tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57833168294424689612024-03-14T14:30:10.812+11:00Larger than LifeMy little corner of the World Wide Web. Its the place I come to sort out my thoughts on the fairly new path I have taken. Christianity. ( I know I KNOW! Who would have "thunk" it. Cynthia's a Christian these days).lilmissinformedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02348163387542358755noreply@blogger.comBlogger31125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5783316829442468961.post-36314163283082722002010-06-30T17:30:00.003+10:002010-08-05T09:59:30.419+10:00Words, deeds, actions and reactions can and do sometimes have far reaching effects. Word have the power to uplift, brighten someones day and positively impact peoples lives. On the downside the reverse is also true.<br /><br />Have you ever had a discussion with a friend, neighbour, collegue and found out months later what an impact your words had? Sometimes, what we dismiss as idle chatter can really fill anothers day with a wonderous sense of wellbeing or a deep, hearfelt dispair. We walk off blissfully unaware of either impact, ready to carry on with our lives as usual.<br /><br />How wonderful is it to find out that something you said positively impacted someone. How hard to undo an off-the-cuff thoughtless word, that months later, the receiver of those words is still paining over.<br /><br />Be careful how you use and harness the power of the spoken word. The effects can be eternal.lilmissinformedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02348163387542358755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5783316829442468961.post-57711622344020423072010-05-04T11:22:00.002+10:002010-05-04T11:32:21.487+10:0027 years today!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-GYk_TVYjx9lxgfyLrw19frNOhFi3l6J2biQUgeNZ0A0GiNw9GUBBOITHEswaws3DXhyjxsfVCqhxxnqsu1NglEBt1U5zEMElfL8pj_Ce9SYiUjHLO7N6HMzpOIT7Tisg1YmyD6fee8s/s1600/hands.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 350px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 350px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467221615980073570" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-GYk_TVYjx9lxgfyLrw19frNOhFi3l6J2biQUgeNZ0A0GiNw9GUBBOITHEswaws3DXhyjxsfVCqhxxnqsu1NglEBt1U5zEMElfL8pj_Ce9SYiUjHLO7N6HMzpOIT7Tisg1YmyD6fee8s/s400/hands.jpg" /></a><br /><div>Happy 2th Anniversary Honey!<br /><br /><br /><br />I love you today as yesterday, but on a deeper, more mature level. When someone says “I would take a bullet for you” I don’t know if it’s true or not, and I don’t really care, because their words aren’t aimed at me . When you say it, I know it’s carved in stone, solid as rock, etched firmly on your heart and mind.<br /><br />When I am low, when I am down, you are my knight in shining armour, the one person I know I call, count and rely on. For the times my world is falling apart, when I can’t do anything right, when my sanity hangs by a thread, I know your arms will stop me from falling. Your words will brighten my day, bring a smile to my face, make me a laugh until I cry, then laugh some more.<br /><br />Our time together is like one big roller coaster ride, I wouldn’t have it any other way. We never know what’s round the next corner, up the road or over the hill. We make our plans and life throws us a curve ball, things we never even thought possible have, do and will happen. I love my life with you!! I don’t think any of our plans have ever turned out exactly as we predicted. I wouldn’t change a thing. Neither the good times nor the bad. It’s the hard times we live together that make me realize that for most of our marriage, I have been lucky enough (dare I say blessed enough) to be living life feeling as if I am soaring on the wings of an eagle.<br /><br />Thank you for being there, loving me, loving our children, for building a life together.<br /><br /><br /><br />Thank you for choosing me to be your partner.<br /><br /><br /><br />I love you, I love you, I love you.</div>lilmissinformedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02348163387542358755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5783316829442468961.post-35672907566449322532010-05-03T11:28:00.003+10:002010-05-03T11:33:05.911+10:00moving forwardIn the interests of moving forward spiritually, as opposed to what I have been doing, which is nothing, (and possibly sliding backwards merely through my inability/lack of motivation to actually do anything), I am making a stand! No longer shall I JUST go to church when it doesn't interfere with any other sphere of my life. NAY!. Bible reading shall from now on be done in a consistent, contemplative way. Time WILL and has been allocated for this purpose.