<?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-3390009275270928285</id><updated>2011-10-24T18:29:23.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something Worth Chewing</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingworthchewing.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390009275270928285/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingworthchewing.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Van Wynsberg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OQHob6nMubs/TqYQ6r7DkII/AAAAAAAACQc/JFrfMgx-CMk/s220/lipstick.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3390009275270928285.post-2202081617056659168</id><published>2009-03-19T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T11:24:10.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Know your God, and know yourself.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "The unexamined life is not worth living." Socrates&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; When reading this quote by Socrates the first thought that comes to mind is the scripture from Psalm 26:2 where David states, "Examine me, O LORD, and try me; Test my mind and my heart."  The fact that David is asking God, the creator of the universe to examine his life makes it evident to me that as Christian's we need to also.  I believe Socrates statement is saying, that, without examination of our lives we leave no room for growth, but instead we stay stagnant, giving up on what has been given to us, which is the gift of life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This statement personally rings true to me because without examination of my own life I may have never come to know God and the saving power of Jesus Christ.  Socrates was challenging his students to not accept the beliefs and traditions of that time without examining them first.  Examination of oneself is the key to helping make the world a better place.  Change, happiness, wholeness, creativity, life, liberty, justice, salvation, and freedom all begin with the individual. Without examination in a person’s life they could go on hurting themselves or others around them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A person who lives an examined life is someone who looks at the past and learns from it in order to make the future a better place.  They are able to grow spiritually and mentally, which can lead to an even greater effect on the lives of other people. Examining ones life can be for selfish gain, but as a Christian, examination is a way to allow God to change our hearts and minds in order that we may grow more in Christ and effectively minister Him to the world.&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/3390009275270928285-2202081617056659168?l=somethingworthchewing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingworthchewing.blogspot.com/feeds/2202081617056659168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3390009275270928285&amp;postID=2202081617056659168&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390009275270928285/posts/default/2202081617056659168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390009275270928285/posts/default/2202081617056659168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingworthchewing.blogspot.com/2009/03/know-your-god-and-know-yourself.html' title='Know your God, and know yourself.'/><author><name>Van Wynsberg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OQHob6nMubs/TqYQ6r7DkII/AAAAAAAACQc/JFrfMgx-CMk/s220/lipstick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3390009275270928285.post-8854923101367610665</id><published>2009-03-05T09:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T09:37:38.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pause - reflect - examine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Stop trying to find yourself ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; and instead start being yourself.&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/3390009275270928285-8854923101367610665?l=somethingworthchewing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingworthchewing.blogspot.com/feeds/8854923101367610665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3390009275270928285&amp;postID=8854923101367610665&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390009275270928285/posts/default/8854923101367610665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390009275270928285/posts/default/8854923101367610665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingworthchewing.blogspot.com/2009/03/pause-reflect-examine.html' title='pause - reflect - examine'/><author><name>Van Wynsberg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OQHob6nMubs/TqYQ6r7DkII/AAAAAAAACQc/JFrfMgx-CMk/s220/lipstick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3390009275270928285.post-273966293656776574</id><published>2009-02-26T09:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T09:43:01.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Katharina A. von Schlegel expresses it all too well...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Be still, my soul: the Lord is on thy side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Bear patiently the cross of grief or pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Leave to thy God to order and provide;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In every change, He faithful will remain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Be still, my soul: thy best, thy heav’nly Friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Through thorny ways leads to a joyful end. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be still, my soul: thy God doth undertake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;To guide the future, as He has the past.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thy hope, thy confidence let nothing shake;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;All now mysterious shall be bright at last.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Be still, my soul: the waves and winds still know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;His voice Who ruled them while He dwelt below. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be still, my soul: when dearest friends depart,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And all is darkened in the vale of tears,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then shalt thou better know His love, His heart,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Who comes to soothe thy sorrow and thy fears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Be still, my soul: thy Jesus can repay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;From His own fullness all He takes away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be still, my soul: the hour is hast’ning on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When we shall be forever with the Lord.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When disappointment, grief, and fear are gone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sorrow forgot, love’s purest joys restored.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Be still, my soul: when change and tears are past&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;All safe and blessed we shall meet at last. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be still, my soul: begin the song of praise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;On earth, believing, to Thy Lord on high;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Acknowledge Him in all thy words and ways,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So shall He view thee with a well-pleased eye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Be still, my soul: the Sun of life divine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Through passing clouds shall but more brightly shine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rbc.org/devotionals/our-daily-bread/2008/12/26/devotion.aspx"&gt;Link&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3390009275270928285-273966293656776574?l=somethingworthchewing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingworthchewing.blogspot.com/feeds/273966293656776574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3390009275270928285&amp;postID=273966293656776574&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390009275270928285/posts/default/273966293656776574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390009275270928285/posts/default/273966293656776574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingworthchewing.blogspot.com/2009/02/be-still-my-soul-lord-is-on-thy-side.html' title='Katharina A. von Schlegel expresses it all too well...'/><author><name>Van Wynsberg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OQHob6nMubs/TqYQ6r7DkII/AAAAAAAACQc/JFrfMgx-CMk/s220/lipstick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3390009275270928285.post-5463357012070405484</id><published>2009-02-08T16:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T07:03:31.111-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain...</title><content type='html'>...is something I am all too familiar with, as I am sure most people are. Though it be physical, mental, emotional, spiritual - we all experience pain; some more than others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a poem (if I can call it that) that I wrote the other day that ties in with all that has been going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pain Remains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My questions go unanswered&lt;br /&gt;My feelings go untamed&lt;br /&gt;My nerves go un-ended&lt;br /&gt;My reasons go unnamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without looking for answers&lt;br /&gt;without feeling the pain,&lt;br /&gt;I would have never known&lt;br /&gt;the meaning of saying your name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you see the good in me -&lt;br /&gt;- even when I'm down?