<?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-2411527601068287721</id><updated>2011-12-28T23:29:46.973-05:00</updated><category term='servant.'/><category term='relationships.'/><category term='Guard your heart'/><category term='reflection'/><category term='trust'/><category term='lost.'/><category term='Hillsong'/><category term='New Year'/><category term='books'/><category term='guilt'/><category term='surrender'/><category term='sing'/><category term='Holy'/><category term='self'/><category term='relent.'/><category term='nature'/><category term='Prince Osa.'/><category term='blood'/><category term='still'/><category term='Toke'/><category term='child.'/><category term='forgiveness'/><category term='inspiration'/><category term='help'/><category term='clarity'/><category term='hope'/><category term='shed'/><category term='glory'/><category term='tragedy'/><category term='dying'/><category term='bless.'/><category term='spontaneous worship'/><category term='Sacred'/><category term='Resolution'/><category term='accusation'/><category term='worship'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='tears'/><category term='family'/><category term='harvest'/><category term='New Thing'/><category term='Mother'/><category term='frustration'/><category term='Condemnation'/><category term='Jesus'/><category term='seeing'/><category term='encounter'/><category term='sowing'/><category term='seed'/><category term='protection'/><category term='Karen Kingsbury'/><category term='prayer'/><category term='friends'/><category term='sin'/><category term='guy'/><category term='reading'/><category term='victory'/><category term='testimony'/><category term='father'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='law'/><category term='God'/><category term='Mr. Right'/><category term='crush'/><category term='random'/><category term='memorial day'/><category term='experience'/><category term='growth'/><category term='valentine'/><category term='music'/><category term='dream'/><category term='compass'/><category term='faith'/><category term='journey'/><category term='book'/><category term='love.'/><category term='decisions'/><category term='north'/><category term='New.'/><category term='Labake'/><category term='directions'/><category term='falling'/><category term='Francine Rivers'/><category term='Romance'/><category term='obedience'/><category term='Christ'/><category term='conversation'/><category term='religiousit'/><category term='remember'/><category term='pressing on'/><category term='love'/><title type='text'>Becoming Jeshurun...</title><subtitle type='html'>HE came that we may have life to the fullest. Life in Him is an adventure. Won't you come and take a ride with me?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411527601068287721/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Homie GFunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16979090688392019381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WBFOFguCP_8/SZI7mk8e_8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/kleLVj20COs/S220/Forest.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>61</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411527601068287721.post-7805668895063124084</id><published>2011-12-28T23:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T23:24:20.133-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guilt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Thing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Condemnation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Year'/><title type='text'>Last Post of 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: large;"&gt;Hello all!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: large;"&gt;I hope you all enjoyed your Christmas and that the true meaning of Christmas was celebrated in your lives. As I reflect on 2011 and look to 2012 as it dawns, I want to leave you with this thought: God has not given up on you, and that is why He has preserved you. If He has not given up on you, then you shouldn't give up on yourself. As this year comes to a close, don't think of all the things that you couldn't do, or that didn't go the way you envisioned. As I heard in a sermon lately, don't bring yourself under condemnation or guilt but continue to fix your gaze upon Jesus. The Bible says that when we look upon Him, our faces are not ashamed. There is no disappointment in God. It may not have happened today don't be discouraged, know that it has been re-appointed for His time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: large;"&gt;So with this in mind, I wish you all a happy New Year! May the Lord do a new thing in your lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411527601068287721-7805668895063124084?l=missadeoti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/feeds/7805668895063124084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/2011/12/last-post-of-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411527601068287721/posts/default/7805668895063124084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411527601068287721/posts/default/7805668895063124084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/2011/12/last-post-of-2011.html' title='Last Post of 2011'/><author><name>Homie GFunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16979090688392019381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WBFOFguCP_8/SZI7mk8e_8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/kleLVj20COs/S220/Forest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411527601068287721.post-8742802691689363014</id><published>2011-12-05T10:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T10:53:10.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What shall I Say?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Hello World!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;It's been a minute since I was here. I apologize profusely and promise to try to be better. Interestingly, I haven't been away from Blogville, just away from my own blog. In the time I've been away, I just haven't had the drive or desire to come on here and write. Why, you may ask. I think it has to do with the fact that I had somehow defined this blog as Inspirational and outlet for my creative writing blog and inspiration eluded me these past couple months, so I had nothign to write. However, today I am coming on here to really just pour my heart out. I'm not quite sure there is a particular direcrion this post is going in, so please bear with me. I may just end up re-capping some events in my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Just recently, it was Thanksgiving and I had a lot to be thankful for. God has been so good to me and my family. When I lost my job, He surprised me and gave me one even better. He protected us to this point and continues to show us His new mercies everyday. God is good. I thank God for His faithfulness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Now we are going into another holiday of the season, and for some reason, this holiday has stress associated with it. This ought not be so. Christmas is about celebrating the birth of our Lord Jesus Christ, but when we observe how it is celebrated today, it really is not a celebration but a burden. The retail stores beckon on you to come buy their products at so called discount rates, people keep asking you, "what are you getting &lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt; for Christmas," and the list goes on. Aside from the strains on your pocket book, there are those thoughts of regret or disappointment that creep in. "Oh I wanted to have achieved this and that by the end of the year but I have nothign to show..." So instead of us being grateful anf joyfull that Jesus the Messiah was born and we can now say "Emmanuel" we are pre-occupied with what we want, what we don't have, and all the regrets of the year. I truly pray that this Christmas will be different for everyone. That we will find the peace and joy that He brings us this season and always. That we enjoy His presence even in the very mundane. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;So I leave you with this to offset your Christmas season:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/bPfdD3pBUig/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bPfdD3pBUig&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bPfdD3pBUig&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411527601068287721-8742802691689363014?l=missadeoti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/feeds/8742802691689363014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/2011/12/what-shall-i-say.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411527601068287721/posts/default/8742802691689363014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411527601068287721/posts/default/8742802691689363014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/2011/12/what-shall-i-say.html' title='What shall I Say?'/><author><name>Homie GFunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16979090688392019381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WBFOFguCP_8/SZI7mk8e_8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/kleLVj20COs/S220/Forest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411527601068287721.post-8059307636192151642</id><published>2011-10-27T19:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T19:21:53.980-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming back</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hello people,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So sorry I've been away for so long... So much has transpired in the time I've been away from this blog. I plan to be back with fresh rhema, and continuation to the "In God's Timing" series. Thank you for following.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jeshurun.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411527601068287721-8059307636192151642?l=missadeoti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/feeds/8059307636192151642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/2011/10/coming-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411527601068287721/posts/default/8059307636192151642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411527601068287721/posts/default/8059307636192151642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/2011/10/coming-back.html' title='Coming back'/><author><name>Homie GFunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16979090688392019381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WBFOFguCP_8/SZI7mk8e_8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/kleLVj20COs/S220/Forest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411527601068287721.post-850263610525490392</id><published>2011-08-14T21:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T21:15:26.459-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trust'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='still'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Holy are you Lord et al...</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello peoples,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been away for a while, I'm back now. I've been reading a lot of blogs but not writing anything on mine. So today I purposed in my heart that I will write even if my post does not have a flow to it. &lt;br /&gt;First, I would like to share this new song by Hillsong that I love. It's called Beautiful Exchange, and my favorite part goes:&lt;br /&gt;Holy are you Lord,&lt;br /&gt;Holy is Your name,&lt;br /&gt;With everything I've got,&lt;br /&gt;My heart will sing how I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I've been through some ups and downs regarding my courtship with Mr. But I thank God that He's brought us through it, and we're stronger for it. I'm just learning to be still and know that He is God. I'm learning to take all my issues to Him in prayer and trust that He will work things out even better than I can ever arrange for myself. He's just good like that. So I roll all my cares over to Him for He cares for me. I will not lie though it is not an easy task to just be still. We're doers, always trying to figure out what to do to fix a situation, it doesn't come to us instictively to just let go and trust God. Oh but I'm learning to do that. To not say too much, to not worry too much, to not react at all. He is faithful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my dear friends, till I return again, have a blessed week ahead and be still and know that He is God. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411527601068287721-850263610525490392?l=missadeoti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/feeds/850263610525490392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/2011/08/holy-are-you-lord-et-al.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411527601068287721/posts/default/850263610525490392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411527601068287721/posts/default/850263610525490392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/2011/08/holy-are-you-lord-et-al.html' title='Holy are you Lord et al...'/><author><name>Homie GFunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16979090688392019381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WBFOFguCP_8/SZI7mk8e_8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/kleLVj20COs/S220/Forest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411527601068287721.post-4213411148260065269</id><published>2011-07-05T22:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T22:04:52.427-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guard your heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prince Osa.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Labake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>All in God's Timing (Part 8)</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;So sorry y'all, I have been really bad with keeping up with this series and this blog in general. :( Ok now back to the story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;It's Tuesday morning and Labake is awake at 5AM. Initially she woke up to use the bathroom but as she went back to bed to resume sleep for another hour, sleep had eluded her. In the span of five minutes her mind was inundated with what had to be done for the day and little details that she really could have waited till after breakfast to figure out. Still musing about her to-do and wish list, she chided her overactive mind for depriving her of another hour of precious sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;"Okay, meeting with Kevin at 10AM, I need to get all the documents and information for that ready by 9:30, After lunch I have a 1:30, what's that meeting about anyway? Am I taking lunch to work today? Hmm maybe I should just get something out. But what? What am I going to get for lunch? It would really be nice to go to McCormick and Schmick but it's too formal and expensive for just lunch. Maybe for dinner... Oh my goodness! Don't I have a date with Osa tonight?! Why does this date keep surprising me? I've known about it for a while... Toke said she was going to stop by to help with my outfit right? Speaking of outfits, I need to get out of bed and figure out what I'm wearing to work today!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;With that, Labake rolled out of bed and prepared herself for work. As usual the shower was a brutal wake up call; works better than her alarm clock. When she got downstairs, she spotted her mother in the living room with her Bible open. She paused in the hallway debating whether she should disrupt her morning devotion or just call her when she was on her way to work. She opted for the disruption, she might have some nuggets of grace to share withe her before she starts her day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;"Good morning mom!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;"Ah oko mi good morning. How was your night?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;"It was good. Thank God. How was yours?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;"It was good. Are you off to work?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;"Yes mom, I just wanted to greet you and disrupt your devotion" Labake said with a grin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Her mother laughed. "As always my dear. Eh I was reading my Every Day with Jesus, and today's topic was on guarding your heart, especially in the area of relationships. As I'm not looking into any new romantic relationship, I felt maybe I should pass it on to you. My dear, be careful how you let any man into your heart o, I know I pester you about getting a man and getting married, but it is better to be single and have peace than to be with a man that will destroy your heart."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Labake's heart almost stopped. Did her mother know about her date with Osa? Was she eavesdropping? She quickly calmed her nerves and responded, "mom I hear you, that's some solid advice though. I have to run. Don't bother making dinner for me tonight, I will be going out to eat." With that Labake got up and made towards the front door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;"With who? By yourself?" but before she could finish Labake was in her car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;All the way to work, and throughout her entire day the words of that scripture played over and over in her mind. "Guard your heart with all diligence for out of it flow the issues of life." For some strange reason, she couldn't shake the words out of here mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;She got home later than she had anticipated that evening so she had to run into the shower the moment she was in her bedroom. As she was getting out of the shower, she heard Toke greeting her mom and exchanging pleasantries with her. Good. She didn't have all the time in the world to wait for Toke. She can get the basics together and Toke will just put the finishing touches to everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;"Ah ore, you're almost ready. How are you darling?" Toke said as she walked into Labake's bedroom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;"Toke thank God you're here on time, I got home late so please let's hurry. Does this necklace go?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;That was all Toke needed to hear to begin working her magic on Labake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;When they were done, they hurried downstairs and Labake hoped that her mother wouldn't see her leave so she won't have to explain why she was so dressed up. Thankfully for her, her mother was not in the vicinity. She opened the front door for herself and Toke and they got into their separate cars. Toke was on her way home and she was on her way to a date. A DATE! How long had she been on one? Did she even know how those go anymore? She really needed to get into the romantic mood. So all the way driving to the restaurant she played romantic songs and tried to calm her nerves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Upon arriving at the restaurant, a valet was at her door to park her car. She was ushered into the waiting area of the restaurant, where the Maitre d' welcomed her and asked if she was meeting someone. She replied that she was meeting Osa, and quickly he took her to his private dining area. She was taken away by it all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;"Hi. Hello." She said as she approached him, sticking out her hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;"Oh wow. You look amazing. Nice to finally meet you." With that he took her hand and pulled out her chair. