor for the Lord is not in vain?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"Yeah! hahaha."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Shes right anyway. And the battle isn't ours, nor is it physical. I'm going to take up the armor of God so that I can stand against these wiles! Praying continuously! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8039756200666245122-6938042054715209599?l=alwaysalwayspraying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysalwayspraying.blogspot.com/feeds/6938042054715209599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039756200666245122&amp;postID=6938042054715209599' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039756200666245122/posts/default/6938042054715209599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039756200666245122/posts/default/6938042054715209599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysalwayspraying.blogspot.com/2008/02/battling-with-personal-struggles-i.html' title='The Underlying Spiritual Battle in Sunday School'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16346643019582052064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FUpK2ARmdqE/R7nTBYn5V0I/AAAAAAAAAA0/HjvmF5eiRfU/S220/STP60333.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039756200666245122.post-4028520262753659074</id><published>2008-02-08T14:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T11:29:41.410-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bible'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='night'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='enemy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Satan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='battle'/><title type='text'>Jessica's Understanding of Our Battle</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Jessica is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thee &lt;/span&gt;strongest-willed child I have ever met. She's 7 years old and the second oldest of her 3 siblings, Joclinne, Johanna, and Josiah who I babysit. Jessica has Epilepsy, characterized by seizures, a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lot &lt;/span&gt;of meds, allergies to practically &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everything &lt;/span&gt;and low mental capacity when tired. Given, these things are true about her. But she fascinates me by her strong will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time I babysat these kids, Jessica saw Johanna put a Band-Aid on her arm. Jessica was then was completely convinced that it was Band-Aid Day the next day and we urgently needed to prepare by unwrapping as many adhesive bandages as possible and stick them to the furniture!!  Also, masking tape name tags on everyone including the stuffed animals added to the beauty of Band-Aid day. Knowing that her parents would not appreciate adhesive bandages or masking tape on the floor or wood furniture, I told her, "Band-Aids are only for people, and the tape is not to go on any furniture or floor. Otherwise, have fun! Okay?" Not okay. She was in time out every five minutes for adhesive bandages on the furniture and floor. Despite this, I still found more on the furniture after she went to bed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But putting her to bed was another story altogether. After the other kids had gone to sleep, she was still awake and wanted to get out of bed. With a plea to God, "Let her fall asleep soon...," I went to talk to her. (Thankfully she was sleeping in her parents bed so as not to wake up her sisters.) Here is what our conversation was like: &lt;br /&gt;"Jessica, you need to stay in bed now." &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because its time to go to sleep." &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But I dont want to."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But your dad said that bedtime is 7:30 and it's past that now." &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But I'm not tired."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did you know that God wants you to obey your dad? And that by obeying, you make God happy... but if you choose to disobey, it makes Him sad?" &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And if you choose not to obey, it makes the devil, Satan, who is God's enemy, happy. Do you want to make Satan happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Who's Satan?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"God's enemy." &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whats an emeny?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Its who we fight against in a battle." &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*wide eyes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "Whats a battle?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Like a war... only this war is one that we cannot see." &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*wider eyes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "Why not?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;"Well can you see God, who wants good? Can you see His enemy, the devil, who wants bad?" &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No... why not?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because God wants us to have faith. If we could see Him with our eyes, it wouldn't be faith. But just like we cant see God or His enemy, Satan, we can't see the battle that we are in for God." &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But you first have to be on God's team if you want to fight for Him. Have you ever asked Jesus into your life to be in charge?" &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah I did!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Great!!!! Well then YOU can  fight on God side in this special battle against Satan and his bad stuff." &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whats a battle?