<br /><br />Up until now, I have been doing the same things and expecting different outcomes! Whoever said wisdom comes with age, never got the distinct pleasure of meeting me.lilmissinformedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02348163387542358755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5783316829442468961.post-46753130357151413512010-04-25T12:42:00.002+10:002010-04-25T12:47:12.620+10:00sometimesSometimes, oceans fill with tears,<br />Still the tears keep flowing,<br />Sometimes, Words have the power to slowly crumble,<br />the solid rock.<br />Sometimes, the wounds, freshly soothed and balmed,<br />Just will not heal.<br />Sometimes, the ones you love most,<br />hurt the deepest.<br />Sometimes.lilmissinformedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02348163387542358755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5783316829442468961.post-28159770171161590482010-02-12T20:49:00.002+11:002010-02-12T20:52:30.228+11:00Just an observationFamilies. They love passionately, wound deeply and forgive the unforgivable.lilmissinformedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02348163387542358755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5783316829442468961.post-65211640733231300902009-09-14T12:07:00.001+10:002009-09-14T12:08:43.763+10:00turbulence.<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"><strong>Turbulence. </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"><strong>Its a lifeforce.</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"><strong>It's a new opportunity </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"><strong>in disguise.</strong></span></div>lilmissinformedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02348163387542358755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5783316829442468961.post-80856436990827636472009-09-10T10:55:00.002+10:002009-09-10T10:57:38.045+10:00I SMITE THEE!<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;">Wishing so very much that smiting</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"> was back in vogue! </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;">I could hold a good ol' fashioned, </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;">humdinger of a Smite-fest!</span></div>lilmissinformedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02348163387542358755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5783316829442468961.post-11718159916842336362009-08-25T14:40:00.004+10:002009-08-25T14:55:15.954+10:00Face planting<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNCDOiR8mWTVXARrLuohzWrgbhz2pW7QFqNmjztdXDzoB7ONP2c34pcogh2o1nRaPS5ApaYsSLwOcR6KhfpcTlbBdvr-yp6TqgY6GUckYr2b_QRa_MN8UPr6W8h_V6cE-hHXDVqdmcas0/s1600-h/TJI_ClearChannel_Falling.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373760466852743282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNCDOiR8mWTVXARrLuohzWrgbhz2pW7QFqNmjztdXDzoB7ONP2c34pcogh2o1nRaPS5ApaYsSLwOcR6KhfpcTlbBdvr-yp6TqgY6GUckYr2b_QRa_MN8UPr6W8h_V6cE-hHXDVqdmcas0/s320/TJI_ClearChannel_Falling.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">I seem to spend an aweful amount of my time picking myself up after falling </span><span style="font-size:130%;">metaphorically flat on my face. I suppose on the up side I do stand up ready to try some new endeavour, whereby I can, in spectacular fashion,fall flat on my face once again.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">There was a time when I seriously questioned my ability to do anything well. I still question it quite regularly. The only thing is that now, my care factor of what people will think is gone or at least dimishing. </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Is that a step forward or backward? I really don't know.</span></div>lilmissinformedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02348163387542358755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5783316829442468961.post-66638403158939728352009-08-14T08:09:00.002+10:002009-08-14T08:18:21.029+10:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYjT5TrSba_FiBBTZf0jE7RNjQu25CzJ8knR2u1_3_StLVKU3sUVscBa8LNX7chpQ9MH6OV4bG2_eTqkSjnQHaHGliDZD9-UxZdBDm7kLokvA-7eCp1AIu7GeUwc9apTl8wtSsuf3Rfr4/s1600-h/images.