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;After they were both seated, Osa had to take her in. She was beautiful beyond what he had anticipated. Those pictures didn't do her any justice at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;"So how was your day?" He said, jolting her out of the nervous wreck she was becoming, made evident by the way she was fiddling with her napkin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;"It was nice, very busy but so far so good." She replied regaining her composure and the conversation the rest of the night was easy. He was charming and definitely a gentleman. She was a natural beauty and he was beginning to catch a glimpse to the inner beauty as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;When they had finished eating, they danced to a live jazz band till she hinted it was time for her to go. He walked her out to wait for her car to be brought to her; all the while holding her hand. When the valet pulled up in her car, she turned to him and thanked him for a lovely evening, he thanked her as well and expressed a desire to see her again soon. She leaned in to hug him and say goodnight, and he pecked her on her cheek. A rush of butterflies were released in her belly as she walked to her car and drove off, playing the night over in her mind. By this time she had forgotten all about, "guard your heart with all diligence for out of it flow the issues of life."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411527601068287721-4213411148260065269?l=missadeoti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/feeds/4213411148260065269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/2011/07/all-in-gods-timing-part-8.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411527601068287721/posts/default/4213411148260065269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411527601068287721/posts/default/4213411148260065269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/2011/07/all-in-gods-timing-part-8.html' title='All in God&apos;s Timing (Part 8)'/><author><name>Homie GFunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16979090688392019381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WBFOFguCP_8/SZI7mk8e_8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/kleLVj20COs/S220/Forest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411527601068287721.post-1330452856096812044</id><published>2011-05-28T14:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T14:34:29.717-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='testimony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='remember'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='victory'/><title type='text'>Let The Redeemed of the Lord Say So</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Say Something!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"And they overcame him by the Blood of the Lamb and the words of their testimony."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Recently I've been thinking about the power of the testimony. What is a testimony? A testimony is when you recount something that happened to you or that you witnessed. Just like in court a witness comes to testify. Those of us that are Christians also have a testimony. Our testimonies can vary from person to person and subject to subject. It can be about how the Lord saved you radically or how He healed you or how He came through for you when there was no other way, or how He protected you from harm. Bottom line is we all have a testimony. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;What then do we do with our testimony? We're supposed to say something. It says we overcame by the words of our testimony. Not the thoughts of our testimony. We always have to remember and recount what the Lord has done for us. I've heard Bill Johnson of Bethel church say that the root of the word remember in Hebrew means seed. So when we remember what God has done and say it, we are sowing the seed for a repeat of that testimony and sealing our victory. Saying your testimony is essentially rehearsing your victories. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Realize that you have a testimony today and say it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411527601068287721-1330452856096812044?l=missadeoti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/feeds/1330452856096812044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/2011/05/let-redeemed-of-lord-say-so.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411527601068287721/posts/default/1330452856096812044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411527601068287721/posts/default/1330452856096812044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/2011/05/let-redeemed-of-lord-say-so.html' title='Let The Redeemed of the Lord Say So'/><author><name>Homie GFunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16979090688392019381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WBFOFguCP_8/SZI7mk8e_8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/kleLVj20COs/S220/Forest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411527601068287721.post-6132754781209507524</id><published>2011-04-07T19:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T19:03:03.077-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='help'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Letting it all out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I need to let it all out&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let out the frustration&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let out the fatigue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let out the anger&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let out the disappointment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let out the anxiety&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let out the tears that are welling up&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When is relief going to come?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When is respite going to come?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When is help going to come?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When is hope going to rise?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When is joy going to rise?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When is laughter going to rise?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;I lift my eyes up to the hills, where does my help come from, my help comes from the Lord the maker of Heaven and earth. That's what the Bible says. These says we're living in are proof that we need supernatural help. The ordinary just won't do. I can't rely on man for the arm of flesh will surely fail. Our eyes are on you Lord. Send help. Send help. Send help. He will keep in perfect peace he whose mind is stayed on Him. Out eyes are on you Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411527601068287721-6132754781209507524?l=missadeoti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/feeds/6132754781209507524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/2011/04/letting-it-all-out.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411527601068287721/posts/default/6132754781209507524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411527601068287721/posts/default/6132754781209507524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/2011/04/letting-it-all-out.html' title='Letting it all out'/><author><name>Homie GFunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16979090688392019381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WBFOFguCP_8/SZI7mk8e_8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/kleLVj20COs/S220/Forest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411527601068287721.post-665765088794526563</id><published>2011-03-05T12:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T12:20:38.217-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Counting My Blessings (Jer. 29:11)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Happy Saturday to you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;I hope all is well with you and yours. Very quickly we are progressing in the year. I hope and pray that as the year is progressing that we all are making progress in all of our endeavors. God help us all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;I entitled this blog post counting&amp;nbsp;my blessings because God has been so faithful to me and I do want to take time out to give Him the glory. As you may have read in a previous post, I was laid off from my job. However that was man doing his own my God had greater things in store. In the time I've been home on my forced vacation, (that's how I like to think of it), I have been spending more time with my Father. I've become more aware of His mighty hand in my life and knowing fully well that He is working things out for my good. I have also discovered some wonderful treasures in His word. You know that scripture that says, "For I know the thoughts I have towards you, thoughts of good and not of evil, to give you a future and a hope" ? Well if you read two verses after it the Word says, "Then you will call on me and come and pray to me, and I will listen to you. You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart. " I've read and re-read Jer. 29:11-13 in times past but there was something new that shouted out at me this time around. What the Lord is saying is that yes He has plans for us, but us knowing that He has plans is not the end of it. Notice that verse 12 starts with a "then." This means that once we know His plans for us, we have to seek Him ernestly for those plans to be manifested. Often times we quote Jer. 29:11 like it's a magical verse that acts on it's own without us playing a part. You have a part to play in your victory. It's called partnering with God and seeking His face. God wouldn't do anything in your life without you coming in agreement with His agenda. Just as Jesus said, "Your will be done on earth, as it is in Heaven." Don't you just love that? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;So in light of that nugget I've just shared, I want to share that my Father has done it, and I now have job offers! All this happening in less than a month. Praise Him!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411527601068287721-665765088794526563?l=missadeoti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/feeds/665765088794526563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/2011/03/counting-my-blessings-jer-2911.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411527601068287721/posts/default/665765088794526563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411527601068287721/posts/default/665765088794526563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/2011/03/counting-my-blessings-jer-2911.html' title='Counting My Blessings (Jer. 29:11)'/><author><name>Homie GFunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16979090688392019381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WBFOFguCP_8/SZI7mk8e_8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/kleLVj20COs/S220/Forest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411527601068287721.post-1028834284428410562</id><published>2011-02-23T23:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T23:44:12.198-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relent.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Musica!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/XC0WoJfYA2E" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this song blesses you as much as it blessed me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411527601068287721-1028834284428410562?l=missadeoti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/feeds/1028834284428410562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/2011/02/musica.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411527601068287721/posts/default/1028834284428410562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411527601068287721/posts/default/1028834284428410562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/2011/02/musica.html' title='Musica!!!'/><author><name>Homie GFunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16979090688392019381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WBFOFguCP_8/SZI7mk8e_8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/kleLVj20COs/S220/Forest.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/XC0WoJfYA2E/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411527601068287721.post-4504758989399330453</id><published>2011-02-13T19:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T19:11:56.559-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crisis and Opportunity</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When written in Chinese the word "crisis" is composed of two characters - one represents danger and the other represents opportunity. ~John F. Kennedy, address, 12 April 1959&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Bonjour mes amis de Blogville!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Happy Sunday to you all! Today I just want to share on the thin line between a crisis and an opportunity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Just recently, I was laid off from my job. Shocking?! I know. To say I was devastated is hitting the nail on the head. I couldn't understand why God would allow such a thing to happen to me. Why me? After all my prayers and all I had done&amp;nbsp;in serving Him. He also knew quite well all the financial responsibilities I had on my shoulders. Why did He now choose this time to allow such a thing to happen to&amp;nbsp;me? To be honest, I felt like God had deserted me. I cried out and wailed. I couldn't understand it. The crazy part was that I felt so powerless and He is all powerful; how was I to question Him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;As I was wailing and wallowing in my sorrow and self-pity, Mr Right said to me, "but babe, you don't even like the job." Yes I did not like the job but I didn't want to be humiliated by being "FIRED!" But he went on to remind me what the Pastor had said at the watch night service on New Year's Eve. She said in 2011, there will be crisis but in every crisis look for the opportunity. So he began to encourage me to trust God and believe that an opportunity will present itself. Initially, I was resistant to his advice. I wanted to feel sorry for myself. However, I felt like God jolted mewith &amp;nbsp;some faith and I began to really believe that things were going to work in my favor. I started applying for jobs and praying and I can confidently say that within a week of being laid off, God is opening some doors that I will have never thought of on my own. He is opening doors without me even having to do anything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;What crisis are you going through today? Can you trust in Him who is the author and finisher of your faith? He knows the plans He has for you. Why don't you ask Him to show you the opportunity in your crisis?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-znqJUXQR-Ws/TVhydK_JsRI/AAAAAAAAAC8/DoRBwTgN0Yo/s1600/opportunity.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="158" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-znqJUXQR-Ws/TVhydK_JsRI/AAAAAAAAAC8/DoRBwTgN0Yo/s320/opportunity.jpg" width="320" /&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/2411527601068287721-4504758989399330453?l=missadeoti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/feeds/4504758989399330453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/2011/02/crisis-and-opportunity.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411527601068287721/posts/default/4504758989399330453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411527601068287721/posts/default/4504758989399330453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/2011/02/crisis-and-opportunity.html' title='Crisis and Opportunity'/><author><name>Homie GFunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16979090688392019381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WBFOFguCP_8/SZI7mk8e_8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/kleLVj20COs/S220/Forest.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-znqJUXQR-Ws/TVhydK_JsRI/AAAAAAAAAC8/DoRBwTgN0Yo/s72-c/opportunity.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411527601068287721.post-6134538655007753679</id><published>2011-01-27T18:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T18:06:29.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Courage</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Hello Blogville,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;I hope the new year has been gracious to you all so far. One of the things I have really been pondering this new is courage or boldness. The courage to tackle any obstacle that I face without retreating to my hole in fear. I have so many dreams and ambitions that were held back last year by fear of the unknown, regret, and a sense that I didn't have what it takes to achieve them. I analysed and analysed even to the point of paralysis. This new year, I am determined to take strong strides in faith and courage. To me courage is to have heart. To put all my heart into a matter and not lose faith. Courage to try and believe that with God on my side I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me. I'm coming out and I want the world to know. There are two areas that I want to step out in courage/faith in this year, and they are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;-Graduate school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;-Business.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;What are those goals that you are shooting for that you know you need major guts to achieve? Ponder on these quotes and let them inspire you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light not our darkness that frightens us. We ask ourselves 'who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented and fabulous?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small doesn't serve the world. There's nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;It's not just in some of us; its in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;-Marianne Williamson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;"Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;-Mark Twain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411527601068287721-6134538655007753679?l=missadeoti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/feeds/6134538655007753679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/2011/01/courage.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411527601068287721/posts/default/6134538655007753679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411527601068287721/posts/default/6134538655007753679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/2011/01/courage.html' title='Courage'/><author><name>Homie GFunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16979090688392019381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WBFOFguCP_8/SZI7mk8e_8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/kleLVj20COs/S220/Forest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411527601068287721.post-2317398847009074634</id><published>2011-01-01T22:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T22:23:50.298-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Resolution'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Year'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Hey Blogville!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Happy New year to you all. I apologize for being AWOL in the last month. Well this new year I pray for the grace to come back with a greater momentum for this year. Hopefully this year I will bring you some inspiration, something from the heart and a continuation of In God's Timing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This year, let God make you over like a potter remolds the clay in his hands. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;I pray that this year will mark the beginning of something great and wonderful in all of our lives in Jesus' Name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;So let's get started!