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's like a war... only this war is special and even more important because we can't see it and because it makes up how we live." &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ooooooooohhhhhh....." (I could hear the *click*)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*As I look at one hand,*&lt;/span&gt; "God made you and He loves you. He wants you to obey Him and choose to do good things, like obey your parents and people in charge."&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Like you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, like me. Other good things that God wants you to do are like being kind to your sisters and brother, doing your best in school, and when you get older, teaching other people to obey Him." &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hmm..."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*As I look at my other hand,*&lt;/span&gt; "But the devil, God's enemy, wants you to obey &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;. He wants you to choose bad things... like disobeying your parents, hitting other people, lying, and telling others to do bad things. But you can't obey both God and Satan! Who are you going to chose to obey, fight for?" &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ummmm........"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who do you want to win the battle?"  I silently ask God to make the situation clear to her.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*She looks at both of my hands,* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"......God."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Awesome! Well in the book of Ephesians, the Bible talks about some special armor for you to wear in the battle. You cant see the armor either. But I'll have to tell you about it next time I come over because its getting pretty late."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After "goodnight"s, and I start to leave, I wonder if she has actually paid attention, and pray that she did. But maybe she just wanted to talk in order to stay up later (she would!!). Maybe she is too tired to actually take it to heart. Maybe she wanted the extra one-on-one time. Maybe..... maybe.... maybe.....  But then I hear her as I leave, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I'll be thinkin' about all that...." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*yawn*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;She is going to grow up just as strong-willed as she is now, perhaps more so. If she chooses to believe the Bible with everything she is, she will rarely think of turning from what she believes or rejecting her relationship with God. Her sisters and friends follow her now; what will happen when shes an adult? She's strong, very strong, in will.... God will use her in mighty ways as she chooses to let Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be like Jessica and the determined spirit she has.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/8039756200666245122-4028520262753659074?l=alwaysalwayspraying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysalwayspraying.blogspot.com/feeds/4028520262753659074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039756200666245122&amp;postID=4028520262753659074' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039756200666245122/posts/default/4028520262753659074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039756200666245122/posts/default/4028520262753659074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysalwayspraying.blogspot.com/2008/02/jessicas-understanding-of-our-battle.html' title='Jessica&apos;s Understanding of Our Battle'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16346643019582052064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FUpK2ARmdqE/R7nTBYn5V0I/AAAAAAAAAA0/HjvmF5eiRfU/S220/STP60333.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039756200666245122.post-6356188802886869262</id><published>2008-02-05T15:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T11:30:05.814-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='night'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='demons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everlasting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dependance'/><title type='text'>Most Fearful Night</title><content type='html'>I can write about it now because I am not so fearful and I realize that this night has been very powerful to me. I realized (what I needed to know of) the extent of God's strength and dependability. He is everlasting. Everything life-sustaining comes from Him. Everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a Friday night last November and my roommate Tracy was gone for the weekend. Though I had enough sleep the previous night, I was very exhausted, weary, and emotionally drained.  I went to bed asking God for a hug. I told Him that if He wouldn't uphold me, there was not a point to life. As I laid in bed, I realized that the whole day I had tried to keep busy to preoccupy my mind from where it would wander and worry. But now it was time to sleep, and I couldn't. I was finally still enough to let my mind wander, but it was too painful to let it wander. I clutched my stuffed animals and doll for comfort, but they weren't enough. I asked God for a hug again. In every way but physically, He gave me a hug. In emotions, in thoughts, in response, I knew He was "hugging" me. I grabbed my Bible and placed it next to my pillow. Putting my hand on its pages, I recited to myself as many Psalms as I could in any order they came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"The Lord is my strength and my shield, my heart trusted in Him and I am helped... Trust in Him at all times you people. Pour out your heart before Him, God is a refuge for us... may the words of my mouth and the meditations of my heart be pleasing to You, oh God my Rock and my Redeemer... The Lord is my Shepard, I shall not want...  show me Your ways, oh Lord, teach me Your paths... You have been a shelter for me, a strong tower from the enemy... yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will not fear.... In the multitude of anxieties within me, Your comforts delight my soul.... My heart is stricken and withered like grass so that I forget to eat.... but You, O Lord shall endure forever.... My flesh and my heart fail; but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever.... I acknowledged my sin to You, and my iniquity I have not hidden. I said, "I will confess my transgressions to the Lord," and You forgave the iniquity of my heart... You are my hiding place, You shall preserve me from trouble; You shall surround me with songs of deliverance... When I remember You on my bed, I meditate on You in the night watches. Because You have been my help, therefore in the shadow of Your wings I will rejoice........"