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369576246472999378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 93px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYjT5TrSba_FiBBTZf0jE7RNjQu25CzJ8knR2u1_3_StLVKU3sUVscBa8LNX7chpQ9MH6OV4bG2_eTqkSjnQHaHGliDZD9-UxZdBDm7kLokvA-7eCp1AIu7GeUwc9apTl8wtSsuf3Rfr4/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#993300;">If you can't say anything nice</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#993300;">......come sit by me</span></div>lilmissinformedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02348163387542358755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5783316829442468961.post-6167862091996336692009-08-06T07:41:00.006+10:002009-08-07T08:27:03.347+10:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTd8Sx1CbT8A-m4K2nnNFqd2nlAv6ZfUqbQmWJQCskoskk82Xyl27CBMLoCiEYdTQZwJWTpMrukYRamnaCTMyMJ-QPXZiECWOXdPm95_ymvy4k_RY4kyNuvwfKSLDZZ_WVGbvj3bdZWyU/s1600-h/images.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366598659252568962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 86px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTd8Sx1CbT8A-m4K2nnNFqd2nlAv6ZfUqbQmWJQCskoskk82Xyl27CBMLoCiEYdTQZwJWTpMrukYRamnaCTMyMJ-QPXZiECWOXdPm95_ymvy4k_RY4kyNuvwfKSLDZZ_WVGbvj3bdZWyU/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#990000;">Sittin' and chillin' </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#990000;">drinking fair trade coffee. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#990000;">Can almost taste the justice and equity</span>.</div>lilmissinformedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02348163387542358755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5783316829442468961.post-35767451958814019452009-08-05T10:29:00.006+10:002009-08-07T08:28:11.528+10:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsIus18eP-SUsq92PZgpoJnvolkhnHka1pncV4xFJCVE5bKHmUjKfYSu6ALcHcrJRRC2BRjV7WZYHhZbcAjI8YdHpYPXn3SuP0KXdfPsKgFdUr2rIGn7mDZjHbSp6YcVKqN-89f_8Yr0M/s1600-h/images11.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366980125725848194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 116px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsIus18eP-SUsq92PZgpoJnvolkhnHka1pncV4xFJCVE5bKHmUjKfYSu6ALcHcrJRRC2BRjV7WZYHhZbcAjI8YdHpYPXn3SuP0KXdfPsKgFdUr2rIGn7mDZjHbSp6YcVKqN-89f_8Yr0M/s320/images11.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div>What a minefield! </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Its been just on 3 weeks since I started looking into Fair Trade. Perhaps naively, I had the notion that all that was required to make the world a better place, was to purchase some Fair Trade coffee and chocolate. Anyone can do that!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Wrong! Wrong! Wrong.!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>That theory all fell apart the instant, the second, NAY, the <em>moment </em>I started looking at other products, which of course, involved different problems with varying organisations battling those concerns.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Is the product fairtrade, Rainforest Alliance, NoSweatshop, StopHumanTrafix, No hunger, organically certified? I had a severe case of information overload. Things needed to be broken down to few simple things that I could actually achieve without the associated headache.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>So, as a consumer, <em><span style="color:#009900;">Do I need it?</span></em> If I do need it (or at least REALLY want it), <em><span style="color:#33cc00;">does </span><span style="color:#009900;">the purchase improve or lessen the quality of life</span></em> for those people at the other end of the produce chain?</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Thats it. Simplistic solution for a complicated topic. It certainly doesn't fix everything, but it is a step in the right direction</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div>lilmissinformedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02348163387542358755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5783316829442468961.post-57555780072277767212009-07-31T09:41:00.003+10:002009-07-31T09:47:54.609+10:00Procrastination<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_qqkdwoIqPD8x_YszdxACb47FYcnARtMt4G9QXeta3MU1bC7aqp-YMIjJzKZeC5afjUgHdQJQDpIqG0NkL_KaV5QTIDROmcsl9lEKy-TjaRLA0entPvNqiYhihl68N-9Gd6AIA9bzNgU/s1600-h/images.