&lt;br /&gt;why do you love me -&lt;br /&gt;- though my knees hit the ground?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel as though&lt;br /&gt;I am looking through death eyes -&lt;br /&gt;- no life, no light beaming from mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pain from the beginning&lt;br /&gt;pain from the end&lt;br /&gt;pain within me, trying to be my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pain comes without answers-&lt;br /&gt;- destroying in a whim&lt;br /&gt;pain desensitizes me -&lt;br /&gt;- from love,&lt;br /&gt;from life,&lt;br /&gt;from hearing my God above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though the pain remains,&lt;br /&gt;retrieves me &amp;amp; holds me back&lt;br /&gt;God take my right hand&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; says, "I'm stronger than that"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He steps beneath my shadows&lt;br /&gt;begins to clear a spot&lt;br /&gt;says he'll stay forever&lt;br /&gt;planted like a rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anchored through the darkness&lt;br /&gt;swaying through the rain -&lt;br /&gt;- this must be love...&lt;br /&gt;...He who stays through the pain.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300597855612785442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rQfsJz1yqr8/SY-Bqnj_UyI/AAAAAAAABpA/TKZtyHVFpQ4/s400/15127385_3767911_hope.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, my family and I have been going through a Storm, more like a hurricane of pain, of sorrow, of hurt. Unexpected, unwanted, un-cherished things have taken pressitant on our hearts and minds; things that we must face in order to ever get through it, things that will not go away fast, but instead will linger with time, things that may cause problems in the future, things that challenge our faith in God, things that make us feel weak, and unable to smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been so hurt and so disappointed with what has happened that it makes it hard to see the good things too. Thankfully God is faithful, and has placed wonderful people in my life and my families life to encourage us through this tough time. It's hard though, I want to be happy all the time, but that is nearly impossible, and when I do actually feel happy, I begin to feel guilty about it, as if I'm selfish for feeling anything but pain. I am still trying to wrap my head around why I get tangled in those feelings; the guilty feelings of happiness - The only conclusion I can really come up with at this time, is that when I am happy, something in me just knows that someone else probably isn't happy, and I feel bad that I get to experience that joy, and they can't. Would that be a martyr mentality? I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"The Son of God suffered unto the death, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;not that men might not suffer, but that their&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sufferings might be like His."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-George MacDonald &lt;em&gt;- Unspoken Sermons, First Series&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though all this is happening, good is their too, because and ONLY because God is real, God is good, and God is here.. with us, for us, and never leaving us. &lt;strong&gt;This hard time has been taking my heart deeper, challenging the unchallengeable things within me, reminding me of the need I have for my Savior.&lt;/strong&gt; Reminding me that I don't always have the answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how C. S. Lewis puts it in his book, "The Problem of Pain"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"You asked for a loving God: you have one. The great spirit you so lightly invoke, the 'lord of terrible aspect',is present: not a senile benevolence that drowsily wishes you to be happy in your own way, not the cold philanthropy of a conscientious magistrate, nor the care of a host who feels responsible for the comfort of his guests, but the consuming fire Himself, the Love that made the worlds, persistent as the artists love for his work and despotic as a man's love for a dog, provident and venerable as a father's love for a child, jealous, inexorable, exacting as love between the sexes."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if only I could actually live this out and know it with out hesitation.. I guess that's where grace, mercy and all those needed fancy words come in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a journey- I know we will get through, I know God's love is real, and is their, and is bigger than we can even imagine. I just pray the best for both parties, the protection of his little ones, the strength for his carriers, &amp;amp; the wisdom for his "wise".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3390009275270928285-5463357012070405484?l=somethingworthchewing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingworthchewing.blogspot.com/feeds/5463357012070405484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3390009275270928285&amp;postID=5463357012070405484&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390009275270928285/posts/default/5463357012070405484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390009275270928285/posts/default/5463357012070405484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingworthchewing.blogspot.com/2009/02/pain.html' title='Pain...'/><author><name>Van Wynsberg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OQHob6nMubs/TqYQ6r7DkII/AAAAAAAACQc/JFrfMgx-CMk/s220/lipstick.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rQfsJz1yqr8/SY-Bqnj_UyI/AAAAAAAABpA/TKZtyHVFpQ4/s72-c/15127385_3767911_hope.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3390009275270928285.post-5603143394374555075</id><published>2009-01-14T09:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T09:57:00.767-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Vision would I have if I knew I would succeed?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQfsJz1yqr8/SW4kOFW12CI/AAAAAAAABm8/PeJRC6qJgVY/s1600-h/untitled55edited.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here are the notes I took in convocation today - the notes are brief, but it is really what I needed to hear. I was up very late last night tossing and turning in bed dwelling on all that I am not, and all that I fail to do on a daily bases. I am frustrated at how behind I get in certain things. My goal is to try and work harder at not putting things off, because in the end I am only miserable, wishing I had tackled each thing as it came my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notes: Speaker: Dr. Townes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Vision would I have if I knew I would succeed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vision is not realistic without barriers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Path - vision must lead u somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flowers- Vision needs some enjoyable items&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birds-Vision should make your spirit sour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See a vision - own a vision - share a vision&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habakkuk 2:1-4 write the vision...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must wait by faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vision comes to the spiritually alert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vision gets stronger when u communicate with God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The vision becomes the person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need eyes to see what God can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Write the vision. Write your dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U need patience &amp;amp; flexibility to realize your vision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tie your vision to your faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will have a future commitment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vision gives purpose to your actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's on your canvas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like this little bird - I am working on bowing my heart in surrender to God's vision for my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291206691151395474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rQfsJz1yqr8/SW4kc5s_upI/AAAAAAAABnE/1nWMiWRbSv8/s400/untitled55edited.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please Lord, don't hold back your plan for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your word of wisdom is what I need. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need direction, please. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want to be like Isaiah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I heard the voice of the Lord, saying: ’Whom shall I send, and who will go for Us?’ Then I said, ’Here am I! Send me’ —Isaiah 6:8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; - ...If we will allow the Holy Spirit to bring us face to face with God, we too will hear what Isaiah heard-"the voice of the Lord." In perfect freedom we too will say, "Here am I! Send me."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rbc.org/utmost/index.php"&gt;http://www.rbc.org/utmost/index.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3390009275270928285-5603143394374555075?l=somethingworthchewing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingworthchewing.blogspot.com/feeds/5603143394374555075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3390009275270928285&amp;postID=5603143394374555075&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390009275270928285/posts/default/5603143394374555075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390009275270928285/posts/default/5603143394374555075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingworthchewing.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-vision-would-i-have-if-i-knew-i.html' title='What Vision would I have if I knew I would succeed?'/><author><name>Van Wynsberg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OQHob6nMubs/TqYQ6r7DkII/AAAAAAAACQc/JFrfMgx-CMk/s220/lipstick.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rQfsJz1yqr8/SW4kc5s_upI/AAAAAAAABnE/1nWMiWRbSv8/s72-c/untitled55edited.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3390009275270928285.post-2961331700081893561</id><published>2009-01-07T20:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T13:56:08.654-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conffessions of the soul - letting God be the adult</title><content type='html'>Convicting my heart today:&lt;br /&gt;Jesus said to him 'Have I been with you so long, and yet you have not known Me, Philip?’ —John 14:9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about it today - and u know - I don't really believe that us humans grow any wiser with age- if anything, we grow more dumb, more selfish, more needy, more arrogant, more hateful, more angry, more lost, more broken, more shut out, more shut in, more walls.. and so on...&lt;br /&gt;which leaves us needing God more everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying this as fact I'm just saying it as observation -&lt;br /&gt;we strive to fulfil OUR needs, our wants, our wills, our ways. How many of us can truly say other people are on the front of our minds (other than our family) all day everyday. much like Jesus. much like his compassion, much like his love, much like his way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God says to become like a Child in faith - there must be a reason for this- is it possible adults can't seem to get it? Can't seem to turn the right way? I think it's possible; becoming more dumb by the day. Little do we know this actually could be a good thing- a good thing for those who recognize their selfish sought out ways, because the more we realize our need for Him the more we find our way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an adult we know a child doesn't know much; doesn't know the ins and outs of life like we do, like what we've been through - but switch it around - make God the adult and us the child. Do we really see him all knowing? As someone who is older, someone who has gone before us, who's seen both sides. Someone who's been there, someone who has walked this land? Someone who's been God &amp;amp; man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets let God be the adult and us just take him by the hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally find it more difficult the older I get to always be thinking about other peoples needs- maybe it's the season I am in - a student/pursing my dreams (least trying to), and wife preparing my home, a friend finding a good laugh.... is it all about me? I would hope not. My heart breaks for other things, but if I'm being real- I can honestly say, I would love to forget you, and only fix me, because frankly I feel lost if I don't know myself, where I'm going, &amp;amp; who I am.. I begin to feel like I can't help anyone until I help myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then that's when I stop an remember - I'll never be whole, I'll never be complete while living on the earth- while breathing where I breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, that's where you come in&lt;br /&gt;where you forgive&lt;br /&gt;where you mend&lt;br /&gt;where you give us new beginnings to our tragic ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Utterly &amp;amp; completely lost without you&lt;br /&gt;no ounce of love apart from you&lt;br /&gt;no wink of hope beyond you&lt;br /&gt;no shadow of light away from you&lt;br /&gt;You are the means to my end&lt;br /&gt;You are the child like faith within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are.. the reason I live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There's too much beauty to quit". -Stay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3390009275270928285-2961331700081893561?l=somethingworthchewing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingworthchewing.blogspot.com/feeds/2961331700081893561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3390009275270928285&amp;postID=2961331700081893561&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390009275270928285/posts/default/2961331700081893561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390009275270928285/posts/default/2961331700081893561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingworthchewing.blogspot.com/2009/01/conffessions-of-soul.html' title='Conffessions of the soul - letting God be the adult'/><author><name>Van Wynsberg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OQHob6nMubs/TqYQ6r7DkII/AAAAAAAACQc/JFrfMgx-CMk/s220/lipstick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3390009275270928285.post-3642925402916252163</id><published>2009-01-02T12:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T20:23:27.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To know you &amp;amp; to be loved by you. &lt;/div&gt;Please help me take care of this pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If it's not going to go away, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Help me understand it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Help me to embrace this new beginning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2009 - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the beginning to a beautiful end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3390009275270928285-3642925402916252163?l=somethingworthchewing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingworthchewing.blogspot.com/feeds/3642925402916252163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3390009275270928285&amp;postID=3642925402916252163&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390009275270928285/posts/default/3642925402916252163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390009275270928285/posts/default/3642925402916252163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingworthchewing.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009.html' title='2009'/><author><name>Van Wynsberg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OQHob6nMubs/TqYQ6r7DkII/AAAAAAAACQc/JFrfMgx-CMk/s220/lipstick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3390009275270928285.post-6073315080300852488</id><published>2008-07-25T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T10:03:22.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mystery of Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="text3"&gt;"Music washes away from the soul the dust of  everyday life."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr align="right"&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span class="text3"&gt; - Berthold Auerbach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt; &lt;/table&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rQfsJz1yqr8/SIoG9pdoR5I/AAAAAAAAAsA/QHX-KawRmNs/s1600-h/Musicsoul.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rQfsJz1yqr8/SIoG9pdoR5I/AAAAAAAAAsA/QHX-KawRmNs/s400/Musicsoul.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226997973688797074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that music opens my soul?  Why does it expose the core of my being?  Why does it bring me face to face with what is really going on inside of me? Why is this a mystery?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answers anyone?  Anyone else feel the same way?&lt;table style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table style="text-align: left; margin-left: auto; margin-right: 0px;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;span class="text3"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Of all the music that reached farthest into  heaven, it is the beating of a loving heart."                                                                                                        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;                                                                                                                             &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;-Henry Ward Beecher&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table style="font-weight: bold;" cellpadding="6" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="100%"&gt; &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;span class="text3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Music is a higher revelation than philosophy." - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ludwig van Beethoven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="text3"&gt;"Music can name the unnameable and communicate the  unknowable." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;-Leonard Bernstein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table style="font-weight: bold;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;span class="text3"&gt;"Musically, I always allow myself to jump off of  cliffs. At least that's what it feels like to me. Whether that's what it  actually sounds like might depend on what the listener brings to the songs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;" class="text3"&gt;- Tori Amos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rQfsJz1yqr8/SIoGuAQnmsI/AAAAAAAAAr4/qxT1L0yP3OQ/s1600-h/musicsing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rQfsJz1yqr8/SIoGuAQnmsI/AAAAAAAAAr4/qxT1L0yP3OQ/s400/musicsing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226997704930335426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3390009275270928285-6073315080300852488?l=somethingworthchewing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingworthchewing.blogspot.com/feeds/6073315080300852488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3390009275270928285&amp;postID=6073315080300852488&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390009275270928285/posts/default/6073315080300852488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390009275270928285/posts/default/6073315080300852488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingworthchewing.blogspot.com/2008/07/mystery-of-music.html' title='Mystery of Music'/><author><name>Van Wynsberg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OQHob6nMubs/TqYQ6r7DkII/AAAAAAAACQc/JFrfMgx-CMk/s220/lipstick.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rQfsJz1yqr8/SIoG9pdoR5I/AAAAAAAAAsA/QHX-KawRmNs/s72-c/Musicsoul.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3390009275270928285.post-3727180871121738210</id><published>2008-07-16T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T11:28:38.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I believe...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;...if you have the heart to love, then you can do and achieve anything great. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223680500475378242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rQfsJz1yqr8/SH49vSr4OkI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/-nH8Vs_DTtA/s400/something.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3390009275270928285-3727180871121738210?l=somethingworthchewing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingworthchewing.blogspot.com/feeds/3727180871121738210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3390009275270928285&amp;postID=3727180871121738210&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390009275270928285/posts/default/3727180871121738210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390009275270928285/posts/default/3727180871121738210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingworthchewing.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-believe.html' title='I believe...'/><author><name>Van Wynsberg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OQHob6nMubs/TqYQ6r7DkII/AAAAAAAACQc/JFrfMgx-CMk/s220/lipstick.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rQfsJz1yqr8/SH49vSr4OkI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/-nH8Vs_DTtA/s72-c/something.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3390009275270928285.post-1731201154092826760</id><published>2008-06-30T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T10:50:03.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exposed - "Iron Man"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rQfsJz1yqr8/SGkdZo2BA0I/AAAAAAAAAp8/kSGhtdXYYpc/s1600-h/lovetree1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217733969583342402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rQfsJz1yqr8/SGkdZo2BA0I/AAAAAAAAAp8/kSGhtdXYYpc/s400/lovetree1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kevin and I attend the great church called Brentwood, we are so blessed to be apart of such a growing and wonderful community of people. (&lt;a href="http://www.brentwoodchurch.org/"&gt;http://www.brentwoodchurch.org/&lt;/a&gt;). One thing I love about Brentwood (among the many) is that they really allow you the opportunity to get involved, no matter what stage in life you are in. I have been to churches where you feel like you have to be 30 or 40, and 'holier than thou' to be the person greeting at the door or standing behind the counter passing out information. Not at Brentwood. They &lt;strong&gt;WANT&lt;/strong&gt; you to get involved, they&lt;strong&gt; WANT&lt;/strong&gt; you to actually &lt;strong&gt;BECOME the Church&lt;/strong&gt;, not just come to church, I'll say it again- &lt;strong&gt;become the church&lt;/strong&gt;. Servants, lovers, people who's hands and feet move for Christ. Isn't that how it is always suppose to be? As of right now I am serving at the information table, and I love it. I love meeting the new people. I like being able to ease there concerns, and try to make them feel welcomed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week at church (6-29-08) John Dupin our pastor started a New Series called "Iron Man", little does he know how much this topic means to me. The series is all about being the Man God intends men to be. He was talking about how 80% of suicides are done by men. Yeah, I understand that, I understand the horror and pain from it all, because my dad is apart of that 80%. It hits closer then close to me. There are days I feel like, if my dad were still alive, then I would be too. To kill yourself isn't just killing &lt;em&gt;yourself&lt;/em&gt;, it kills other people too. It has been about 7 years now since my father died, and I still have not come to grips with the whole thing. I currently started going to counseling in hopes of learning how to deal with it better. Lately, it seems like the more time goes by the harder it has gotten. I believe it is because so many new things are happening in my life that I wish my dad could be there to be apart of (my wedding, meeting my husband, meeting my children, being apart of it all). It's so hard to live when you have SO MUCH LOVE for someone, but you can't even express it to them. At times it has made me scared to love, because I am afraid it will hurt even worse when I lose that person one day. What's the point if it only causes pain? I know that is wrong, but my guard and walls tell me it's right. I have to fight daily to not be afraid to love and to not be afraid to get and stay close to people. My heart not only breaks for what led my dad to actually use the knife, but for all the other men out there who consider it daily, hourly, minute by minute. I am so glad John is touching on the subject of a man's heart. Women need to step up, men need to step up, truth needs to come alive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;John talked about how men hide their feelings, weaknesses, wounds, and emotions in a box, and they are dying to let them out, but the world wont let them, they would be seen as weak and most of all not as a man of Iron. I think John is trying hard to get the point across that that mentality is not true, and a healthy man is able to be humble and express himself, and ask for help when he needs it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was thinking about Jesus, he was a Man, and he didn't do it alone, he couldn't do it alone. He had friends, he had close ones that he shared his heart and mission with. He didn't hide from the reality's of life. He was human, and there is no doubt in my mind that he was scared at times, he was lonely at times, and he needed people at times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obviously, women can relate to this type of thing, we too hide, find it difficult to be weak, and get hit with the toughness of life. But there is something amazing about a man who is strong emotionally and spiritually, his ability to be real and humble effects so many. I think us women would feel more secure if men would get real with what is going on inside of them, us women wouldn't feel so alone and trapped with our own feelings. Maybe I'm wrong, but it seems that way to me. I am very thankful to have a husband that is able to express himself in a real and honest way, but I find that the challenge is ME, me being able to accept it when he does, me being able to be sensitive to what he needs and wants, me being understanding that he doesn't have it all together and that that is OK. I feel as women we can either crush who a man is or bring out the best in who he is. Sometimes that's hard, sometimes I feel like he should just be strong and have no problems, but that is a complete disgusting lie, he is human and in his weakness is where he finds his strength. For him to grow as the great man God is calling him to be, then I myself need to allow him to be weak, allow him to be humble, allow him the room to not have it all together. &lt;strong&gt;How else will he find God's answers, if he is forced to already have his own? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I am excited for the next 3 services at church, because John will be sharing his heart on this topic, "Iron Man".