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411527601068287721-2317398847009074634?l=missadeoti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/feeds/2317398847009074634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-new-year.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411527601068287721/posts/default/2317398847009074634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411527601068287721/posts/default/2317398847009074634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!!!!'/><author><name>Homie GFunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16979090688392019381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WBFOFguCP_8/SZI7mk8e_8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/kleLVj20COs/S220/Forest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411527601068287721.post-305049272152920290</id><published>2010-11-20T21:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T21:57:15.715-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bless.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spontaneous worship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>A musical evening</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/prbw1s5gVX8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/prbw1s5gVX8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this song blesses you as it has blessed me and enriched my worship. Till next time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411527601068287721-305049272152920290?l=missadeoti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/feeds/305049272152920290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/2010/11/musical-evening.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411527601068287721/posts/default/305049272152920290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411527601068287721/posts/default/305049272152920290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/2010/11/musical-evening.html' title='A musical evening'/><author><name>Homie GFunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16979090688392019381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WBFOFguCP_8/SZI7mk8e_8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/kleLVj20COs/S220/Forest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411527601068287721.post-1556586963164460105</id><published>2010-11-01T14:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T14:48:53.786-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='protection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus'/><title type='text'>The Blood of Jesus.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.virtuousplanet.com/shops/userimages/00009/00000000047/section/00000000000000001829.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 252px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 252px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.virtuousplanet.com/shops/userimages/00009/00000000047/section/00000000000000001829.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;There is power, power,&lt;br /&gt;Wonder working power&lt;br /&gt;In the Blood of the Lamb,&lt;br /&gt;There is power power,&lt;br /&gt;Wonder working power&lt;br /&gt;In the precious Blood of the Lamb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things that come to overwhelm us in this world that we live in today that without the protection of God over our lives we would not be able to stand. We are in the last days, and everywhere you look there is calamity, danger, pestilence, death, and sin. Even a Christian can fall prey to the traps of hopelessness that the enemy has laid out for people. We know in the Word that "the devil comes to steal, kill, and destroy" (John 10:10) and he is not willing to relent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can attest to feeling the oppression of the attacks of the evil one. There were days when it seemed like I couldn't make it and the more I looked around me, the more I felt like I was sinking in this dying world. Does that ring a bell? Remember Peter sinking after he had started walking on water? The suffocating feeling of helplessness, hopelessness and fear was unbearable. I was praying but even prayer felt like a burden. It got to the point where I constantly fought tears regardless of where I was. That's when I had a meeting with a very wise woman at my church, and she reminded me of the Blood of Jesus. From then on I have been pleading the Blood daily and I have watched as God's power subdued the attacks of the enemy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may say what has the Blood of Jesus got to do with anything. If you are a Christian, Jesus shed His innocent blood for your sake so that you can have forgiveness, deliverance and protection. There are two things I want to point out in the Word that let us know that blood is important. The first is the instance where God told the Israelites to smear the blood of a lamb with no blemish on their doorposts so that when the angel of death comes to attack the Egyptians, it will not come near them. If the blood of a lamb could be used in that manner, how much more the blood of Jesus, the Lamb of God. Secondly, innocent blood shed is intercession before God. When the blood of Abel was shed, the Bible tells us that the blood cried out to God for vengeance. How much more will the Blood of Jesus make intercession for us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, no matter what you may be going through know this: the Blood that Jesus shed for you on Calvary is well able to make you an overcomer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;“And they overcame him by &lt;strong&gt;the blood of the Lamb&lt;/strong&gt; and by the word of their testimony, and they did not love their lives to the death.” (Revelation 12:11)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--image from virtuousplanet.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411527601068287721-1556586963164460105?l=missadeoti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/feeds/1556586963164460105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/2010/11/blood-of-jesus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411527601068287721/posts/default/1556586963164460105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411527601068287721/posts/default/1556586963164460105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/2010/11/blood-of-jesus.html' title='The Blood of Jesus.'/><author><name>Homie GFunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16979090688392019381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WBFOFguCP_8/SZI7mk8e_8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/kleLVj20COs/S220/Forest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411527601068287721.post-5031316555625786001</id><published>2010-09-29T15:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T16:26:06.088-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving On...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WBFOFguCP_8/TKOgRZ2N5xI/AAAAAAAAACo/Hpjf4z5aQxY/s1600/seed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 201px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522433788942870290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WBFOFguCP_8/TKOgRZ2N5xI/AAAAAAAAACo/Hpjf4z5aQxY/s320/seed.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;They say old habits die hard. I think we can say old affections also die hard.&lt;br /&gt;Just recently I had to deal with the old affections of my heart. I really thought I had forgotten them, killed them, buried them, never to see them again. But that was only a dream. A delusion of some sort. They didn't go away, they had only morphed into something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you're wondering, I'm talking about those fantasies, dreams of the type of man I always thought I'd end up with. I'm talking about the impressions old boyfriends and crushes have left on me. I think every daughter of Eve have them to some degree. I surely got my fair share of them. I fantasied and day-dreamt. I panted and crushed hard. I was border-line chasing these crushes if it came to it. As for the old flames, we were through but as with any experience we have in life, they inevitably left an impression on me. so what does a girl do with all these when she meets a great guy who wants to pursue marriage with her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I did was to just bury them alive. I just shoved them deep somewhere within my soul without asking God for help on what to do. The crazy thing is that these suckers know how to change appearance and come back to life so you won't even suspect. It starts out innocent but it's the little foxes I tell you! So instead of guarding my heart, I start to indulge in a little conversation here with a guy I had feelings for, or just a little imagination of what my life would have been without Mr. And that's how it starts. Until one day I'm on the verge of ruining a really good work that God is doing in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proverbs 14:1 teaches us that a wise woman builds her home but a foolish woman tears it down. I certainly was walking in the footsteps of the foolish woman by not watching what I dwell on. So what did I do? I asked God for help. What was the answer? Die to yourself. Check this verse out:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"I tell you the truth, unless a kernel of wheat is planted in the soil and dies, it remains alone. But its death will produce many new kernels—a plentiful harvest of new lives." John 12:24&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So if I want a new life that will produce a plentiful harvest of new lives, I have to forget what is behind, die to myself and reach for what is ahead. What is your story?&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/2411527601068287721-5031316555625786001?l=missadeoti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/feeds/5031316555625786001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/2010/09/moving-on.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411527601068287721/posts/default/5031316555625786001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411527601068287721/posts/default/5031316555625786001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/2010/09/moving-on.html' title='Moving On...'/><author><name>Homie GFunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16979090688392019381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WBFOFguCP_8/SZI7mk8e_8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/kleLVj20COs/S220/Forest.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WBFOFguCP_8/TKOgRZ2N5xI/AAAAAAAAACo/Hpjf4z5aQxY/s72-c/seed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411527601068287721.post-7317855742069082595</id><published>2010-09-01T22:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T22:10:04.082-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A True Father</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;---Excerpt from &lt;em&gt;Fathered by God&lt;/em&gt; by John Eldredge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Jesus kept coming back to this central issue, over and over, driving at it in his teachings, his parables, his penetrating questions. If you look again, through the lens that most of us feel fundamentally fatherless, I think you'll find it very close indeed to the center of Jesus' mission. "Which of you, if his son asks for bread, will give him a stone? Or if he asks for a fish, will give him a snake?" (Matt. 7:9-10 NIV). Well? We rush ahead to the rest of the passage, but I think Jesus is asking us a real question and he wants a real answer. I expect he paused here, his penetrating, compassionate eyes scanning the listeners before him. Well? I hesitate. I guess you're right. I wouldn't, and apart from the exceptionally wicked man, I can't think of any decent father-even if he is self absorbed-who would do such a thing. Jesus continues, "If you, then, though you are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father in heaven give good gifts to those who ask him!" (v. 11 NIV). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;He is trying to speak to our deepest doubt about the universe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Look at the birds of the air. Consider the lilies in the field. Are you not much more valuable to your true Father than they? (Matt 6:26, 28). Hmmm. I'm not sure how to answer. I mean, of course, there's the "right" answer. And then there is the wound in our hearts toward fatherhood, and there is also the way our lives have gone. "What do you think? If a man owns a hundred sheep, and one of them wanders away, will he not leave the ninety-nine on the hills and go to look for the one that wandered off?" (Matt. 18:12 NIV). Yet another question, pressing into the submerged fears in our hearts, another question wanting another answer. Well? Wouldn't he? "And if he finds it, I tell you the truth, he is happier about that one sheep than about the ninety-nine that did not wander off. In the same way your Father in heaven is not willing that any of these little ones should be lost" (vv. 13-14 NIV).Wherever you are in your ability to believe it at this moment in your life, at least you can see what Jesus is driving at. You have a good Father. He is better than you thought. He cares. He really does. He's kind and generous. He's out for your best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411527601068287721-7317855742069082595?l=missadeoti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/feeds/7317855742069082595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/2010/09/true-father.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411527601068287721/posts/default/7317855742069082595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411527601068287721/posts/default/7317855742069082595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/2010/09/true-father.html' title='A True Father'/><author><name>Homie GFunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16979090688392019381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WBFOFguCP_8/SZI7mk8e_8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/kleLVj20COs/S220/Forest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411527601068287721.post-5688708501490657935</id><published>2010-08-16T11:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T12:46:01.109-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prince Osa.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Toke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Labake'/><title type='text'>All In God's Timing (Part 7)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Labake had to call Toke. There was just so much to catch up on, it had been a while since she spoke to her girlfriend. However, before she can do that she has to run a few errands. It's Saturday morning and she really doesn't feel like driving around town trying to do this and that. All she really wants to do is to curl up on her bed and gist with Toke. That would just have to wait. Right now, she has to: clean up the house (now that her mother is around), go to the post office, stop at the bank, and pick up groceries. Not a lot of things but very time consuming. Good thing she didn't make plans for this evening because she sure needs her rest. Speaking of plans, didn't she agree to go on a date with Osa?! She has nothing to wear! Didn't she realize that before agreeing to go out with a man, a prince for that matter. Oh brother! Now she has to add going to the department store to her list of things to do. And with that she dragged herself out of bed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah Akanke, you're awake? You children of nowadays sleep for long hours!" That was the first thing her mother said to her as she came into the kitchen. The woman was all showered and dressed for the day. She even had breakfast started. How does she do it?&lt;br /&gt;"Mom, you always wake up early. It's only 9am!"&lt;br /&gt;"Ok, I'll give you that one because it's Saturday. Will you like to eat?"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh not now mom, I need to get to the bank before 12, and I still have to clean the house and do other things. What did you make?"&lt;br /&gt;"I made ogi and akara. Enough of all this your onyibo food. See if you had woken up earlier you would have time to join me."&lt;br /&gt;"Ah maami! I'm going to clean. see you in a bit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day rushed by and it was 3pm before she could settle on the couch with a hot bowl of amala and ewedu soup. It's such a blessing to have her mom around to make home-made Nigerian meals for her. She reached over to the side table and grabbed the cordless phone. Time to call Toke.&lt;br /&gt;At the second ring, Toke answered.&lt;br /&gt;"Ore, what's up?"&lt;br /&gt;"hey love, I'm good o. Just trying not to let my mother drive me nuts. I love that woman though!"&lt;br /&gt;Toke laughed. "You and your mother! I wish my mom would visit. The woman is too busy."&lt;br /&gt;"Toke guess what."&lt;br /&gt;"What?"&lt;br /&gt;Labake giggled. "That was a brilliant answer. Why do we even say that. Anyway, Prince Osa asked me out on a date!"&lt;br /&gt;"Whaaaat?! You're kidding right?"&lt;br /&gt;"Why would I?"&lt;br /&gt;"Wow, when and where?"&lt;br /&gt;"Well, it's this coming Tusday evening. He's coming here."&lt;br /&gt;"Omg, do you have an outfit?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yea, I found something at the store, but I think I'll need help with the look."&lt;br /&gt;"Don't worry I got this. Since I have to see momsie anyway, I'll stop by your place on Tuesday after work. I'll probably leave work early."&lt;br /&gt;"Aww you don't have to... "&lt;br /&gt;"Abeg the work go be alright."&lt;br /&gt;"Aww ok... thank you Toksy... you're the best."&lt;br /&gt;"You're welcome darling. Listen, let me run... I'll call you later ok?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah sure no problem. Later love."&lt;br /&gt;"Bye." click.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She really didn't know what to make of this date situation. Should she be excited or should she not be? She didn't want to get her hopes high just to have them crashing down again like many times before. Which is the main reason why she refuses to discuss it with her mother. That would only make matters worse. Her mother would be expecting a proposal immediately after the date meanwhile the man may not even be that into her. What is it with her? Why can't she be like Toke, who had all the men wrapped around her finger? Why can't someone just sweep her off her feet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411527601068287721-5688708501490657935?l=missadeoti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/feeds/5688708501490657935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/2010/08/all-in-gods-timing-part-7.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411527601068287721/posts/default/5688708501490657935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411527601068287721/posts/default/5688708501490657935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/2010/08/all-in-gods-timing-part-7.html' title='All In God&apos;s Timing (Part 7)'/><author><name>Homie GFunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16979090688392019381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WBFOFguCP_8/SZI7mk8e_8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/kleLVj20COs/S220/Forest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411527601068287721.post-5600240038152707662</id><published>2010-07-09T10:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T11:23:38.113-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Those nutty things called relationships.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WBFOFguCP_8/TEB5CbC-zkI/AAAAAAAAACY/aCwMT9xTkRM/s1600/unity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 243px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494524627918966338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WBFOFguCP_8/TEB5CbC-zkI/AAAAAAAAACY/aCwMT9xTkRM/s320/unity.