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364403638500362226" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 121px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_qqkdwoIqPD8x_YszdxACb47FYcnARtMt4G9QXeta3MU1bC7aqp-YMIjJzKZeC5afjUgHdQJQDpIqG0NkL_KaV5QTIDROmcsl9lEKy-TjaRLA0entPvNqiYhihl68N-9Gd6AIA9bzNgU/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#330033;">If procrastination</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#663366;">were an olympic event</span>,</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#993399;">I would be in the zone, </span></span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">top of my form, </span></span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;">an elite athlete.</span></div>lilmissinformedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02348163387542358755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5783316829442468961.post-53432636595386353782009-07-24T23:07:00.003+10:002009-08-06T08:25:44.686+10:00The cold Shoulder<div> </div><div>why do people always leave empty boxes of tablets in the medicine chest?<br />Is it a sneaky was of raising hopes only to seem that<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoCPxHqkOa9NvNK4Gmuh8rscGbEw1qew5knrfDNmWn63G-_faOvZlUfcLwNvsZ6j1ITAgtL7nZNwyWFENLnMQggUkIcu36VcyBl-z09JdORoPm1BTNDqFqYauMMIyKHBOfM7fTl-FqrkE/s1600-h/JKAU5CAJXU1KQCATIPPM5CABDMOCOCAFG0FXBCAGQF6XPCAAYI4ALCA8CZDEGCASOS04YCAZQ8NTACAT5W130CA9YYK6LCA0ZZ3I4CAKKF1M6CAWXQVIKCAJUF10CCAARFWI3CAAR5M4ICAFX54TZ.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366609142875298178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 114px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoCPxHqkOa9NvNK4Gmuh8rscGbEw1qew5knrfDNmWn63G-_faOvZlUfcLwNvsZ6j1ITAgtL7nZNwyWFENLnMQggUkIcu36VcyBl-z09JdORoPm1BTNDqFqYauMMIyKHBOfM7fTl-FqrkE/s320/JKAU5CAJXU1KQCATIPPM5CABDMOCOCAFG0FXBCAGQF6XPCAAYI4ALCA8CZDEGCASOS04YCAZQ8NTACAT5W130CA9YYK6LCA0ZZ3I4CAKKF1M6CAWXQVIKCAJUF10CCAARFWI3CAAR5M4ICAFX54TZ.jpg" border="0" /></a> hope dashed seconds later?</div>lilmissinformedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02348163387542358755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5783316829442468961.post-10140684671594163332009-07-21T08:06:00.003+10:002009-08-06T08:28:45.483+10:00Fair Trade<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUEErIhBzA0bFUtsJH2aVqa6CGQzKmQHJ6U-WvggBLZVUeguCCHa4v7Chg6gjkTmfZd-ibLXmLyk_2x28tJjPSEAmKNIkAPDOxCU-D4UOdsgo3ngd-WDNDLPrk6Bx4UmwQJQiUrWx5BKs/s1600-h/JQQQDCAUCBG6OCAMH4VJICAVSLLRMCAID2XEACA49PV2OCASQTCZVCAVVS70SCA2QUU3JCAQ6NPRQCATBZWG0CA4SWO8GCA9WZMQQCA32I7MECA1PQI6VCAD66JBZCA9OXLHACAG223K3CALZ51G5.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366610209636221410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 115px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUEErIhBzA0bFUtsJH2aVqa6CGQzKmQHJ6U-WvggBLZVUeguCCHa4v7Chg6gjkTmfZd-ibLXmLyk_2x28tJjPSEAmKNIkAPDOxCU-D4UOdsgo3ngd-WDNDLPrk6Bx4UmwQJQiUrWx5BKs/s320/JQQQDCAUCBG6OCAMH4VJICAVSLLRMCAID2XEACA49PV2OCASQTCZVCAVVS70SCA2QUU3JCAQ6NPRQCATBZWG0CA4SWO8GCA9WZMQQCA32I7MECA1PQI6VCAD66JBZCA9OXLHACAG223K3CALZ51G5.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Highly excited!<br /><br />Tonight I am attending a meeting at citylife church regarding Fair Trade and what we as consumers can achieve by simply making informed choices on the purchases we make.<br /><br />CityLife are calling it "Everyday Justice".<br /><br />I shall find out more tonight. Stay posted!</div>lilmissinformedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02348163387542358755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5783316829442468961.post-82272124867694656012009-07-16T17:13:00.006+10:002009-08-06T08:18:44.864+10:00How unseeingly faith grows<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiihqOcesUGlSIreFW4nBjyTXaQnTY_C4-DgxNh3IpmsH2DWMYQBjZMu6BB2X7Fgc3jsre7FMloIfalftHCqmMJWMkId1vjjjPOqO_K4j-L4Bgl0mjifvQpvHJThxG6UNwXN488oBYT-0/s1600-h/T5CJ3CAWEWJ4KCAUO1AHECA607V2CCADIP1A0CAM530JPCA5DBLD8CAQWKT0JCAJPXWXPCAJXZI9FCA8TPW18CA3SIBZHCA5MKS6SCASSCRZHCAK4F008CA6OW8H6CAZ1GT7VCAV1EXKWCAGXRPEM.