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thinking about all this made me think of a poem/thing I wrote awhile ago. Here it is: I think this can relate to this subject because it is about Eve right after the fall when she realizes what she has done wrong, and how she so desperately wants to stay "naked" (naked, as in humble, no lies, real), but now that she has sinned, it is such a struggle for her to not put on clothes (clothes means to cover her sins, to not be real, to not be humble), but she is trying so hard to fight that. A lot of it has double meanings. You will see parts of a Bjork song in the beginning, because this song by Bjork and her style of writing inspired me to write this poem. Anyways here it is, it can relate to Adam too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217710322087638674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rQfsJz1yqr8/SGkH5LDsNpI/AAAAAAAAApE/FJl6VH4UbIg/s400/Untitled-3.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it real? Because if it's not.. I might just have to stay Fake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"All these accidents that happen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;follow the dot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;coincidence makes sense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;only with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you don't have to speak - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I feel Emotional landscapes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;they puzzle me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;then the riddle gets solved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and you push me up to this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;State of emergency : how beautiful to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;State of emergency : is where I want to be"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Bjork&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hidden, tucked behind the willow trees &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;beneath their breath she pretends to breathe &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;taking her chances; feeling naked exposed.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you help her speak help her speak &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;With Adam and Eve it was a two way streak a two way streak &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with the grass between her toes naked exposed naked exposed &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;one step at a time with eyes-wide closed &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;does she dare be exposed?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Taking her chances cutting her hands &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so they won't put on clothes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as she staggers towards the end, which leads her to the beginning &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the beginning of what his will once was &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;before the fall began &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Taking her chances &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;placing this temple and everything inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;upon that cornerstone (one piece at a time)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 hands are fine &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but 4 are better; through his beauty clever divine &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so on that rock from bottom to top&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she &lt;strong&gt;t e a r s&lt;/strong&gt; off clothes&lt;br /&gt;Because to have - &lt;strong&gt;all&lt;/strong&gt; of her ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...is to have her exposed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rQfsJz1yqr8/SGkN6yLvL0I/AAAAAAAAApM/IHFrrX02MX0/s1600-h/r7vi9k.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217716946840006466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rQfsJz1yqr8/SGkN6yLvL0I/AAAAAAAAApM/IHFrrX02MX0/s400/r7vi9k.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rQfsJz1yqr8/SGkOHyCnP9I/AAAAAAAAApU/NXjNw41Z930/s1600-h/874984105154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217717170140037074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rQfsJz1yqr8/SGkOHyCnP9I/AAAAAAAAApU/NXjNw41Z930/s400/874984105154.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217717735173252322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rQfsJz1yqr8/SGkOoq9B5OI/AAAAAAAAApc/eCIoXJlh-fw/s400/hatelove.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3390009275270928285-1731201154092826760?l=somethingworthchewing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingworthchewing.blogspot.com/feeds/1731201154092826760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3390009275270928285&amp;postID=1731201154092826760&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390009275270928285/posts/default/1731201154092826760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390009275270928285/posts/default/1731201154092826760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingworthchewing.blogspot.com/2008/06/exposed-iron-man.html' title='Exposed - &quot;Iron Man&quot;'/><author><name>Van Wynsberg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OQHob6nMubs/TqYQ6r7DkII/AAAAAAAACQc/JFrfMgx-CMk/s220/lipstick.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rQfsJz1yqr8/SGkdZo2BA0I/AAAAAAAAAp8/kSGhtdXYYpc/s72-c/lovetree1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3390009275270928285.post-2802703662301158378</id><published>2008-06-11T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T06:02:23.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting There...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rQfsJz1yqr8/SGOTRBvQliI/AAAAAAAAAok/P_acf2yN2cQ/s1600-h/Picture+139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rQfsJz1yqr8/SGOTRBvQliI/AAAAAAAAAok/P_acf2yN2cQ/s400/Picture+139.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216174714158880290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now as I write, I am in Florida with my dear husband Kevin.  We took a week off work to come down here to celebrate our 1 year anniversary and to have somewhat of the "honeymoon" we didn't really have after we got married.&lt;br /&gt;It has been so nice here and so wonderful to get away together.  We've been staying with a really good friend of ours that lives here in St. Pete FL.  It's been nice getting to hang with him but still having time to ourselves.  It has worked out well.&lt;br /&gt;So, the main reason I am blogging right now is because I have "stuff",  stuff going on in my heart and mind these past few days.  I want to say both good and bad "stuff".  I don't know why but a day or 2 ago I started feeling very empty, very worried, very alone, and very sad... I began to wonder how, and why this could POSSIBLY be happening to me when I am in "paradise" with my wonderful husband.  I still don't know the answer 100%, but I have begun searching my heart, and the more I search the more I see how broken and distant from God I am right now.  The more I search the more I realize I haven't been knowing him and feeling him for a long time.  (I'm NOT saying everything is rapped up in "feelings" I'm not like that.. and for the record I'm not going to explain it either.  I know my heart and I know where it should be and where it is not)&lt;br /&gt;Everything was going great.. going out to eat, going to the beach, soaking up the sun, getting a tan, shopping, and freedom.. yet with all this, I still find myself in this hole, trying to reach out, but only managing to fall even deeper.&lt;br /&gt;I realize I'm not myself, I'm not close to my Father right now, I'm not me anymore, I'm this wondering person finding my way on my own, not listening to the sound of Love, not heeding to the voice of Mercy, not digging in the life that fully sustains me (the Word), not sharing life's ups and downs with the One who truly cares.  I've drifted away like the sun setting on the ocean.. slowly.  Slowly dimming away.  Suddenly darkness, and life's treasures becoming seemingly more and more dull by day.  I feel so far away from what is real, from what is freedom to breath and to enjoy life in the manner it is meant to be enjoyed.&lt;br /&gt;So out of the dysfunction of my heart I managed to reach.  It seems like more I drift, the more it hurts to try and get back.  It's like a muscle you haven't worked in a long time, and when you finally begin again, you just want to give up because your strength is completely depleted.  But I don't want to give up.  I don't fear God giving up on me, I fear me giving up on God and my ability to push through to where I need to be.&lt;br /&gt;So in my desperation I knew I needed to take some sort of step, I knew I needed to at least move a spiritual muscle, so yesterday I decided to read "My Utmost for His Highest" devotional that I have, and I was really surprised at what I read.  In my humanness I wanted to read something that gave me the warm and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fuzzies&lt;/span&gt; and be OK and go on with my day, but that's not what happened, no warms, no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fuzzies&lt;/span&gt;, just TRUTH.  Truth hitting me in the face like a brick.  Truth stabbing my heart like a hundred knives.  It hurt.  I wanted it to stop, but I knew this is what I needed.  Surgery. It was hard to read and pray, it was a struggle to push through and not give up.