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (image from: blog.thoughtpick.com)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do not conform any longer to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God's will is—his good, pleasing and perfect will.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Love must be sincere. Hate what is evil; cling to what is good. Be devoted to one another in brotherly love. Honor one another above yourselves.&lt;br /&gt;-Romans 12:2, 9-10.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The verses above encourage us to not live our lives according to the pattern and culture of this world but to be transformed by the renewing of our mind. Then the author goes on to tell us that our love must be sincere. I'm sure you're getting my drift here. When we look around the world there'e so much hatred, bitterness, and truly the love of many has waxed cold. Even in my life. I allowed the enemy to come in and sow seeds of strife and bitterness that just sunk in and took deep roots. It took an emotional outburt on my part for me to realize how deep I had allowed this thing to grow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;See the enemy loves stife in the body of Christ, the more he cause disunity, the harder it is for us to walk in the fullness of what God has for us. In verse 2 it says, "then you will be able to test and approve what God's will is." When we're walking in strife we can't say we know God's heart because in His heart there is no hatred, no malice and no strife. Remember that admonishment that says, "Oh how wonderful and pleasant it is for brethren to dwell in unity?" When we dwell in unity with our brothers and sisters in Christ that is when the anointing and grace of God can truly flow down. Too many times do ministries break down because someone started a rumor and then the seed of deception and strife spreads, leaving many wounded and bitter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;God wants to do an awesome work in His body in these last days. I believe that we would be able to access some mighty breakthroughs spiritually in these last days even as in the natural many things that people thought would never happen are happening. However, to get to that place of knocking down obstacles and claiming the victory, the whole body of Christ has to be united in the effort. Every joint has to supply without murmuring or complaining. Enough of the bickering and back-biting. But this we should do: "Rejoice and exult in hope; be steadfast and patient in suffering and tribulation; be constant in prayer." (Romans 12:12)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411527601068287721-5600240038152707662?l=missadeoti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/feeds/5600240038152707662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/2010/07/those-nutty-things-called-relationships.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411527601068287721/posts/default/5600240038152707662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411527601068287721/posts/default/5600240038152707662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/2010/07/those-nutty-things-called-relationships.html' title='Those nutty things called relationships.'/><author><name>Homie GFunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16979090688392019381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WBFOFguCP_8/SZI7mk8e_8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/kleLVj20COs/S220/Forest.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WBFOFguCP_8/TEB5CbC-zkI/AAAAAAAAACY/aCwMT9xTkRM/s72-c/unity.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411527601068287721.post-5222972875201520167</id><published>2010-06-02T10:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T11:32:54.389-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='servant.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='father'/><title type='text'>Fathered by God.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WBFOFguCP_8/TAZ5kesAk8I/AAAAAAAAACQ/dcUfFvrx7Ho/s1600/fatherhood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478199664362689474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WBFOFguCP_8/TAZ5kesAk8I/AAAAAAAAACQ/dcUfFvrx7Ho/s320/fatherhood.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;As I type this post, I'm listening to a sermon about walking with the Father and getting our joy. The preacher said something that just stuck with me and reminded me that I'd been wanting to write about being fathered by God. He said, "busy-ness is the pain-killer of an orphaned soul." Very profound statement. Plainly speaking, this statement means that when a person is so busy they are only using that to deal with not having a relationship with Father God. I've been there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Most of us, at some point in our journeys with God we're in the stage of being a servant to God. Either we're there when we first got born again or we got there after years of being in the Kingdom. You may ask is it possible to be born again and not have a relationship with the Father? The answer is an alarming yes. It is very possible. Often times people understand the concept of Jesus as Savior, as Lord, as our way to Heaven. We know He is Almighty, we know He is great and powerful and mighty to save but a lot of times most of us don't know how to deal with the reality of Him being our daddy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Do you know it is possible to be in a family with both parents and not have a relationship with the father? Sure, he's your father, you're a product of his seed, you even look like him. He clothes you and feeds you, he disciplines you makes sure you have what it takes to stand on your own two feet but one thing is lacking. The thing lacking is relationship. That place of knowing your father intimately and him knowing you intimately. Where your relationship with him doesn't hinge upon whether you performed well in school or not, or whether you played really well on the field. You just enjoy your father and there's nothing he can ever do to make you doubt his love for you, and there's nothing you can ever do to make him stop loving you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Now take that concept and apply it to God and multiply that by a gazillion. If you're like me you know it's hard because the standard of fatherhood the world has shown is really not that great. We live in a broken world where not everyone had a father figure so for many it's very difficult having a heavenly father. The good news is that it is very possible to be fathered by God. The thing is, He's already been waiting for us we just need to reach out to Him. Each person's relationship with Father God will be different just as my earthly father relates to his children differently. But know this: He cares soo deeply and He loves us more than we can ever understand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Jesus said, "I no longer call you servants, I call you friends." Let's be sons of God, and not only that, let's be friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; Have you ever struggled with being fathered by God?&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/2411527601068287721-5222972875201520167?l=missadeoti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/feeds/5222972875201520167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/2010/06/fathered-by-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411527601068287721/posts/default/5222972875201520167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411527601068287721/posts/default/5222972875201520167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/2010/06/fathered-by-god.html' title='Fathered by God.'/><author><name>Homie GFunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16979090688392019381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WBFOFguCP_8/SZI7mk8e_8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/kleLVj20COs/S220/Forest.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WBFOFguCP_8/TAZ5kesAk8I/AAAAAAAAACQ/dcUfFvrx7Ho/s72-c/fatherhood.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411527601068287721.post-3597784433940177305</id><published>2010-05-20T11:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T11:44:23.279-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Reflections</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hello Blogville!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Please forgive me for my hiatus. There's been soo much going on that kept me away from you. First it was the fact that I felt that I had nothing to share then it was the ban on all non work related use of the internet at work. Today though, I just had to come here by hook or by crook. I can't say I have a word from the Lord for you, so please bear with me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So a week ago on May 11th it was birthday. My birthday cake had 3 candles on it so I am three years old if you need to know. I got a really nice gift from my Mr. God bless him! I took the day off and spent the first waking moments with the Giver of Life to reflect on how far He's brought me. And even now I'm still on the reflecting train. God has been so awesome to me. I remember times that I honestly thought I wouldn't make it through. That my dreams were nothing more than vapor that will pass away and I will be left with nothing. Through my fears, He's held me in the palm of His mighty Hands, proving to me that He is the keeper of all my dreams. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I reflect on how I used to be and how I'm not that way any more because I have new life in me now. The things I struggled with no longer have me bound, not that I'm perfect but because I now have the choice to not be bound. I can choose in the freedom that He shed His blood for. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I can go on and on, but I won't make your eyes sore from reading. The main thing is that He has brought me from a mighty long way. What about you? Where has He brought you from? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411527601068287721-3597784433940177305?l=missadeoti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/feeds/3597784433940177305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/2010/05/reflections.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411527601068287721/posts/default/3597784433940177305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411527601068287721/posts/default/3597784433940177305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/2010/05/reflections.html' title='Reflections'/><author><name>Homie GFunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16979090688392019381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WBFOFguCP_8/SZI7mk8e_8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/kleLVj20COs/S220/Forest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411527601068287721.post-6982070592892216288</id><published>2010-04-20T10:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T11:25:23.317-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conversation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>Conversations with God</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WBFOFguCP_8/S83HQzfHiXI/AAAAAAAAACI/w7YOFmhRzlQ/s1600/book.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 257px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462241014582839666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WBFOFguCP_8/S83HQzfHiXI/AAAAAAAAACI/w7YOFmhRzlQ/s320/book.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Recently I just read a book titled "&lt;strong&gt;Never the Bride&lt;/strong&gt;" by Cheryl Mckay and Rene Gutteridge. It was a totally amazing experience. The authors did a great job mixing humor with some very sound core truths about God's heart for us. The book is about a young lady, Jessie, who is single and seriously searching for her Mr. Right. She has a huge crush on her best friend (a guy), Blake, who doesn't see her as a potential mate and so she spends her time dating other men while at the same time waiting for Blake. Her life takes a turn for the better as she develops a living, real, relationship with God. God actually appears to her in human form and that's how their relationship starts. Now I'm not going to ruin it for you, so go get a copy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some things that just struck me in the book though. One of them being the reality of her relationship with God. The relationship was so real and so honest it was quite refreshing. Maybe because she didn't have the religious background that most of us have. When we pray (which is conversation with God) we tend to be very formal, like we put on this air and hardly do we wait for a reply. In the book though because she could see God in a physical body, her conversations with Him were so much more real (for a lack of a better word). I mean you see her letting it all out, the disappointments, her questions, her adoration. His responses are real too. It's funny because people around her began to think she was losing her mind due to stress and depression. She on the other hand is caught up in the most romantic relationship of her life. This book really challenged me about my relationship with God. Have I gotten stuffy in my conversations with God? Instead of presenting myself as I am, have I been reading scripts to Him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more I ponder on this, the more I realize that I have. I yearn for that type of living relationship with God, not the one where I'm just always interceding. Don't misquote me, intercession is very vital to the body of Christ; you will be surprised how your interceding has given someone else a breakthrough. But I don't want to intercede so much that I lose out on hearing Him talk to me on a daily basis from the mundane things in life to the big issues. God is just as much interested in the tiny details of my life as He is in solving world hunger. So today, my charge to myself and to you dear reader is that we approach our heavenly Father's throne just as we are and just bare it all to Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Let us then approach the throne of grace with confidence, so that we may receive mercy and find grace to help us in our time of need" (Hebrews 4:16)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411527601068287721-6982070592892216288?l=missadeoti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/feeds/6982070592892216288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/2010/04/conversations-with-god.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411527601068287721/posts/default/6982070592892216288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411527601068287721/posts/default/6982070592892216288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/2010/04/conversations-with-god.html' title='Conversations with God'/><author><name>Homie GFunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16979090688392019381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WBFOFguCP_8/SZI7mk8e_8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/kleLVj20COs/S220/Forest.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WBFOFguCP_8/S83HQzfHiXI/AAAAAAAAACI/w7YOFmhRzlQ/s72-c/book.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411527601068287721.post-6869777475519253867</id><published>2010-04-01T12:29:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T12:59:11.934-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Punishing Sin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WBFOFguCP_8/S7TP-6Srz4I/AAAAAAAAACA/tMhfVDcMgH4/s1600/Christ_on_the_Cross_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455213728358977410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WBFOFguCP_8/S7TP-6Srz4I/AAAAAAAAACA/tMhfVDcMgH4/s320/Christ_on_the_Cross_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I was reading my devotional this morning on the Metro and I came across Jer. 14:10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus says the LORD to this people:&lt;br /&gt;“ Thus they have loved to wander;&lt;br /&gt;They have not restrained their feet.&lt;br /&gt;Therefore the LORD does not accept them;&lt;br /&gt;He will remember their iniquity now,&lt;br /&gt;And punish their sins.” (NKJV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it got me thinking, here it says that God desires to punish sins. So I really began to ruminate on this. What does it mean for God to punish our sins. Note: other translations of this verse say, "punish &lt;strong&gt;them &lt;/strong&gt;for their sins. But when I read this, something sparked in me. So I continued reading the devotional piece for today, and they made this statement, "a good doctor will tell you how sick you are in order to take the medicine that will save you." The way I like to think about that statement is, the medicine is the punishment for the sickness. When you go to the doctor, he doesn't get mad at you for being sick, he gives you what you need to be cured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that when we sin, we face consequences for our sins. The Bible says "the wages of sin is death." There is no mistaking that fact. God is not mocked whatever a man sows so shall he reap. If you sow into the carnal nature you will reap spiritual death. Spiritual death is basically separation from God. That is the consequence of sin.&lt;br /&gt;Now punishment for sin in my understanding is different. Let's go back to the doctor/patient example. The doctor gives the sick person the medicine that will go to the root cause of the illness and drive it out. The medicine wipes out the sickness from the body. I believe so is God's punishment for sin. God hates sin because it separates us from Him. He is a holy God and he cannot behold sin. However He loves the sinner. Scripture tells us in John 3:16 that "for God so &lt;strong&gt;loved the world&lt;/strong&gt; that He gave His only begotten son, that whosoever believes in Him should not perish but have everlasting life." So then how does God punish sin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God punished sin in the person of Jesus Christ. Remember that He put all our sins upon Him who knew no sin and by His nailing to the cross, He nailed our sins to the cross. Therefore He has satisfied His wrath by putting sin and the root of it to death. Prophecy is then fulfilled in Jer. 14:10. In conclusion, I leave you with these verse for consideration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;13And you who were dead in trespasses and in the uncircumcision of your flesh (your sensuality, your sinful carnal nature), [God] brought to life together with [Christ], having [freely] forgiven us all our transgressions,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14Having cancelled and blotted out and wiped away the handwriting of the note (bond) with its legal decrees and demands which was in force and stood against us (hostile to us). This [note with its regulations, decrees, and demands] He set aside and cleared [a]completely out of our way by nailing it to [His] cross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15[God] disarmed the principalities and powers that were ranged against us and made a bold display and public example of them, in triumphing over them in Him and in it [the cross]. (Col. 2:13-15 AMP)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-Image taken from http://www.wmofa.com/artists/Velazquez,_Diego/image/Christ_on_the_Cross_1632.jpg.html&amp;amp;img=&amp;amp;tt=&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/2411527601068287721-6869777475519253867?l=missadeoti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/feeds/6869777475519253867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/2010/04/punishing-sin.