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366607641029430050" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 126px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiihqOcesUGlSIreFW4nBjyTXaQnTY_C4-DgxNh3IpmsH2DWMYQBjZMu6BB2X7Fgc3jsre7FMloIfalftHCqmMJWMkId1vjjjPOqO_K4j-L4Bgl0mjifvQpvHJThxG6UNwXN488oBYT-0/s320/T5CJ3CAWEWJ4KCAUO1AHECA607V2CCADIP1A0CAM530JPCA5DBLD8CAQWKT0JCAJPXWXPCAJXZI9FCA8TPW18CA3SIBZHCA5MKS6SCASSCRZHCAK4F008CA6OW8H6CAZ1GT7VCAV1EXKWCAGXRPEM.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><strong><em>How many years has it been now since I first started my walk on the damn narrow path to Christianity. OOOH! the pain I went through. the doubt, the anger at even contemplating christianity, the despair created if I didn't follow. What a conundrum I was in.</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>I moved forward, it may have been painful but it was the better option than staying stagnant in pain and despair.Always, the feeling of never moving, never growing but still more at peace with my decisions lay within, ever beneath the surface. When oh when was I going to feel, smell, sense what it means to be a Christian. When was I going to have a slow, ever swelling sense of Faith built within. To know,without doubt, or at least reasonable doubt, that I did not have to do it all on my own; That faith would get me there and grace catch me.</em><br /><em></em><br /><em></em><br /></strong></span><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><strong><em>Its not like a lightening bolt, is it? I thought it would be. There was no "wake up call", sound of trumpets or fanfare. Only the realisation that the wordsI have uttered for the last 4 or so years "I CANNOT go through that excruciating journey of pain again" are not directed at God. God did not cause mypain! I caused my pain, maybe the devil caused my pain, maybe the devil just sat back with his feet up on the coffee table because I was doing sucha damn fine job all on my little lonesome, who knows?</em></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><strong><em></em></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><strong><em>What I do know now is that faith grows. Silently it weaves through your inner being, bringing tears to eyes that never cried, peace to a mind that would never rest. More importantly my faith screams, yells, stamps its feet and proudly says "I will not do this again, I have felt the pain and here I stand". My anger yelled it at God. My faith screams it to the world.<br /></em><br /><br /></strong></span><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><strong></strong></span><span style="color:#6600cc;"></span></div>lilmissinformedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02348163387542358755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5783316829442468961.post-12298212583209352892009-07-16T08:46:00.008+10:002009-08-13T09:31:48.308+10:00TSUNAMI<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQF2uj4pChNTARt50YtYAnpF480rp-lysQu10wmwIDFoytdrzkMbkct-oQ32QQRIhBo-0pmzvPm9gDsC48P49iUPstSnto33QVA5nPxZE_97pQ7heyiKCEbNzLkde5DXD3MzoGskrG1dU/s1600-h/UPEM4CAMGF433CAO6CZIACA862JPSCA0JE5FCCAJS11W0CAGMUU8BCAVCJ20LCAWAG8J3CAS2EJY1CAWGHIXHCA6BTF6JCA1L32VJCASVUX42CAWXLNF9CAGE49W7CADQ4K77CA2IJ9URCAW7MKD6.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366630835888234642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 90px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQF2uj4pChNTARt50YtYAnpF480rp-lysQu10wmwIDFoytdrzkMbkct-oQ32QQRIhBo-0pmzvPm9gDsC48P49iUPstSnto33QVA5nPxZE_97pQ7heyiKCEbNzLkde5DXD3MzoGskrG1dU/s320/UPEM4CAMGF433CAO6CZIACA862JPSCA0JE5FCCAJS11W0CAGMUU8BCAVCJ20LCAWAG8J3CAS2EJY1CAWGHIXHCA6BTF6JCA1L32VJCASVUX42CAWXLNF9CAGE49W7CADQ4K77CA2IJ9URCAW7MKD6.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#3366ff;">Apparently, last night while we were out wine-ing and dining with friends having a merry old time, the East coast of Australia went on high alert for an approaching Tsunami.(Didn't even know that here in the land of Oz we had any kind of alerts for Tsunamis, let alone <em>high </em>ones).<br /><br />How did I find out about the possible pending doom due to befall some of my children and close family members?On F A C E B O O K...... the <em>next</em> morning. I know technology marches forward, but HEY! a phone call would have been nice!</span></div>lilmissinformedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02348163387542358755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5783316829442468961.post-89811881019417213612009-07-15T11:46:00.003+10:002009-07-15T11:57:40.503+10:00What ever happened to Michael Guglielmucci?