&lt;br /&gt;This is what I read : June 10&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Th&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AND AFTER THAT WHAT'S NEXT TO DO? ... seek, and you will find... - Luke 11:19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seek if you have not found.&lt;/strong&gt; "You ask and do not receive, because you ask amiss . . ." ( &lt;a title="" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=James+4:3"&gt;James 4:3&lt;/a&gt;  ). If you ask for things from life instead of from God, "you ask amiss"; that is, you ask out of your desire for self-fulfillment. The more you fulfill yourself the less you will seek God. ". . . seek, and you will find . . . ." Get to work— narrow your focus and interests to this one thing. Have you ever sought God with your whole heart, or have you simply given Him a feeble cry after some emotionally painful experience? ". . . seek, [focus,] and you will find . . . ."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Ho! Everyone who thirsts, come to the waters. . ." (&lt;a title="" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Isaiah+55:1"&gt;Isaiah 55:1&lt;/a&gt;  ). Are you thirsty, or complacent and indifferent— so satisfied with your own experience that you want nothing more of God? Experience is a doorway, not a final goal. Beware of building your faith on experience, or your life will not ring true and will only sound the note of a critical spirit. Remember that you can never give another person what you have found, but you can cause him to have a desire for it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;". . . knock, and it will be opened to you" ( &lt;a title="" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Luke+11:9"&gt;Luke 11:9&lt;/a&gt; ). &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Draw near to God . . ."&lt;/span&gt; ( &lt;a title="" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=James+4:8"&gt;James 4:8&lt;/a&gt; ). Knock— the door is closed, and your heartbeat races as you knock. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Cleanse your hands . . ."&lt;/span&gt; ( &lt;a title="" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=James+4:8"&gt;James 4:8&lt;/a&gt; ). &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Knock a bit louder— you begin to find that you are dirty. "&lt;/span&gt;. . . purify your hearts . . ." ( &lt;a title="" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=James+4:8"&gt;James 4:8&lt;/a&gt; ). It is becoming even more personal— you are desperate and serious now— you will do anything. "Lament . . . " ( &lt;a title="" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=James+4:9"&gt;James 4:9&lt;/a&gt; ). &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you ever lamented, expressing your sorrow before God for the condition of your inner life?&lt;/span&gt; There is no thread of self-pity left, only the heart-rending difficulty and amazement which comes from seeing what kind of person you really are. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Humble yourselves . . . " &lt;/span&gt;(&lt;a title="" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=James+4:10"&gt;James 4:10&lt;/a&gt; ). It is a humbling experience to knock at God’s door— you have to knock with the crucified thief. ". . . to him who knocks &lt;em&gt;it will be opened&lt;/em&gt;" ( &lt;a title="" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Luke+11:10"&gt;Luke 11:10&lt;/a&gt;  ).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Knock a bit louder— you begin to find that you are dirty. "&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, this line from this devotional describes me to a T.  Dirty.  I find that I am dirty and in need of being cleansed.&lt;br /&gt;A lot of the answers I was looking for was in this devotional, and like I said they weren't filled with warm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;fuzzies&lt;/span&gt;, but instead filled with tools and challenges that aren't going to be easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am embracing Truth, Grace and Mercy and finding my way in my father's heart.  Trying to listen to the real embrace of life, the life he so desires to give me. Freedom.  Freedom from worry, freedom from anxiety, freedom to be one in Christ.&lt;br /&gt;I am so thankful my Lord is so gracious and so understanding, and that he always always Loves and adores me right where I am at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Abba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Mel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3390009275270928285-2802703662301158378?l=somethingworthchewing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingworthchewing.blogspot.com/feeds/2802703662301158378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3390009275270928285&amp;postID=2802703662301158378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390009275270928285/posts/default/2802703662301158378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390009275270928285/posts/default/2802703662301158378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingworthchewing.blogspot.com/2008/06/getting-there.html' title='Getting There...'/><author><name>Van Wynsberg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OQHob6nMubs/TqYQ6r7DkII/AAAAAAAACQc/JFrfMgx-CMk/s220/lipstick.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rQfsJz1yqr8/SGOTRBvQliI/AAAAAAAAAok/P_acf2yN2cQ/s72-c/Picture+139.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3390009275270928285.post-2780666425609952741</id><published>2008-05-09T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T13:20:40.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rQfsJz1yqr8/SCSvwLSMD3I/AAAAAAAAAmU/f83sqTdFAO4/s1600-h/angel1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198473112090054514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rQfsJz1yqr8/SCSvwLSMD3I/AAAAAAAAAmU/f83sqTdFAO4/s400/angel1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am a Christian&lt;br /&gt;Rewritten by Maya Angelou&lt;br /&gt;(Originally created by Carole &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wimmer&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;When I say ... "I am a Christian,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"I'm not shouting "I'm clean &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;livin&lt;/span&gt;'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm whispering "I was lost,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now I'm found and forgiven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"When I say..."I am a Christian,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"I don't speak of this with pride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm confessing that I stumble,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And need CHRIST to be my guide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I say ... "I am a Christian,"I'm not trying to be strong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm professing that I'm weak,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And need HIS strength to carry on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I say ... "I am a Christian,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"I'm not bragging of success.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm admitting I have failed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And need God to clean my mess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I say ... "I am a Christian,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"I'm not claiming to be perfect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My flaws are far too visible,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But God believes I am worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I say ... "I am a Christian,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"I still feel the sting of pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have my share of heartaches,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I call upon His name.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;When I say ... "I am a Christian,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"I'm not holier than thou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm just a simple sinner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who received God's good grace somehow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3390009275270928285-2780666425609952741?l=somethingworthchewing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingworthchewing.blogspot.com/feeds/2780666425609952741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3390009275270928285&amp;postID=2780666425609952741&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390009275270928285/posts/default/2780666425609952741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390009275270928285/posts/default/2780666425609952741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingworthchewing.blogspot.com/2008/05/truth-without-lies.html' title=''/><author><name>Van Wynsberg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OQHob6nMubs/TqYQ6r7DkII/AAAAAAAACQc/JFrfMgx-CMk/s220/lipstick.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rQfsJz1yqr8/SCSvwLSMD3I/AAAAAAAAAmU/f83sqTdFAO4/s72-c/angel1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3390009275270928285.post-8703093169228183852</id><published>2008-05-08T05:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T11:57:53.