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411527601068287721/posts/default/6869777475519253867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411527601068287721/posts/default/6869777475519253867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/2010/04/punishing-sin.html' title='Punishing Sin'/><author><name>Homie GFunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16979090688392019381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WBFOFguCP_8/SZI7mk8e_8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/kleLVj20COs/S220/Forest.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WBFOFguCP_8/S7TP-6Srz4I/AAAAAAAAACA/tMhfVDcMgH4/s72-c/Christ_on_the_Cross_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411527601068287721.post-4519422749103780166</id><published>2010-03-25T14:23:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T14:43:51.639-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='growth'/><title type='text'>Growing Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WBFOFguCP_8/S6uuv8y3D6I/AAAAAAAAABU/L9FxNgzy3bg/s1600/growth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 295px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452643912658653090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WBFOFguCP_8/S6uuv8y3D6I/AAAAAAAAABU/L9FxNgzy3bg/s320/growth.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You know, growth is an interesting phenomenon.&lt;br /&gt;You can't see the inch by inch growth of a child yet when you notice that he's gotten taller since the last time you saw him you say, "Oh wow! You've grown so tall!"&lt;br /&gt;The boy probably couldn't feel his head moving up inch by inch everyday but one day he woke up and as if it happened overnight, he's taller and bigger.&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone even know when this growth is taking place? That particular second/minute when the child gained an extra inch. Yet growth keeps happening. And the evidence is glaring, you can't deny that he grew taller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how our life journey is. The ideal is that we go from one stage to a higher stage. We may not all notice the little steps or inches that we grow, but at some point, people go, "oh wow! You've reached this milestone!" We all know quite well that progress doesn't happen overnight. There are nutrients that we've been feeding on that have been contributing to our daily growth whether we feel it or not. However someday we get there. We get to that measurable level of growth. We can look back and have an Ebenezer moment, "thus far has the Lord brought me." And no matter what we've experienced in the past, nobody can deny our testimony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may not feel fully grown into who you know you should be. Don't panic. It's a process. God is pruning you, and putting all that you need for growth in you so that you may come to the full stature of Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;12His intention was the perfecting and the full equipping of the saints (His consecrated people), [that they should do] the work of ministering toward building up Christ's body (the church),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13[That it might develop] until we all attain oneness in the faith and in the comprehension of the [[a]full and accurate] knowledge of the Son of God, that [we might arrive] at really mature manhood (the completeness of personality which is nothing less than the standard height of Christ's own perfection), the measure of the stature of the fullness of the Christ and the completeness found in Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14So then, we may no longer be children, tossed [like ships] to and fro between chance gusts of teaching and wavering with every changing wind of doctrine, [the prey of] the cunning and cleverness of [b]unscrupulous men, [gamblers engaged] in every shifting form of trickery in inventing errors to mislead.&lt;/span&gt; " Ephesians 4:12-14.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Image found on stock.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411527601068287721-4519422749103780166?l=missadeoti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/feeds/4519422749103780166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/2010/03/growing-up.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411527601068287721/posts/default/4519422749103780166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411527601068287721/posts/default/4519422749103780166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/2010/03/growing-up.html' title='Growing Up'/><author><name>Homie GFunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16979090688392019381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WBFOFguCP_8/SZI7mk8e_8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/kleLVj20COs/S220/Forest.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WBFOFguCP_8/S6uuv8y3D6I/AAAAAAAAABU/L9FxNgzy3bg/s72-c/growth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411527601068287721.post-1992776715526781697</id><published>2010-03-23T11:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T11:51:09.443-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religiousit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>Letter to the Church: Is It well?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This was pulled from the faith column on 234Next.com, please enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scripture declares it is well, but is it really? The prophet (Jeremiah I think) said of the priests of his day, and I paraphrase; the Lord says “my people are full of sores, yet the priests rub them with ointment and tell them it is well”. What does this mean? Straightforward really; Israel was infested with sin, yet the priest told the people that all was well. Today the pastors tell us the same thing; it is well, the Lord will bless you. Yet God who does not change is still saying, “if only the people who are called by name will turn and repent, I will heal them of their sins”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, certain words have become archaic, forgotten, discarded, and mentioned only as infrequently as possible. These words? Sin and repent. Sin is mentioned in passing at the time a person becomes ‘born-again’, and repentance is sometimes attached at the end of the sermon, during the alter call. Following this, we are fine, supposedly, and on our merry way to heaven. Washed by the blood, and led by the spirit. But I remember a story that Jesus told of two men who came to the temple to pray. One, a religious Jew, prayed thus; “Father, thank God I am not a sinner like that other man”. And the ‘other man’ prayed thus; “Father forgive me for I am a sinner”. Who did Jesus say went home a righteous man? The ‘other man’. Today, we are the righteous Jew, the sons of Abraham, bought by the blood and led by the spirit, deceiving ourselves that the blood of Jesus has cleansed us of our sin and we thus on the highway to heaven. Care is required and scrutiny of our ways, necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin is real and present, and repentance is a state of being. Jesus defines sin at the level of the heart and therefore ensures that we are almost all in a state of perpetual sin. His evidence of fornication, murder, covetousness and greed is always at the level of the heart and mind. Most are struggling, many are falling, plenty live in self-deceit and denial, and for the very religious, we are like the righteous Jew in Jesus’ story who don’t even know that Jesus regards us as sinners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask a Christian, “are you sure that you will make heaven”? And they’re sure to reply, by the grace of God or, through the blood of Jesus. As for carrying our own cross, that’s not necessary as Jesus has done it all. We forget that he was the same man who said, “except a man carry his own cross, he cannot be my disciple”. Most do not even realize that Jesus redefined sin. So a Christian, man or woman, is most likely to believe that they have never committed the sin of fornication since they became ‘born-again’ simply because they have not physically indulged in the act. But at the level of the heart; the rest is best left unsaid. As for covetousness, our hearts know almost nothing else as our prayers tell the story of ‘give me this and give me that’. We want to gain everything even though Jesus asks us to lose our lives. Is it really well with us? Is it really? Who declares that it is well? The self-styled men of god who are more interested in successful ministries (as defined by numbers, size of church building and monetary collections) or our heavenly father who is only interested in the riches of holiness and the glory of righteousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I don’t remember any testimonies about overcoming a long fought battle with a particular sin, or someone finally repenting from lying and thanking God that he had remained 100% truthful for the last one year. The church would be irritated at such testimonies and ask people to keep their victory over sin to themselves. But business success, house building, promotion at work, long-awaited marriage, fruit of the womb, and of course that luxury car, of these we testify daily. Is it really well with us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will turn again to the days of old, when John cried in the wilderness, REPENT! When will we take our place and watch like Habakkuk? When will we like Abraham leave everything we know behind and look towards our promised land in God? When will we listen to Jesus, when will we agree with him, when will we truly follow him. Is there not a prophet in the land!? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Kola Lawal, 234Next.com.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411527601068287721-1992776715526781697?l=missadeoti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/feeds/1992776715526781697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/2010/03/letter-to-church-is-it-well.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411527601068287721/posts/default/1992776715526781697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411527601068287721/posts/default/1992776715526781697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/2010/03/letter-to-church-is-it-well.html' title='Letter to the Church: Is It well?'/><author><name>Homie GFunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16979090688392019381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WBFOFguCP_8/SZI7mk8e_8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/kleLVj20COs/S220/Forest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411527601068287721.post-2035691513262534924</id><published>2010-03-16T15:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T15:29:11.799-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clarity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seeing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decisions'/><title type='text'>Clarity</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Often times in life we hear people saying they need more clarity. In most cases, we've been the one telling someone how we need to hear from the Lord to get clarity. You'll hear someone say something like, "I really feel like doing this but I need more clarity." What is clarity? Clarity is defined as the quality or state of being clear. So basically when we desire more clarity concerning a matter, we want to be sure and clear about the choices we're faced with. Having clarity to me is having the courage of my conviction that I'm making the right decision; it is saying the mist is gone, the dust is settled and now I can see clearly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;There are many ways to get clarity concerning a matter. One way is to not act until the dust settles. You may ask, how do I know when the dust has settled? To allow the dust to settle you need to step away from the situation before you. For example, a male friend of yours comes to you and tells you he sees you as a potential mate. You've known each other for quite some time and you also think that you like him. Now your emotions are aroused and you just want to jump into the love boat. That's where you should stop. Take a few days apart from one another and really seek God. The Bible says, "He will keep in perfect peace, he whose mind is stayed on Him." And we know that it is the peace of God that guides our hearts, so then if we're abiding in His peace we'll know exactly what to do. We'll see clearly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Another way of looking at the example above is to think of our natural senses. When a person loses one sense, the other senses are increased. For example if you closed your eyes, you would probably hear better. So if you closed your eyes to the "mountains" before you, it will be easier to hear the voice of God and know the heart of God concerning a matter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hoping you're all having clarity in every decision you're making. God bless!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411527601068287721-2035691513262534924?l=missadeoti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/feeds/2035691513262534924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/2010/03/clarity.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411527601068287721/posts/default/2035691513262534924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411527601068287721/posts/default/2035691513262534924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/2010/03/clarity.html' title='Clarity'/><author><name>Homie GFunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16979090688392019381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WBFOFguCP_8/SZI7mk8e_8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/kleLVj20COs/S220/Forest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411527601068287721.post-8150612798860640566</id><published>2010-03-02T09:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T09:30:23.003-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Year Ago...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;How could I have forgotten my blogiversary! Happy Blogiversary to "Becoming Jeshurun"!!!&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/2411527601068287721-8150612798860640566?l=missadeoti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/feeds/8150612798860640566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/2010/03/year-ago.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411527601068287721/posts/default/8150612798860640566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411527601068287721/posts/default/8150612798860640566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/2010/03/year-ago.html' title='A Year Ago...'/><author><name>Homie GFunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16979090688392019381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WBFOFguCP_8/SZI7mk8e_8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/kleLVj20COs/S220/Forest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411527601068287721.post-2176641357202761941</id><published>2010-02-25T10:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T10:58:56.529-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='remember'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustration'/><title type='text'>Frustration</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I am frustrated at many things right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Frustrated that my job is not as satisfying as I expected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Frustrated that answers are a bit slow in coming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Frustrated that the one I call lover is so hard headed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Frustrated that I have no outlet for all the songs and screams that are bottled up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But as I think on my frustrations, I remember Calvary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I remember a God whose glory supersedes all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I remember that it is only when I'm in His presence that I can be renewed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I remember that He has loving arms in which He wants to wrap me in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I remember that His love is never ending&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And so remembering this I make a decision&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I choose to go to that place where I'm safe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I choose to stay and remain in The Presence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I choose to let the overflow of Glory flow out of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I choose to love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And be loved. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411527601068287721-2176641357202761941?l=missadeoti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/feeds/2176641357202761941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/2010/02/frustration.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411527601068287721/posts/default/2176641357202761941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411527601068287721/posts/default/2176641357202761941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/2010/02/frustration.html' title='Frustration'/><author><name>Homie GFunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16979090688392019381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WBFOFguCP_8/SZI7mk8e_8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/kleLVj20COs/S220/Forest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411527601068287721.post-8219477040333904939</id><published>2010-02-23T10:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T11:22:17.664-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sowing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='harvest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dying'/><title type='text'>Sow your tears.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WBFOFguCP_8/S4QAaHHcXWI/AAAAAAAAABM/45m4X9b6ytw/s1600-h/tears.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 255px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441474698357267810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WBFOFguCP_8/S4QAaHHcXWI/AAAAAAAAABM/45m4X9b6ytw/s320/tears.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;They that sow in tears shall reap in joy. (Psalm 126:5)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I know that the title of this post is a little depressing. However, I do want to discuss sowing our tears. This past Sunday this scripture just began to run through my mind. Sowing my tears and reaping in joy. I just had to meditate on that. How do we sow in tears? Is it just crying over our misfortunes? Is it mourning and being in grief? First of all what does sowing mean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sowing is when we take something that has potential to grow and put it into an environment where it first dies and then multiplies itself. A farmer takes a seed, goes out to his field, puts the seed into the ground and in the coming months, the farmer reaps a bountiful harvest. Just like the farmer, we also have to sow. We have heard of the law of sowing and reaping as it partains to finances. But what about this verse? It's not just talking about sowing seed (money or acts of kindness) but it is talking about sowing tears. How then do we sow in tears?