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And I fell asleep, for a few hours. I woke up sweaty at 3 AM because I had left my computer on and it was being loud. I was actually quite relieved to wake up, even though I woke up with a bad feeling as if I had been dreaming a nightmare. But what happened then felt much worse than any nightmare. I thought to myself, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"If I don't fall asleep again, I am going to be dreadfully tired in the morning." &lt;/span&gt;So I turned off my computer and tried to fall back to sleep. It became so quiet in my room. I heard a suggestion come from somewhere, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Even if you don't fall asleep, you will still be dreadfully tired in the morning!"&lt;/span&gt; I knew it was half true. If I was depending on myself or anyone else, I'd be 100% exhausted. Only if I was depending on God would I have energy. Another suggestion came, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"This time you are in too much pain for God to help you out. You are beyond His help! Your sin is too great!!"&lt;/span&gt; I knew it was a lie, but I was scared. I knew there were demons in my room. I turned my computer back on; I thought I needed the noise. I turned the light on and got some soft Nichole Nordeman music playing, singing the Lord's promises. I wrote in my journal, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Dear God, Its 4 am and Im really scared. I know that You are stronger than my fears... and demons. 'You are my hiding place. You shall preserve me from trouble...' God, I want to leave this place. I want to get out of here. Not physically, but emotionally. O please God! You ARE my light and my salvation!!! Why am I so fearful?? Everything within me says, 'Cry!' Why, God? I desperately need Your help! Im tired to... no, exhausted, fatigued.... and Im scared.... I want peace internally. You are my life. Love, Joanna."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;With that, I turned off the overhead light and turned on my little lamp. I left the music playing very softly and laid back down. From somewhere in the room came the thought, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"See what you got yourself in to? Its all your fault- all your pain. And its just too much for God." &lt;/span&gt;And again, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"See? God lied. Your sin is simply too much for Him. Your on your own now." &lt;/span&gt;They kept taunting me. I was suddenly extremely terrified of the demons touching me. Hiding under the covers hugging my Bible, I again claimed the promises from Psalms which I had memorized. I asked God, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"God did you really mean that you could save me as bad as I am? Are they right? Can they touch me?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And He communicated in my heart, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Joanna, you are mine. I love you forever and wont let you go. 'I will never leave you nor forsake you.' They cant touch you. Know that I love you." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accepting His love and admitting to God that the demons were right in that I was in pain, I told God, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I've sinned. Now I hurt and here's why..." &lt;/span&gt;In my heart, God said,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "I know." "But God... I hurt so bad..." "Joanna, I know. I've always been with you. I feel your pain, I carry your burden." &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Psalm 68:19, I knew it was true. Knowing that God wouldn't mind if I gave Him a little vent of my depressed feelings anyway, I started again. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"God, I hurt and heres w-" "I know," &lt;/span&gt;He interjected. This time it was a relief, as if I had vented all my emotions to Him without words involved. I knew I didn't need to put the effort into telling Him all of it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I knew that my heart was then "poured out before Him" (Psalm 62). I thought, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Wow, its already like 5 am and I doubt that I will fall back to sleep. I'm going to be exhausted." &lt;/span&gt;And then I realized the truth, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"If I rely on myself or others for sleep, I will fail and be exhausted. But God can give me the stigma that sleep would. I 'do not wage war according to the flesh.' God is my stronghold." &lt;/span&gt;I relaxed in God's father-like embrace and gave up fighting to sleep. I didn't fall asleep again, but truly rested in His arms. For the next day, I had more energy and strength than I had for the entire previous semester.