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Without Wavering</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rQfsJz1yqr8/SCMJQhdvqWI/AAAAAAAAAlM/n7dYSKuVROo/s1600-h/Untitled-93.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198008574381369698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rQfsJz1yqr8/SCMJQhdvqWI/AAAAAAAAAlM/n7dYSKuVROo/s400/Untitled-93.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; * &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rQfsJz1yqr8/SCMJRRdvqXI/AAAAAAAAAlU/W4J_oY_pDWc/s1600-h/z5305570.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198008587266271602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rQfsJz1yqr8/SCMJRRdvqXI/AAAAAAAAAlU/W4J_oY_pDWc/s400/z5305570.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; * &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rQfsJz1yqr8/SCMJRRdvqYI/AAAAAAAAAlc/WNaxm4YhV6E/s1600-h/Untitled-92.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198008587266271618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rQfsJz1yqr8/SCMJRRdvqYI/AAAAAAAAAlc/WNaxm4YhV6E/s400/Untitled-92.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Perseverance means more than endurance— more than simply holding on until the end.&lt;/strong&gt; A saint’s life is in the hands of God like a bow and arrow in the hands of an archer. God is aiming at something the saint cannot see, but our Lord continues to stretch and strain, and every once in a while the saint says, "I can’t take any more." Yet God pays no attention; He goes on stretching until His purpose is in sight, and then He lets the arrow fly. Entrust yourself to God’s hands. Is there something in your life for which you need perseverance right now? Maintain your intimate relationship with Jesus Christ through the perseverance of faith. Proclaim as Job did, "Though He slay me, yet will I trust Him" ( &lt;a title="" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Job+13:15"&gt;Job 13:15&lt;/a&gt; ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Faith is not some weak and pitiful emotion, but is strong and vigorous confidence built on the fact that God is holy love.&lt;/strong&gt; And even though you cannot see Him right now and cannot understand what He is doing, you know Him. Disaster occurs in your life when you lack the mental composure that comes from establishing yourself on the eternal truth that God is holy love.&lt;strong&gt; Faith is the supreme effort of your life— throwing yourself with abandon and total confidence upon God.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God ventured His all in Jesus Christ to save us, and now He wants us to venture our all with total abandoned confidence in Him. There are areas in our lives where that faith has not worked in us as yet— places still untouched by the life of God. There were none of those places in Jesus Christ’s life, and there are to be none in ours. Jesus prayed, "This is eternal life, that they may know You . . ." ( &lt;a title="" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=John+17:3"&gt;John 17:3&lt;/a&gt; ). &lt;strong&gt;The real meaning of eternal life is a life that can face anything it has to face without wavering.&lt;/strong&gt; If we will take this view, life will become one great romance— a glorious opportunity of seeing wonderful things all the time. &lt;strong&gt;God is disciplining us to get us into this central place of power.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(above Devotional from: &lt;a href="http://www.rbc.org/utmost/index.php"&gt;http://www.rbc.org/utmost/index.php&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rQfsJz1yqr8/SCMKIBdvqZI/AAAAAAAAAlk/tamChXzLsVE/s1600-h/HARDCORE1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198009527864109458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rQfsJz1yqr8/SCMKIBdvqZI/AAAAAAAAAlk/tamChXzLsVE/s400/HARDCORE1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is anything I desire this word to represent in my life it would be my &lt;em&gt;faith&lt;/em&gt;. Hardcore faith. It's through faith that our existence as a Christian even comes about. Why wouldn't I want to know the very existence my life depends upon. Faith allows me to receive the greatest gift in the world. God. My creator. My savior. My redeemer. My friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When doubts and fears have me stumbling and trapped it's through faith that I find myself able to walk the road of &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rQfsJz1yqr8/SCMRKBdvqdI/AAAAAAAAAmE/nrbx-zwe7H4/s1600-h/Hope1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198017258805242322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rQfsJz1yqr8/SCMRKBdvqdI/AAAAAAAAAmE/nrbx-zwe7H4/s400/Hope1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rQfsJz1yqr8/SCMP0RdvqcI/AAAAAAAAAl8/eeLPT8OuGx8/s1600-h/Hope1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; once again. &lt;strong&gt;"Faith is the supreme effort of your life— throwing yourself with abandon and total confidence upon God,"&lt;/strong&gt; this makes me question where my confidence in God lacks, and in those areas, how do I make it grow. Daily I battle a lack of faith, doubting God and myself. Doubting that I have the intelligence or ability to be successful at life, at living, and at loving. I &lt;strong&gt;often&lt;/strong&gt; need the reminder that my strength in ALL things needs to come from God not my own. Thankfully God always meets us right where we are, and always encourages us to pursue a remnant faith that stands out as hardcore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Him be the Glory. &lt;strong&gt;Forever&lt;/strong&gt;. Amen.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198080463543970274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rQfsJz1yqr8/SCNKpBdvqeI/AAAAAAAAAmM/JfieZnt0gbo/s400/Untitled-42.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3390009275270928285-8703093169228183852?l=somethingworthchewing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingworthchewing.blogspot.com/feeds/8703093169228183852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3390009275270928285&amp;postID=8703093169228183852&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390009275270928285/posts/default/8703093169228183852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390009275270928285/posts/default/8703093169228183852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingworthchewing.blogspot.com/2008/05/without-wavering.html' title='Without Wavering'/><author><name>Van Wynsberg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OQHob6nMubs/TqYQ6r7DkII/AAAAAAAACQc/JFrfMgx-CMk/s220/lipstick.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rQfsJz1yqr8/SCMJQhdvqWI/AAAAAAAAAlM/n7dYSKuVROo/s72-c/Untitled-93.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3390009275270928285.post-1299787602096166315</id><published>2008-05-07T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T10:59:13.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Haunted</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rQfsJz1yqr8/SCHeGBdvqNI/AAAAAAAAAkE/YsHrGfIDbP0/s1600-h/bendurarms2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rQfsJz1yqr8/SCHeGBdvqNI/AAAAAAAAAkE/YsHrGfIDbP0/s400/bendurarms2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197679640016038098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;          &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rQfsJz1yqr8/SCHeHBdvqOI/AAAAAAAAAkM/e8NL9o70ER8/s1600-h/giuoidfhodty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 99px; height: 100px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rQfsJz1yqr8/SCHeHBdvqOI/AAAAAAAAAkM/e8NL9o70ER8/s400/giuoidfhodty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197679657195907298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;         &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rQfsJz1yqr8/SCHfgxdvqSI/AAAAAAAAAks/s0paCf2Xeko/s1600-h/th_black_and_white_icons.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rQfsJz1yqr8/SCHfgxdvqSI/AAAAAAAAAks/s0paCf2Xeko/s400/th_black_and_white_icons.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197681199089166626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'It's in Christ that we find out who we are.' Ephesians 1:11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Phillips Brooks remarked, 'When you discover you've been leading only half a life, the other half is going to haunt you until you develop it.'&lt;/span&gt; Self-discovery is what Paul had in mind when he wrote, 'It's in Christ that we find out who we are and what we are living for.' &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You were made by God and for God.&lt;/span&gt; Until you understand that, your life won't make sense. It's 'in Christ' that we discover our purpose, our significance and our destiny. In other words, we discover our true selves!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(reading of the day from http://www.ucb.co.uk/word_for_today)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I love Phillip Brooks remark, it is so true on so many levels.  I know I'm not a lone in this, but their are times I fear I am living only half of what I could be living and that does haunt me.  As a dreamer, I can't imagine getting old and one day realizing I could have done SO much more.  I often ask myself, what can I do to get there.. HOW HOW HOW? Then of course I  am reminded, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Christ&lt;/span&gt;, that's how.  The closer I am to my creator the more I learn to function in ways he created me to function.  