<span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><em>Ever wondered what happened to Michael Guglielmucci, a Pastor of Planet Shakers? I certainly have.<br /><br />Just to recap, on the off chance anyone out there has forgotten the story. Michael claimed for just on 2 years to have a rare and deadly form of cancer. He wrote the song Healer, which apparently was inspired by dealing with Cancer. As it turns out, the cancer was a lie.Wonder if that makes the song a lie? I suppose if you are going to lie, at least make it grand.<br /><br />So, my question is, where is he now? I don't mean geographically but mentally and spiritually, personally.<br /><br />I may never know, but i am busting to find out.<br /></em></span>lilmissinformedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02348163387542358755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5783316829442468961.post-5365033784779330662009-07-14T11:48:00.006+10:002009-07-14T11:56:41.048+10:00Something to smile aboutNOTE: NOT MY STORY!!<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKoWm2ypx-niz4xshaRuWfKAHQfWcQ4w5k2-jNWLPSy9miW1ellnHBlkM-2YSgaClc_4ioh3xtR-1_FT21I0OOFHH8ya-shJn1-ksOeHwuEW2ATi5UuURl23-d5TZd6ONx23Nyqd5nVvM/s1600-h/dog.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKoWm2ypx-niz4xshaRuWfKAHQfWcQ4w5k2-jNWLPSy9miW1ellnHBlkM-2YSgaClc_4ioh3xtR-1_FT21I0OOFHH8ya-shJn1-ksOeHwuEW2ATi5UuURl23-d5TZd6ONx23Nyqd5nVvM/s320/dog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358128045896303730" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />An older, tired-looking dog wandered into my yard.<br />I could tell from his collar and well-fed belly that he had a home and was well taken care of. <br /><br />He calmly came over to me, I gave him a few pats on his head; <br />he then followed me into my house, slowly walked down the <br />hall, curled up in the corner and fell asleep.<br /><br /><br /><br />An hour later, he went to the door, and I let him out.<br /><br />The next day he was back, greeted me in my yard, walked inside and resumed his spot in the hall and again slept for about an hour.<br /><br />This continued off and on for several weeks.<br /><br />Curious I pinned a note to his collar: 'I would like to find out who the owner of this wonderful sweet dog is<br /><br />and ask if you are aware that almost every afternoon your dog comes to my house for a nap.'<br /><br />The next day he arrived for his nap, with a different note pinned to his collar:<br /><br />'He lives in a home with 6 children, 2 under the age of 3 - he's trying to catch up on his sleep.<br /><br />Can I come with him tomorrow?'lilmissinformedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02348163387542358755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5783316829442468961.post-43898759833776122832009-07-13T16:56:00.004+10:002009-07-18T08:01:14.227+10:00Bible StudyNever thought I would see the day when I would be doing a bible study. I had always thought bible study was for nerdy "churchies". Well make room people,scrunch on over, I'm coming in!<br /><br />Book of Matthew, here I come.lilmissinformedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02348163387542358755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5783316829442468961.post-26063676515623173732009-07-09T16:00:00.001+10:002009-08-06T08:14:45.937+10:00Scrub-a-Dub-Dub<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjONDigc6XduUuoOrYnyYLu58k7T2Q8a71-HIa6zgu-uTLycKQXH0V8cSAFLWxzwCDVW8zGoQi9JhgGPF2f2taDvNN17Eh1nUN4Yn-S5wAKhBQcgbIBbsvZlgOPm3pCFj0Fw9JlIS2TI4E/s1600-h/ages1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366606617484245858" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 114px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 119px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjONDigc6XduUuoOrYnyYLu58k7T2Q8a71-HIa6zgu-uTLycKQXH0V8cSAFLWxzwCDVW8zGoQi9JhgGPF2f2taDvNN17Eh1nUN4Yn-S5wAKhBQcgbIBbsvZlgOPm3pCFj0Fw9JlIS2TI4E/s320/ages1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#333333;"><em>For the first time in the three years I have been working in retail, I didn't want to serve a customer, could NOT serve the customer for fear of gagging.</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>She was grotty, dirty, greasy hair with dandruff gently yet persistently falling all over her shoulders. How you have greasy hair <strong>with </strong>dandruff is beyond me. It looked like she had slept in the clothing she was wearing for at least the last couple of weeks.