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I will strive to live Psalm 63:6-8 to God forever: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"When I remember You on my bed, I meditate on You in the night watches. Because You have been my help, therefore in the shadow of Your wings I will rejoice. My soul follows close behind You. Your right hand upholds me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8039756200666245122-6356188802886869262?l=alwaysalwayspraying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysalwayspraying.blogspot.com/feeds/6356188802886869262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039756200666245122&amp;postID=6356188802886869262' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039756200666245122/posts/default/6356188802886869262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039756200666245122/posts/default/6356188802886869262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysalwayspraying.blogspot.com/2008/02/most-fearful-night.html' title='Most Fearful Night'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16346643019582052064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FUpK2ARmdqE/R7nTBYn5V0I/AAAAAAAAAA0/HjvmF5eiRfU/S220/STP60333.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039756200666245122.post-6389707519490922966</id><published>2007-12-07T20:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T11:30:30.641-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='psalm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everlasting'/><title type='text'>The Lord's Eternal Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hear my prayer, O Lord, and let my plea come before You.&lt;br /&gt;Please let me sense your presence in times of trouble.&lt;br /&gt;Listen to me, my God, and when I call, please answer me quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My time on earth is consumed so quickly, and my bones will soon perish.&lt;br /&gt;My heart feels so wounded and scared that I forget to eating anything.&lt;br /&gt;When I cry so much, my skin is clammy, and musculoskeletal system is weak.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a lonely bird and sometimes lie awake at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demons taunt me all day long, telling me lies about my self-worth.&lt;br /&gt;Why eat? It tastes kinda like ashes now. I cry so much and I get so thirsty.&lt;br /&gt;You are such a holy God, and I am so sinful! How could You love me?!&lt;br /&gt;I cannot be with You of my own. Have you cast me away from Your side?&lt;br /&gt;My life is like a shadow that lengthens, and it withers like grass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But You, O Lord, will remain the same, unchanging, forever!&lt;br /&gt;The remembrance of who You are will be known through all generations!&lt;br /&gt;You will arise; You will have mercy on Your people who sin against You.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, in fact, the time has come, and even today you have mercy on them!&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, Your servant takes pleasure in watching Your power.&lt;br /&gt;You have heard her cry, and miraculously, You care for her worthless life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All the nations will have fear the Lord's character, for He is holy,&lt;br /&gt;And all of the authorities of this earth will tremble at His astounding glory.&lt;br /&gt;For the Lord will build up His people once again, and show His glory.&lt;br /&gt;He will hear the prayer of the desperate and lonely person,&lt;br /&gt;In fact, He loves to hear their prayer. He will no doubt help them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O God, Your faithfulness and love have been written down in Your Word,&lt;br /&gt;That the generation yet to be created will understand and praise You!&lt;br /&gt;So urgently, I need to tell the children of Your unfailing love and compassion,&lt;br /&gt;To see them understand, love You, and worship You- to live solely for Your glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Your holy throne in heaven, You look upon this earth with compassion.&lt;br /&gt;You hear the groans and cries of the suffering people, and You love them.&lt;br /&gt;You will faithfully save those in the bondage of sin and bound to eternal death.&lt;br /&gt;Then Your name shall be exalted because of Your compassion and salvation.&lt;br /&gt;When Your people come together, we will serve You humbly as one in Your love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But even so, God, right now it seems as though you have made me even weaker than before.&lt;br /&gt;Have You made my life seem even shorter than the few years you gave me in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;My Lord, I asked You to help me understand! I asked You to not take away the life in me.&lt;br /&gt;Almighty God, Your years are throughout the generations of people You have created!&lt;br /&gt;YOU were the One who laid the foundation of this earth on which I live.&lt;br /&gt;YOU were the One who crafted the incredibly beautiful sky above me.&lt;br /&gt;All this You have made! But your creation will perish. You, however, will endure forever!!!&lt;br /&gt;Like clothes, they get dirty and worn out... and You will be the One to change them.&lt;br /&gt;But You... You never ever change!!! The years You live... Your years have no end!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please help us, Your servants, to continually serve You, the unchanging God.&lt;br /&gt;Let us teach the children of your unchanging love and faithfulness,&lt;br /&gt;That they too might serve You forever, and the generation after them as well!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8039756200666245122-6389707519490922966?l=alwaysalwayspraying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysalwayspraying.blogspot.com/feeds/6389707519490922966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039756200666245122&amp;postID=6389707519490922966' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039756200666245122/posts/default/6389707519490922966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039756200666245122/posts/default/6389707519490922966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysalwayspraying.blogspot.com/2007/12/lords-eternal-love.html' title='The Lord&apos;s Eternal Love'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16346643019582052064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FUpK2ARmdqE/R7nTBYn5V0I/AAAAAAAAAA0/HjvmF5eiRfU/S220/STP60333.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