The closer I am, the more I know Him, the more my soul flows out purpose that without him would utterly be unknown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rQfsJz1yqr8/SCHqaxdvqTI/AAAAAAAAAk0/OIVxaRomV4o/s1600-h/dream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rQfsJz1yqr8/SCHqaxdvqTI/AAAAAAAAAk0/OIVxaRomV4o/s400/dream.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197693190637857074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;          &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rQfsJz1yqr8/SCHqaxdvqUI/AAAAAAAAAk8/dstG3dWCtFg/s1600-h/z7444543.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rQfsJz1yqr8/SCHqaxdvqUI/AAAAAAAAAk8/dstG3dWCtFg/s400/z7444543.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197693190637857090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;          &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rQfsJz1yqr8/SCHqbBdvqVI/AAAAAAAAAlE/rIcHQLZ2CPg/s1600-h/thththlost.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rQfsJz1yqr8/SCHqbBdvqVI/AAAAAAAAAlE/rIcHQLZ2CPg/s400/thththlost.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197693194932824402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3390009275270928285-1299787602096166315?l=somethingworthchewing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingworthchewing.blogspot.com/feeds/1299787602096166315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3390009275270928285&amp;postID=1299787602096166315&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390009275270928285/posts/default/1299787602096166315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390009275270928285/posts/default/1299787602096166315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingworthchewing.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-in-christ-that-we-find-out-who-we.html' title='Haunted'/><author><name>Van Wynsberg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OQHob6nMubs/TqYQ6r7DkII/AAAAAAAACQc/JFrfMgx-CMk/s220/lipstick.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rQfsJz1yqr8/SCHeGBdvqNI/AAAAAAAAAkE/YsHrGfIDbP0/s72-c/bendurarms2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3390009275270928285.post-688058970203192517</id><published>2008-05-06T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T13:12:46.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stand Fast</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rQfsJz1yqr8/SCCcA35DkqI/AAAAAAAAAjs/dzfLSnFnYe0/s1600-h/winter12.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197325508802744994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rQfsJz1yqr8/SCCcA35DkqI/AAAAAAAAAjs/dzfLSnFnYe0/s400/winter12.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rQfsJz1yqr8/SCCcAn5DkpI/AAAAAAAAAjk/rE7ai92gBiQ/s1600-h/bendurarms2.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rQfsJz1yqr8/SCCcAX5DknI/AAAAAAAAAjU/qCPI0UA40Xg/s1600-h/Untitled-87.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197325500212810354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rQfsJz1yqr8/SCCcAX5DknI/AAAAAAAAAjU/qCPI0UA40Xg/s400/Untitled-87.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rQfsJz1yqr8/SCCcAn5DkoI/AAAAAAAAAjc/g7X22uCRols/s1600-h/vit_bahvalov_02_andos_pics.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197325504507777666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rQfsJz1yqr8/SCCcAn5DkoI/AAAAAAAAAjc/g7X22uCRols/s400/vit_bahvalov_02_andos_pics.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Liberty and the Standards of Jesus (My Utmost for His Highest)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a id="ctl00_cphPrimary_hlGatewayVerse" href="http://bible.gospelcom.net/bible?language=english&amp;amp;passage=" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rbc.org/utmost/index.php"&gt;http://www.rbc.org/utmost/index.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stand fast therefore in the liberty by which Christ has made us free . . . —Galatians 5:1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A spiritually-minded person will never come to you with the demand— "Believe this and that"; a spiritually-minded person will demand that you align your life with the standards of Jesus.&lt;/strong&gt; We are not asked to believe the Bible, but to believe the One whom the Bible reveals (see &lt;a title="" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=John+5:39-40"&gt;John 5:39-40&lt;/a&gt; ). We are called to present liberty for the conscience of others, not to bring them liberty for their thoughts and opinions. And if we ourselves are free with the liberty of Christ, others will be brought into that same liberty— the liberty that comes from realizing the absolute control and authority of Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Always measure your life solely by the standards of Jesus.&lt;/strong&gt; Submit yourself to His yoke, and His alone; and always be careful never to place a yoke on others that is not of Jesus Christ. It takes God a long time to get us to stop thinking that unless everyone sees things exactly as we do, they must be wrong. That is never God’s view. There is only one true liberty— the liberty of Jesus at work in our conscience enabling us to do what is right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don’t get impatient with others. Remember how God dealt with you— with patience and with gentleness. But never water down the truth of God. Let it have its way and never apologize for it. Jesus said, "Go . . . and make disciples. . ." ( &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a title="" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Matthew+28:19"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Matthew 28:19&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; ), not, "Make converts to your own thoughts and opinions."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rQfsJz1yqr8/SCCcBH5DkrI/AAAAAAAAAj0/u20g80pOBGE/s1600-h/shutupp.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197326092918297282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rQfsJz1yqr8/SCCci35DksI/AAAAAAAAAj8/jE0ox_Nq7hM/s400/shutupp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was the "My Utmost for His Highest" devotion for today, and I received a lot out of it. The points that really stuck hard to me are the ones I pasted in &lt;strong&gt;bold. &lt;/strong&gt;Personally, I find myself battling with measuring myself to the &lt;em&gt;worlds&lt;/em&gt; standards and selfishly measuring others to &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; standards. It's tough to stand firm when the media and everything around you is raging war against God's standards. I like the picture above, it expresses the very emotions I find myself going through to block it all out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another issue that comes up are those times I find myself losing patience with people who (to me) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;purposely and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;stubbornly&lt;/span&gt; refuse to come to know Christ as he really is, and instead choose to be fed the lies that Jesus is just some foolish cartoon that the world makes him out to be. BUT that's where this comes in, "&lt;strong&gt;Don’t get impatient with others. Remember how God dealt with you— with patience and with gentleness&lt;/strong&gt;." I have no room to talk, I too was once that person &lt;strong&gt;drowning&lt;/strong&gt; in my own selfworth, my own motives, my own knowledge, my own ways, and my own garbage. I wonder how many times God sent people to speak or demonstrate his truth/love to me, but I missed it, or purposely chose to pass it by and do my own thing. I know it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;plenty&lt;/span&gt; of times on my end, yet even with the crap, the garbage, the unfaithfulness, the disgust, the filth, the stains, the shame, the guilt, and more... he kept his patience with me, and with great gentleness and mercy he forgave me, and now calls me child/friend. My most favorite of all is that he says he&lt;strong&gt; loves&lt;/strong&gt; me with an everlasting love. WOW. I guess I have no room to talk, and now only&lt;em&gt; love&lt;/em&gt; to give. I wish it were just that simple, but it's not and that's why I need Him, standards and all. That's why I must come back to the truth, and it's in the truth where I am reminded that, the Word is surely &lt;strong&gt;Something Worth Chewing&lt;/strong&gt; on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Matthew 4:4 - Jesus answered, &lt;strong&gt;"It is written: 'Man does not live on bread alone, but on every word that comes from the mouth of God."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3390009275270928285-688058970203192517?l=somethingworthchewing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingworthchewing.blogspot.com/feeds/688058970203192517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3390009275270928285&amp;postID=688058970203192517&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390009275270928285/posts/default/688058970203192517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390009275270928285/posts/default/688058970203192517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingworthchewing.blogspot.com/2008/05/stand-fast.html' title='Stand Fast'/><author><name>Van Wynsberg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OQHob6nMubs/TqYQ6r7DkII/AAAAAAAACQc/JFrfMgx-CMk/s220/lipstick.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rQfsJz1yqr8/SCCcA35DkqI/AAAAAAAAAjs/dzfLSnFnYe0/s72-c/winter12.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