</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>It took everything I could do not to gag. I was polite but not helpful, insofar as whatever she asked for I said we didn't have. I wanted her out of the store. Pronto.</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>I wanted to tell her to go home, have a shower, bathe, give herself a good scrub-a-dub-dub and put on fresh clothing.</em><br /><br /><em>Not really showing the old</em><em> <span style="color:#cc66cc;">Christian</span></em><span style="color:#cc66cc;"> </span><em><span style="color:#cc66cc;">heart</span>, is it? I was all up in arms about the customer UNTIL I started writing this and now I just feel disappointed in myself.</em><br /><em></em><br /><span style="color:#cc66cc;"><em>Now, What would Jesus do?</em><br /><em></em><br /></span><em>Whatever he would do, we can rule out the path I chose.</em></span></div>lilmissinformedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02348163387542358755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5783316829442468961.post-91627433126757290552009-07-09T15:41:00.000+10:002009-07-09T15:43:24.852+10:00Fruit<div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"><em><span style="color:#ffccff;">God </span><span style="color:#ff99ff;">expects</span> </em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"><em></em></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"><em><span style="color:#cc66cc;"><span style="color:#cc66cc;">spiri</span>tua</span><span style="color:#cc33cc;">l fruit,</span></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"><em></em></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"><em> not <span style="color:#663366;">religious </span><span style="color:#330033;">nuts</span></em></span></div>lilmissinformedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02348163387542358755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5783316829442468961.post-79891049305126188142009-07-09T08:40:00.000+10:002009-07-09T08:42:27.845+10:00Waiting, Waiting, Waiting<em><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#330033;"><span style="color:#663366;">Eagerly awaiting the arrival of the the book Mad Church Disease by A. Jackson</span>.</span></em>lilmissinformedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02348163387542358755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5783316829442468961.post-29390901388869103002009-07-07T10:38:00.004+10:002009-08-06T10:07:38.346+10:00Sometimes I just get tired,ooh so tired<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUNfeW5lFVmgE_qU7QL0dOQShJ3jH7i0ypYDrKGeZXJOkzz77MFrz_31ivYV-zOzl6fFiJ8iMUxHcJ-g4zufPTdJAG37amoxFMkHMVJPw4bn1t3fFZVtvU9GTyQzZxQbiU595icewszNo/s1600-h/Weary-Traveler.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366635187267422114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUNfeW5lFVmgE_qU7QL0dOQShJ3jH7i0ypYDrKGeZXJOkzz77MFrz_31ivYV-zOzl6fFiJ8iMUxHcJ-g4zufPTdJAG37amoxFMkHMVJPw4bn1t3fFZVtvU9GTyQzZxQbiU595icewszNo/s320/Weary-Traveler.jpg" border="0" /></a>
<br /><div><span style="color:#666666;">Sometimes, Christians make me tired, bone weary, dog tired.
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<br />When listening to ALL to "criteria" that is spewed forth my way by some well meaning Christian I want to crawl up in bed and sleep the day away. It can be all to hard. I get tired just LISTENING to what I "have" to do in order to be a "real" Christian. </span>
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<br /><p><span style="color:#666666;">To become a Christian, what is actually demanded of Us? That we believe Jesus Christ is the saviour, that he died on the cross for us,at least as I understand it. I can't see that anything is asked of us. Not being good, not being "religious", not belonging to Church, not doing good deeds and acts,not being baptised. Non of these things are a pre-requisite to becoming what we commonly call a Christian. On a really simplistic level all you really have to say is 2 little words.</span></p>
<br /><p><span style="color:#666666;">"I believe". </span></p>
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<br /><p><span style="color:#666666;">P.S. this particular line of thought for me is a work in progress. I type something then go away, mull it over and come back a little later and revise, edit, delete, then the process starts again. Its not going so well, incase you were wondering, what's in my head and what ends up on "paper" looks nothing the same!</p></span>