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sowing in tears means to sacrifice and in my time of meditation I have realized it can be done in these two ways:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-Prayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-Dying to my flesh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sowing in tears through prayers means fervent and passionate prayer. You know the kind of prayer that involves your heart. The kind of prayer that moves you beyond your self. The kind of prayer that keeps you up at night, the one that keeps you at the altar after the pastor has said the benediction. It is the kind of prayer that as you're praying streams of water are flowing from your eyes. Those tears reflect the passion in your prayer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I tell you the truth, unless a kernel of wheat falls to the ground and dies, it remains only a single seed. But if it dies, it produces many seeds (John 12:24)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Here Jesus was telling his disciples a principle of the Kingdom. The principle of how to reap a good harvest in our spiritual life. Dying to ourselves is sowing in tears. The reason why it can be considered sowing in tears is because it will be very difficult. Your flesh will war against you and protest such denial and betrayal. But like a good farmer, you have to look into the future and make preparations for your future. A good farmer doesn't eat all his seeds. Neither should you spend all your life satisfying your flesh because the end of it is destruction. If you are courting someone this is the season to sow purity into your relationship so that you can reap God's blessings in your marriage. If you've been put in a place of leadership this is the time to sow integrity because he is faithful over little shall be put over much. And above all, die to yourself because this is the highest sacrifice you can make to God. After all it will require your tears. &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/2411527601068287721-8219477040333904939?l=missadeoti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/feeds/8219477040333904939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/2010/02/sow-your-tears.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411527601068287721/posts/default/8219477040333904939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411527601068287721/posts/default/8219477040333904939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/2010/02/sow-your-tears.html' title='Sow your tears.'/><author><name>Homie GFunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16979090688392019381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WBFOFguCP_8/SZI7mk8e_8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/kleLVj20COs/S220/Forest.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WBFOFguCP_8/S4QAaHHcXWI/AAAAAAAAABM/45m4X9b6ytw/s72-c/tears.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411527601068287721.post-7151127774510855478</id><published>2010-02-14T23:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T23:19:12.497-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='valentine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>An Unselfish Love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love Is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is patient and kind.&lt;br /&gt;Love is not jealous or boastful or proud or rude.&lt;br /&gt;It does not demand its own way.&lt;br /&gt;It is not irritable, and it keeps no record of being wronged.&lt;br /&gt;It does not rejoice about injustice but rejoices whenever the truth wins out.&lt;br /&gt;Love never gives up, never loses faith, is always hopeful, and endures through every circumstance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentine's Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411527601068287721-7151127774510855478?l=missadeoti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/feeds/7151127774510855478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/2010/02/unselfish-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411527601068287721/posts/default/7151127774510855478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411527601068287721/posts/default/7151127774510855478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/2010/02/unselfish-love.html' title='An Unselfish Love.'/><author><name>Homie GFunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16979090688392019381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WBFOFguCP_8/SZI7mk8e_8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/kleLVj20COs/S220/Forest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411527601068287721.post-1490949319769702995</id><published>2010-02-11T09:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T10:32:36.177-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guilt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='accusation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shed'/><title type='text'>The Sin Nature</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WBFOFguCP_8/S3QjBqe3goI/AAAAAAAAABE/nDiM9FKm_EA/s1600-h/Accused.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437009161633628802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WBFOFguCP_8/S3QjBqe3goI/AAAAAAAAABE/nDiM9FKm_EA/s320/Accused.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The other day I was reading John 8 : 1-11 during my study time. Below is the text:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1But Jesus went to the Mount of Olives. 2At dawn he appeared again in the temple courts, where all the people gathered around him, and he sat down to teach them. 3The teachers of the law and the Pharisees brought in a woman caught in adultery. They made her stand before the group 4and said to Jesus, "Teacher, this woman was caught in the act of adultery. 5In the Law Moses commanded us to stone such women. Now what do you say?" 6They were using this question as a trap, in order to have a basis for accusing him.&lt;br /&gt;But Jesus bent down and started to write on the ground with his finger. 7When they kept on questioning him, he straightened up and said to them, "If any one of you is without sin, let him be the first to throw a stone at her." 8Again he stooped down and wrote on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;9At this, those who heard began to go away one at a time, the older ones first, until only Jesus was left, with the woman still standing there. 10Jesus straightened up and asked her, "Woman, where are they? Has no one condemned you?"&lt;br /&gt;11"No one, sir," she said. "Then neither do I condemn you," Jesus declared. "Go now and leave your life of sin."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;There are some things that just stood out to me when I read this passage. Not that I have never read it before, but as you know, the more we read the Scripture, the more things we discover and rediscover. First, Jesus did not address the woman in front of the Pharisees. Like the fact that they just brought a woman caught in the act of adultery did not bother Him. He ignores their accusations and begins to write on the ground. Some have said that it was each of them's sins that He was writing. This made me to pause, why didn't he even ask the woman to tell her side of the story in front of her accusers. But of course He is not interested in the story of her sin, He already knows it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;When we come into the presence of God, He is not looking at us as sinful. Yes we have sinned, but that sin nature is not who we are. God is more interested in us shedding our sin nature and living in the Spirit nature that He has pre-ordained for us. Yes He knows your past, but He doesn't get stuck there. Neither should you. When you get in His presence, your accusers vanish. Even He doesn't condemn you. One thing that He asks is that you turn away from the sin and embrace Him. Basically, shed your sin nature. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411527601068287721-1490949319769702995?l=missadeoti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/feeds/1490949319769702995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/2010/02/sin-nature.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411527601068287721/posts/default/1490949319769702995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411527601068287721/posts/default/1490949319769702995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/2010/02/sin-nature.html' title='The Sin Nature'/><author><name>Homie GFunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16979090688392019381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WBFOFguCP_8/SZI7mk8e_8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/kleLVj20COs/S220/Forest.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WBFOFguCP_8/S3QjBqe3goI/AAAAAAAAABE/nDiM9FKm_EA/s72-c/Accused.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411527601068287721.post-8943972211709575105</id><published>2010-02-02T09:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T10:05:37.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'>With All Your Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WBFOFguCP_8/S2g_MquXzqI/AAAAAAAAAA8/pfFTGbe-A_A/s1600-h/heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 128px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433662437282270882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WBFOFguCP_8/S2g_MquXzqI/AAAAAAAAAA8/pfFTGbe-A_A/s320/heart.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;With All Your Heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The heart is the connecting point, the meeting place between any two persons. The kind of deep soul intimacy we crave with God and with others can be experienced only from the heart. I know a man who took his daughter to dinner; she was surprised, delighted. For years she had been hoping he would pursue her. When they had been seated, he pulled out his Day Timer and began to review the goals he had set for her that year. “I wanted to burst into tears and run out of the restaurant,” she said. We don’t want to be someone’s project; we want to be the desire of their heart. Gerald May laments, “By worshiping efficiency, the human race has achieved the highest level of efficiency in history, but how much have we grown in love?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’ve done the same to our relationship with God. Christians have spent their whole lives mastering all sorts of principles, done their duty, carried on the programs of their church . . . and never known God intimately, heart to heart. The point is not an efficient life of activity—the point is intimacy with God. “You will find me,” God says, “when you seek me with all your heart” (Jer. 29:13). As Oswald Chambers said, “So that is what faith is—God perceived by the heart.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What more can be said, what greater case could be made than this: to find God, you must look with all your heart. To remain present to God, you must remain present to your heart. To hear his voice, you must listen with your heart. To love him, you must love with all your heart. You cannot be the person God meant you to be, and you cannot live the life he meant you to live, unless you live from the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Waking the Dead , 48–49)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411527601068287721-8943972211709575105?l=missadeoti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/feeds/8943972211709575105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/2010/02/with-all-your-heart.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411527601068287721/posts/default/8943972211709575105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411527601068287721/posts/default/8943972211709575105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/2010/02/with-all-your-heart.html' title='With All Your Heart'/><author><name>Homie GFunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16979090688392019381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WBFOFguCP_8/SZI7mk8e_8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/kleLVj20COs/S220/Forest.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WBFOFguCP_8/S2g_MquXzqI/AAAAAAAAAA8/pfFTGbe-A_A/s72-c/heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411527601068287721.post-2308849526764019477</id><published>2010-01-28T11:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T11:12:26.459-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year, New Beginnings....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Welcome to 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;As Pastor Olutayo of Good Tidings Bible Church Int'l put it, this is our year of Marvellous Helps. May we all have great help from the Lord in this new year.&lt;br /&gt;Have you thought about what the Lord is saying to you this new year? What direction do you sense that He wants you to go in? I can't say I've got it all penned down but one thing I'm purposing to do this year is seek Him more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This new year we need insight, we need revelation. There's just so much going on in the world that we need His wisdom to help us navigate through. Let's start this year strong so that we can finish strong. Let's get Heaven's priorities and begin to work on the things that our King has called us to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, at times it may seem that answers are not forthcoming as we would like. Let us not lose heart. If we faint not, we will reap a harvest. As we remain standing on the Word of God in every area of our lives this year, the Lord will send us marvellous helps.&lt;br /&gt;So, I say all this to say, get in His presence and forge ahead this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Have a great 2010!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411527601068287721-2308849526764019477?l=missadeoti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/feeds/2308849526764019477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year-new-beginnings.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411527601068287721/posts/default/2308849526764019477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411527601068287721/posts/default/2308849526764019477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year-new-beginnings.html' title='New Year, New Beginnings....'/><author><name>Homie GFunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16979090688392019381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WBFOFguCP_8/SZI7mk8e_8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/kleLVj20COs/S220/Forest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411527601068287721.post-9113091568408665499</id><published>2009-12-23T09:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T10:50:29.555-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All In God's Timing (Part 6)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Labake had an exhausted look on her face. First Prince Osa just asked her out on an impromptu date now her mom is questioning her about who she was on the phone with.&lt;br /&gt;"It was no one mom. Gosh!"&lt;br /&gt;"Okay o, I won't be the nosy mom, but I know you have a date." Her mother smiled.&lt;br /&gt;"Yea yea... you always figure things out." Labake smiled and shook her head.&lt;br /&gt;With that they put aside the topic and talked about people back home and how the nation was doing all the way to her house. Labake was always interested in discussing the progress of the nation so much that people teased that she should run for office in Nigeria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Prince Osa couldn't believe it. He had just made dinner plans with Labake. Now he was really going to find out if a relationship is worth pursuing between the two of them. At least this last conversation wasn't too bad even though she still pulled the "not interested in you" move which is every Nigerian girl's M.O. Should he buy her a gift or would that be too much? Especially since he's not yet familiar with her personality. She may not appreciate his gift and think he is just showing off. The last time he did that the lady accepted the gift but eventually walked out on him. Just at that moment, his cell phone rang. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Hello?" He realized he hadn't looked at the caller ID and that his voice sounded gruff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"My guy are you alright? Na sleep you dey sleep?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It was Obinna his friend from his university days at Oxford. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Obinna it's you. Abeg no vex. How you dey now?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"I dey o. Body dey inside clothe. What's going on now? It's been a while since we spoke."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Yes it has. I'm just trying to wrap up business on this end."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Are those people really on board to invest in Naija?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"My guy, dem get choice?" They both laughed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"So we must celebrate then. When are you getting back to this side?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"It'll be in another week. Got some personal business to take care of."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Hmmm I trust you. You don find a babe no be so?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"You should know now. Actually, I'll be flying down to see her. It was Toke that told me about her."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Cool cool. Anyhow let me know how it goes with the babe o. But we're still on for celebrating right?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Definitely."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Alright my guy, make we talk later."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Later."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Prince Osa shook his head and smiled as he hung with Obinna. He really needs to get back to work.&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/2411527601068287721-9113091568408665499?l=missadeoti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/feeds/9113091568408665499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/2009/12/all-in-gods-timing-part-6.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411527601068287721/posts/default/9113091568408665499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411527601068287721/posts/default/9113091568408665499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/2009/12/all-in-gods-timing-part-6.html' title='All In God&apos;s Timing (Part 6)'/><author><name>Homie GFunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16979090688392019381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WBFOFguCP_8/SZI7mk8e_8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/kleLVj20COs/S220/Forest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411527601068287721.post-7732314008533500984</id><published>2009-12-14T10:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T10:58:33.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Excerpt: The Sacred Romance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Her Heart Is Captured&lt;br /&gt;12/14/2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our psychological age, we have come to call our affairs “addictions,” but God calls them “adultery.” Listen again to his words to the Israelites through Jeremiah:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a swift she-camel&lt;br /&gt;running here and there, a wild donkey accustomed to the desert,&lt;br /&gt;sniffing the wind in [your] craving—&lt;br /&gt;in [your] heat [how can I] restrain [you]?&lt;br /&gt;Any males that pursue [you] need not tire themselves;&lt;br /&gt;at mating time they will find [you]. Do not run until your feet are bare&lt;br /&gt;and your throat is dry. (Jer. 2:23–25)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is saying, “I love you, and yet you betray me at the drop of a hat. I feel so much pain. Can’t you see we’re made for each other? I want you to come back to me.” And Israel’s answer, like that of any addict or adulterer, is: “It’s no use! I love foreign gods, and I must go after them” (Jer. 2:25).