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<br />lilmissinformedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02348163387542358755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5783316829442468961.post-22603757227578047062009-07-05T14:06:00.001+10:002009-08-06T08:12:27.313+10:00SALE! 50% OFF! LAST DAYS! SALE!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4arDbhw2X1jDyj7rsE7TOtp2zKwPCWz5VriC098JdYu5ZGzcxofv-unddG34y82guGs7tmFM6x-ZjAQAEufGTzKSmU2Q_H0gcm-v88jdBEhtQ_qrJsGieZjE3znJE1GSePD15zj1JUbI/s1600-h/images1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366606000645404562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 105px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 123px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4arDbhw2X1jDyj7rsE7TOtp2zKwPCWz5VriC098JdYu5ZGzcxofv-unddG34y82guGs7tmFM6x-ZjAQAEufGTzKSmU2Q_H0gcm-v88jdBEhtQ_qrJsGieZjE3znJE1GSePD15zj1JUbI/s320/images1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">AT THIS TIME OF YEAR</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">IS<strong> ANYONE</strong> PAYING FULL</span></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">PRICE FOR ANYTHING?</span></div>lilmissinformedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02348163387542358755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5783316829442468961.post-23097269907072917272009-07-05T12:45:00.003+10:002009-08-06T11:09:19.764+10:00The things that make you go.....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6F-8hDUFWBA3hbN1aw5QvPhOqdfEWkjtLQi3wxRdTKMBw9dQk3jCF-gfn7mg-rfqjNRK55tyhXwiApvWg1OW6UFwPI04fY9DeqUBWvpTcqWfeA56VoSll_t95GLpeIFpFovbBNCZmvig/s1600-h/images10.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366651431997333218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 119px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 111px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6F-8hDUFWBA3hbN1aw5QvPhOqdfEWkjtLQi3wxRdTKMBw9dQk3jCF-gfn7mg-rfqjNRK55tyhXwiApvWg1OW6UFwPI04fY9DeqUBWvpTcqWfeA56VoSll_t95GLpeIFpFovbBNCZmvig/s320/images10.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Dragged my body out of the snuggly warm bed after an extremely late night, had only one coffee, no shower and turned down my husbands bribe of $200.00 to not attend church and went to church anyway.How good am I?? !!<br /><br />At one point, the preacher was talking about christianity in a country (can't remember which remote 3rd world country unfortunately) where only .03 percent of the population is Christian, bible Christians.<br /><br />A bible Christian? I had thought a christian was a christian, good, bad,pretty, ugly, bible carrying, bible whacking, tall, short, well I guess you get the picture. Your either Christian or your not.<br /><br />The decision was made to email the Preacher and ask what he meant by it, because quite frankly I was mildly perplexed by it. I recieved a response back on same day, which I have listed below.<br /><br /><em><span style="color:#993399;">On Sunday morning I referred to bible Christians to distinguish them from members of a population who might call themselves Christians but who are only culture Christians rather than Christians because they are convinced that Jesus is the Lord. Bible Christians also implies people who accept the Word of God as the authority of their living rather than taking as their ultimate authority their own experiences or their own values or what somebody else has said, including the church. The question of authority sometimes changes what we regard to be true.<br /><br />I hope this is helpful. Come back to me with any questions or criticisms if you want to.</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#993399;"></span></em><br /><span style="color:#000000;">While I understand where he is coming from, Im not sure I agree with the need to categorise Christians, each to their own opinions I guess especially when it's really not <em>THE </em>burning issue of the day!</span><br /><em><span style="color:#993399;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#000000;"></span></em><span style="color:#993399;"><br /></span><span style="color:#993399;"><em><br /></em><br /></span></div>lilmissinformedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02348163387542358755noreply@blogger.com0