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps we can empathize with the ache God experienced as Israel’s “husband” (and ours when we are living indulgently). Having raised Israel from childhood to a woman of grace and beauty, he astonishingly cannot win her heart from her adulterous lovers. The living God of the universe cannot win the only one he loves, not due to any lack on his part, but because her heart is captured by her addictions, which is to say, her adulterous lovers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The Sacred Romance , 134–35)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411527601068287721-7732314008533500984?l=missadeoti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/feeds/7732314008533500984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/2009/12/excerpt-sacred-romance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411527601068287721/posts/default/7732314008533500984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411527601068287721/posts/default/7732314008533500984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/2009/12/excerpt-sacred-romance.html' title='Excerpt: The Sacred Romance'/><author><name>Homie GFunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16979090688392019381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WBFOFguCP_8/SZI7mk8e_8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/kleLVj20COs/S220/Forest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411527601068287721.post-5634064844309998513</id><published>2009-12-04T16:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T09:53:44.092-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='law'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='encounter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obedience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experience'/><title type='text'>Encounter with Jesus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Now there is in Jerusalem near the Sheep Gate a pool, which in Aramaic is called Bethesda[a] and which is surrounded by five covered colonnades. 3Here a great number of disabled people used to lie—the blind, the lame, the paralyzed.[b] 5One who was there had been an invalid for thirty-eight years. 6When Jesus saw him lying there and learned that he had been in this condition for a long time, he asked him, "Do you want to get well?"&lt;br /&gt;7"Sir," the invalid replied, "I have no one to help me into the pool when the water is stirred. While I am trying to get in, someone else goes down ahead of me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8Then Jesus said to him, "Get up! Pick up your mat and walk." 9At once the man was cured; he picked up his mat and walked.&lt;br /&gt;The day on which this took place was a Sabbath, 10and so the Jews said to the man who had been healed, "It is the Sabbath; the law forbids you to carry your mat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11But he replied, "The man who made me well said to me, 'Pick up your mat and walk.' "&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-John 5:2-11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I love this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A man who had been sick, disabled by illness was just healed by Jesus. You would think that the people around him would join him in celebrating the wonderful thing that God has done in his life. But instead they begin to find fault in him. "How dare you pick up your mat?" "Don't you know it's the Sabbath?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;However, the man said something that struck me. He said, "The man who made me well said to me, Pick up yout mat and walk." Simple. I'm sure in his mind the man struggled with who to obey. The law of Moses or the One who just healed him. I'm sure being a Jew he knew the implications of picking up his mat on the Sabbath. Nevertheless he defied all that because something bigger than the law had happened to him. He had just had an encounter with Jesus Christ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Our God doesn't want our empty formalities. He doesn't want us obeying because it is law. Rather He wants us obeying because we've experienced Him. Our obedience should come from a place of love and respect for a great King that we have encountered. Abraham gave Melchizedek a tithe not because he read in the law that it is good to tithe, but because he had just encountered the King of Righteousness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Folks let us stop our empty formalities and let us really begin to encounter Jesus. Then will our obedience be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEREFORE LET us go on and get past the elementary stage in the teachings and doctrine of Christ (the Messiah), advancing steadily toward the completeness and perfection that belong to spiritual maturity. Let us not again be laying the foundation of repentance and abandonment &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;of dead works&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;dead forma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;lism&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and of the faith [by which you turned] to God, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-Heb 6:1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411527601068287721-5634064844309998513?l=missadeoti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/feeds/5634064844309998513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/2009/12/encounter-with-jesus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411527601068287721/posts/default/5634064844309998513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411527601068287721/posts/default/5634064844309998513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/2009/12/encounter-with-jesus.html' title='Encounter with Jesus'/><author><name>Homie GFunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16979090688392019381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WBFOFguCP_8/SZI7mk8e_8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/kleLVj20COs/S220/Forest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411527601068287721.post-6350757337070073814</id><published>2009-11-15T09:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T14:20:08.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All In God's Timing (Part 5)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Saturday finally came. Labake's mom would be arriving in about 2 hours and she was yet to finish cleaning her house. She had woken up that morning with a long list of things to do on her mind. She had to go to the bank, run to the post office, pay her bills online, and clean her house. Her mother makes a big deal out of an untidy house even if it's a speck of dust. It's two hours to her mom's arrival and she just finished cleaning her kitchen. Now the question is should she continue cleaning or should she take her shower and start heading out considering she has an hour's drive to the airport. Making up her mind, she hopped into the shower.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;As Labake stood by the railing in the arrivals area, she noticed her mother pushing her baggage cart searching for her. Labake stood and watched her mother, amazed at how although her mom is in her late 50's she still looks stunning. Her mother looked fit and her outfit was very chic. When her mom drew closer, she walked up to the "No entry" door and called for her mom. Her mother turned to her right and waved. Quickly, Labake walked over and they hugged. How long had it been since the two of them held each other like this. She truly had missed her mother. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Mom, I'm so glad you're here."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Her mom pulled back and looked into her eyes, "oko mi, it's good to see you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Ah let me push your cart mom." She takes the baggage cart from her mother. "How was your flight?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"My dear it was okay. I still can't get used to that flight food. They need to do something about it. Can you imagine these oyinbo people trying to serve us yam poridge because we're coming from Nigeria?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Labake laughed. "Ah mommy! I hope you didn't give them a hard time."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"At all my dear."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;They got to the car and put her mom's bags in the trunk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Eya mommy, how is everyone back home? What about Daddy agba?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"They're all fine o, they send their love. Daddy agba is as healthy as ever. He really misses you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Eya. I miss him too. What about your friends?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"They're good o. Iya alaso's daughter even got married last Saturday. You should have seen the wedding. Trust my friend she went all out."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Labake smiled and shook her head. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Yes o, that little girl has gotten married and she's only 22. What about you oko mi, is there anyone in your life?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Ah mommy, what do you mean anyone in my life?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Omolabake you know what I mean. Any man?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Again Labake laughed. "Mommy you're funny o. We haven't even gotten to the house and you're already asking about a man. Can this wait?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Hmmm Okay o."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;At that moment, Labake's phone started ringing. She picked up her phone from the cup holder and looked at the caller ID; it was Prince Osa. She paused not sure what to do. she didn't want her mum knowing she was talking to any man. Not yet anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Aren't you going to answer that?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Umm yea."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;She rolls her eyes and answers the phone. "Hello?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Hey... I hope I'm not catching you at a bad time. How are you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"I'm good and you?" She sounded almost impatient. Should she tell him she's with her mom?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"I'm okay. I'm actually rounding up business up here and I was thinking of coming down to your area. Hopefully we can meet up?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Umm suuure... When were you thinking of coming?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"I should be in by Monday night. So Tuesday evening dinner?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Who does he think he is? She hadn't said it was okay to come down to see her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Okay yea that works. Give me a call to let me know where to meet you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Actually I'll be coming to pick you up. If that is okay with you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Ok yea. That works." What was she doing agreeing to let him pick her up from her house? Has this guy jazzed her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Then Tuesday it is! So I'll talk to you soon?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Yea sure. Alright take care."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Yea you do the same."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;She hung up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Who was that?" Her mother asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411527601068287721-6350757337070073814?l=missadeoti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/feeds/6350757337070073814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/2009/11/all-in-gods-timing-part-5.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411527601068287721/posts/default/6350757337070073814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411527601068287721/posts/default/6350757337070073814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/2009/11/all-in-gods-timing-part-5.html' title='All In God&apos;s Timing (Part 5)'/><author><name>Homie GFunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16979090688392019381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WBFOFguCP_8/SZI7mk8e_8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/kleLVj20COs/S220/Forest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411527601068287721.post-6878489118566347950</id><published>2009-11-10T10:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T11:36:46.508-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All In God's Timing (Part 4)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Throughout the next day, Labake made a conscious decision not to return Prince Osa's call. She didn't want him to think she was desperate, besides she really didn't know what to say. Okay so they would go through the usual introductions and after that what next? How could she hope for a relationship with a guy that was royalty, so much responsibility rests on his shoulders. Would he really be interested in the little things she's involved in when he rubs shoulders with movers and shakers. Really she just couldn't muster up the courage. And she definitely doesn't want to tell Toke about the call. Her friend would only make her more nervous by pressuring her to call him. She just needs to clear her head and take her time. If he's really interested, he might call again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the thought settled in her mind, her phone vibrated in her cup holder in her car. She picked up her phone and looked at the caller ID. It was his number! Out of panic she pushed the answer button while her mouth hung open; speechless. How is it that as she was thinking of him calling her again he calls?&lt;br /&gt;"Hello?" His voice souded tentative.&lt;br /&gt;"uh uh hello..." Her voice sounded panicky.&lt;br /&gt;"Is this a bad time? I was just following up on my call last night. I can..."&lt;br /&gt;"Oh um yes.... yea.... it's a bad time. I'm in traffic. Can I call you back when I get home?"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh sure. I'm sorry for catching you off guard. I'll be looking forward to your call."&lt;br /&gt;"Okay thanks. Bye!"&lt;br /&gt;And without even waiting for him to reply, she hung up. This is just too much for her. She couldn't even handle herself properly on the phone. She wanted to jump over all the cars ahead of her and speed home so she could redeem herself. Now what's he going to think of her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Labake hung up, Osa was a bit amused. He didn't know what to make of the conversation he just had. Should he bother pursuing Labake or should he just let her go? His decision wouldn't be based on any emotions since he's just getting to know her. Really it was curiousity that was driving him. He really wanted to know what made Labake tick, and why Toke called her a sight to behold. If he lets go he may never get the answers he wants, and if he did pursue her further, he could be disappointed by the outcome. It really was a gamble. But what if he called Toke and asked her a bit more about Labake, that would help decide his next course of action. He picked up his phone and dialed her number. On the third ring she answered.&lt;br /&gt;"Ossy! How are you?"&lt;br /&gt;"Hey babe. I dey o. You?"&lt;br /&gt;"I'm alright... trying to fix something for dinner. Long day.. long story. So What's good?"&lt;br /&gt;"I called your friend o, left her a message last night, she didn't call me back. I just called her again and she sounded a bit flustered on the phone, almost like she wanted to get me off the phone. Is that how she normally is?"&lt;br /&gt;Toke laughed. "Osa... please don't mind her o. She was probably panicking. Give her some time to come around. After all it's not every day that a prince calls her phone."&lt;br /&gt;"Is she a shy person?" Osa had to know.&lt;br /&gt;"She could be shy especially around guys. She's also very churchy... she was sheltered growing up. She dated once but it didn't work out and I think it's left her a bit suspicious of men. Even though she won't admit it."&lt;br /&gt;"Wow... okay... hmm interesting. I have a lot of thinking to do. I'm not sure she's what I'll call my type."&lt;br /&gt;"Aaah Osa.. you want to give up? You have to show her you're serious and make her feel comfortable engough to trust you. What is it with all you men? Y'all want the easy way out."&lt;br /&gt;"Like I've been doing with you and you keep refusing me? Let's just say I know you women."&lt;br /&gt;soft chuckle. "Look Osa for real I think you should go after Labake. I have to run now... got a hot date with my egusi and rice."&lt;br /&gt;"Alright... we won't go there. Save egusi for me o!"&lt;br /&gt;"Yea I will silly... talk to you later!"&lt;br /&gt;"Yea later! Bye Tokes!"&lt;br /&gt;"Bye!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411527601068287721-6878489118566347950?l=missadeoti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/feeds/6878489118566347950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/2009/11/all-in-gods-timing-part-4.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411527601068287721/posts/default/6878489118566347950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411527601068287721/posts/default/6878489118566347950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/2009/11/all-in-gods-timing-part-4.html' title='All In God&apos;s Timing (Part 4)'/><author><name>Homie GFunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16979090688392019381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WBFOFguCP_8/SZI7mk8e_8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/kleLVj20COs/S220/Forest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411527601068287721.post-1360435697205169361</id><published>2009-10-29T11:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T10:14:53.237-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All In God's Timing (Part 3)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Prince Osa couldn't focus on the business proposal on his desk. Frustrated with the fact that he's been skimming through the document since 10am that morning, he turns his executive leather chair toward the window on his right. He sat there totally in awe of nature. With such beauty spread out before him there has to be some validity to the theory of a Creator. All this magnificent beauty couldn't just have popped out of nowhere. The Big Bang as some call it. He let the picture in front of him wash over his frustration and he let out a sigh of relief. He may not fully understand the concept of God from the Roman Catholic worldview that he grew up with, neither can he say he is an atheist, but one thing is for sure, there is something bigger than him out there. Such beauty. Speaking of beauty, his good friend Toke had mentioned she had a friend who she described as "a sight to behold." A small grin sneaked up on his face. The truth is that he's always had a thing for Toke, but she's always insisted that there could never be more between them than friendship. Osa didnt' think she really believed that. In his opinion, Toke only said that to keep her freedom to date whomever she wanted without feeling rushed to the altar. She knew that with him, marriage would be inevitable. His father is pushing 80 years old, and his health is not exactly great. The chiefs have already given him the mandate to find his queen before he can ascend the throne of his father. If Toke prefers her freedom to a lifetime with him then he just may find his queen in her friend. With that he made up his mind. He would call Toke's beautiful friend later tonight. Now back to work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It was Wednesdat night, and Labake just didn't feel like driving all the way to church for the midweek Bible study. Instead, she ordered some Lo Mein and some beef with broccoli from a Chinese carry-out nearby and then stopped at the local grocery store for a tub of ice cream. When she got home she turned on her tv and browsed through the On Demand menu of her cable provider. She found the perfect chick flick for a night like this: "A Walk To Remember." As the movie started she put her things away, changed into a pair of sweatpants and t-shirt; she needed to be as comfortable as she could get. She loved nights like this, snuggled up under the throw on her couch watching one of her favorite movies. She was beginning to start on her dessert when she heard her cell phone ringing in her purse across the room. She thought for a quick second. Should she answer it? Nah. This is her night, whatever it was would just have to wait. A few seconds later, she heard her voicemail alert. Good, the person had the good sense to leave a message. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;She was already in her bed, under her down comforter when she remembered the voicemail message. It might have been important, she has to at least listen to it. She groaned as she climbed out of bed and walked to the armchair next to her dresser. She picked up her purse and dug inside for her cell phone. Why was there so much junk in this purse anyway? Finally, she found her phone and called her voicemail box. The voice over for her voicemail announced to her "You have one new voice message!" After which she heard a deep male voice saying, "Hello, my name is Prince Osa, a friend of Toke's. She gave me your number at a conference. I thought I'd give you a call and well hopefully start from there. Please give me a call when you get this message. My number is 617-455-5589. Have a lovely night." Her heart began to skip around. Should she call him right away? No.... that would be too easy. She would give it a day. This night was definitely her night, everything had turned out right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411527601068287721-1360435697205169361?l=missadeoti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/feeds/1360435697205169361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/2009/10/all-in-gods-timing-part-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411527601068287721/posts/default/1360435697205169361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411527601068287721/posts/default/1360435697205169361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/2009/10/all-in-gods-timing-part-3.html' title='All In God&apos;s Timing (Part 3)'/><author><name>Homie GFunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16979090688392019381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WBFOFguCP_8/SZI7mk8e_8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/kleLVj20COs/S220/Forest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411527601068287721.post-8552960549685328560</id><published>2009-10-21T15:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T11:16:11.752-04:00</updated><title type='text'>All In God's Time (Part 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I said, I gave him your number...look anyway babes I have to run! My lunch break is over! He might call you soon so please answer your phone." And with that Toke hung up. Baffled, all Labake could do was to hold her phone in mid-air and wonder at her friend. Only Toke could do such a thing and still order her to talk to a complete stranger. She made a mental note to call her friend after work to sort it out to her. Toke needs to understand that she can't just give her phone number to random strangers. With that she looked to her cold meal and continued eating as she day dreamed about her beau and how he will come sweeping her off her feet. Before she knew it, her one hour lunch break was over and she had another 3 hours of work ahead of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Toke couldn't just contain her excitement. She kept wondering when Prince Osa will call her friend. She's known Labake all her life, they practically grew up together. Both their mums were really close friends. She remembered when they were both 7 years old and they would go out the back door of Labake's family's duplex in Ikeja, Lagos to the large backyard. There they would play hide and seek. Yes, through the years they had bumps along the way but they got over them and here they today. She's really the sister Toke never had, being the only girl in a family of 4 children. And although she loves her friend dearly, one thing she couldn't quite wrap her mind around was her friend's determination to wait for God's timing to bring her Mr. Right to her. After all they say Heaven helps those who help themselves. Honestly she thinks Labake should get out more... Go to parties, meet new people, really meet more guys. She needs to stop locking herself in on Friday and Saturday nights like an old lady. After all, there's nothing wrong in living your life when you're young. God understands. Right God? Just as she was thinking, she glances at the clock on her computer's monitor. Five o'clock. Time to meet up with Dotun for their coffee date. Whether they will be drinking coffe is another topic she's not going to dwell on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;As Labake pulled into her driveway she felt her phone vibrate on her lap. Her mind raced to her conversation with Toke earlier that day. Could it be Prince Osa calling her so soon? If it was what would she say? Should she entertain him or just shut him down before he even opens his mouth. As odd as it sounds, she wasn't in the mood to talk to this particular guy. She wants a man but really this guy? But a conversation couldn't hurt... Just before the last vibration, she pressed the answer button without looking at the caller ID window. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Hello?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Hello Labake?" Disappointment and relief flooded her heart. It was her mom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Mom! Isn't it late for you to be up? I hope everything is ok." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Everything is ok my dear. I just wanted to tell you that I'll be coming to the US this Saturday. I need to come in for my annual check-up and well, use that to see my baby."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Oh ok... I'll prepare your room. It'll be nice to have you around mom. It's so lonely here sometimes." Excitement began to build quietly in her. Having her mom around wouldn't be so bad. They could go shopping together and do girly things. Oh the comfort of a mother!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Well ok my dear. I'm going to bed now... I just wanted to let you know of my plans... Save the gists o!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Labake giggled. "Ok mom. Sleep tight! Tell dad I send my love! I love you!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"I love you too dear. Good night!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Calls like this makes Labake miss her family so much. She's so ready to see her mom. Now she has to get her house ready for her mother. &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/2411527601068287721-8552960549685328560?l=missadeoti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/feeds/8552960549685328560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/2009/10/all-in-gods-time-part-2.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411527601068287721/posts/default/8552960549685328560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411527601068287721/posts/default/8552960549685328560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/2009/10/all-in-gods-time-part-2.html' title='All In God&apos;s Time (Part 2)'/><author><name>Homie GFunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16979090688392019381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WBFOFguCP_8/SZI7mk8e_8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/kleLVj20COs/S220/Forest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411527601068287721.post-3262517293850410837</id><published>2009-10-16T14:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T15:46:28.873-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mr. Right'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>All In God's Time</title><content type='html'>"When will my Prince Charming come?" "When will someone come and sweep me off my feet?" "Will I have to grow old living with my parents, while aunties pity my lot?" Labake asked herself while she combed her hair that morning as she got dressed for work. Just as the thoughts settled in her mind she made a conscious decision to shove them into the dark places of her heart that no one else saw. Not even her. What would happen if she opened the door to the overstuffed closet that contains all her regrets and fears? No, she would not go there. Instead she would soak in the beautiful morning around her; the birds chirping outside her window, and the sounds of school busses and moms saying goodbye to their little ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really she had nothing to be concerned about. She was quite successful at her young age of 26 years. She had been awarded a first class degree in Computer Engineering from Hull University in England before she moved to the States. She had a great job, one that had afforded her the privilege to be a homeowner in the nice suburban town of Topeka, Kansas. To top it all, she had the best friends and family anyone could possibly ask for. Anyone would look at her life and call her blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Labake pulled her hair back in a ponytail, her mind raced back to a family retreat 2 years ago in her Western Nigeria village of Ora. It was late evening, and her parents were entertaining aunties and uncles who were also around for the annual Christmas family retreat. They had set up some chairs around a small fire pit to keep warm during the harmattan season. She pulled up a small stool and sat next to her mum in order to be able to listen to what the older adults were talking about. Not long after she had joined the group, her aunty Bola looked at her and said, "ah Labake, it's soo good to have you around this year. Last year your mum told us you couldn't take time off work since you just started working." To which Labake replied, "Awww aunty! It feels so good to be home." "Yes my dear, there's no place like home," aunty Bola replied and continued, "ehen I've been meaning to ask you something." Then as if she wanted to get permission before proceeding, she looked at Labake's parents and then said, "when are you going to settle down? Don't you know you're no longer getting younger? Just last year we had the mo mi mo e (Yoruba introduction ceremony) of your cousin Bimpe." At this point Labake looked at her mum then her dad, smiled, and answered, "aunty all in God's time." And ever since that conversation that is what she's been saying whenever that question comes up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now fully dressed, she takes one final look at herself in her tall mirror and snatches her purse off her desk and runs out of her room, down the stairs, out of the house and into her car. Getting into the car she chides herself for getting carried away in her thoughts when she has a report to give that morning for which she needs her mind clear. Thoughts about Mr Right are just going to have to wait till lunch time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Labake was glad to finally be heading towards the cafeteria of her company for her lunch break. As she set her tray down, her phone vibrated. It was her close friend Toke. She hesitated for a second before answering, &lt;em&gt;this better be good she thought. &lt;/em&gt;"Hello... Toke what's up?" "'Bake! How are you? I think I just found your Mr. Right!" Before Ronke could finish the last word, Labake rolls her eyes as Toke always finds her "soul mates" Amazing how one person can have so many. "So what is this one's name this time o?" She asks, wanting to amuse her friend. "Ore, you won't believe it! He is the son of the Oba of Benin. I met him at a conference on African Development at Harvard this past weekend. Immediately I saw him I thought of you. You too have to talk. I hope you don't mind but I gave him your number." Labake almost choked listening to her friend, she had to cough to prevent from passing out. With a raspy voice she said, "You did what?!?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411527601068287721-3262517293850410837?l=missadeoti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/feeds/3262517293850410837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/2009/10/all-in-gods-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411527601068287721/posts/default/3262517293850410837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411527601068287721/posts/default/3262517293850410837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/2009/10/all-in-gods-time.html' title='All In God&apos;s Time'/><author><name>Homie GFunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16979090688392019381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WBFOFguCP_8/SZI7mk8e_8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/kleLVj20COs/S220/Forest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411527601068287721.post-272286212945141982</id><published>2009-10-06T11:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T12:04:19.395-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='north'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='directions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lost.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='compass'/><title type='text'>Where is your compass pointing?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;The other day, I was hanging out with a good friend of mine, and we were on our way to go pick up one of his friends for lunch. As we were driving, we missed our turn and next thing you know, we're in this neighborhood and we didn't know how to get out of there. So he looks at his map on his cell phone and he begins to map out our way back on track. Then I asked him how he could know where his east or west was. Then he explained the process to me. He explained to me that often times we determine the east or west from our perspective. So someone driving in a different direction from me is going to have a different east. However, he said there's something call true north which means there will be true east, west , and south. This means that no matter your perspective there is only one true north and when someone says to turn true north, that's the only direction you can turn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This got me thinking. In the world today many people say that there are many paths to eternal life. According to them it is all a matter of perspectives. So in other words, my east is right because from where I'm at, it is east. While I agree that we all come different backgrounds and directions, I must say that in order to get to our desired destination, which is eternal life, we must turn True North. Jesus said, "I am &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;THE&lt;/span&gt; Way, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;THE&lt;/span&gt; Truth, and &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;THE&lt;/span&gt; Life. No one comes to the Father except through me." Jesus is not a way, He is not just another perspective on how to get to heaven, He is the True Compass. So today no matter where your personal compass is pointing, would you turn True North?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411527601068287721-272286212945141982?l=missadeoti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/feeds/272286212945141982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/2009/10/where-is-your-compass-pointing.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411527601068287721/posts/default/272286212945141982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411527601068287721/posts/default/272286212945141982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/2009/10/where-is-your-compass-pointing.html' title='Where is your compass pointing?'/><author><name>Homie GFunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16979090688392019381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WBFOFguCP_8/SZI7mk8e_8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/kleLVj20COs/S220/Forest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411527601068287721.post-4357663370828801346</id><published>2009-09-23T15:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T10:53:54.893-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Francine Rivers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Karen Kingsbury'/><title type='text'>Ramblings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;So many thotughts.... where do I begin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I told you that I love reading?&lt;br /&gt;Yes I do! Since I was like 6 years old I have been an avid reader. I just enjoy diving into a story, getting to know the characters like they are friends and family. Reading opens up my mind and I can imagine and see the story coming to life. Now I must clarify that I only enjoy reading for leisure not for work or classes.&lt;br /&gt;The latest book I'm reading is written by Karen Kingsbury and it is part of her Baxter Family drama series. I've really enjoyed reading this series so far and I will reccomend it to anyone who loves reading.&lt;br /&gt;Karen Kingsbury is a Christian author, and as such her books can be categorized as Christian fiction. The only complaint I can think to make is that Karen loves to describe a lot. She spends a lot of time describing a setting, the way someone's face looked when he saw his wife, the way the children played with the fish in the pond. However, overall Kingsbury knows how to bring a story to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you're that curious, here's a list of some of my fav reads:&lt;br /&gt;-The Chronicles of Narnia, C.S. Lewis&lt;br /&gt;-Redeeming Love -Francine Rivers&lt;br /&gt;-The Pursuit of God -A.W. Tozer&lt;br /&gt;-The Pursuit of Man -A.W. Tozer&lt;br /&gt;-Blink -Ted Dekker&lt;br /&gt;-Showdown -Ted Dekker&lt;br /&gt;-Little Women -Louisa May Alcott&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...And many more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411527601068287721-4357663370828801346?l=missadeoti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/feeds/4357663370828801346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/2009/09/ramblings.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411527601068287721/posts/default/4357663370828801346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411527601068287721/posts/default/4357663370828801346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/2009/09/ramblings.html' title='Ramblings'/><author><name>Homie GFunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16979090688392019381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WBFOFguCP_8/SZI7mk8e_8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/kleLVj20COs/S220/Forest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411527601068287721.post-3751863355708182568</id><published>2009-09-16T12:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T12:46:15.853-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Passing Through Grace</title><content type='html'>I honestly believe that this year, I'm meant to really understand what it is we mean when we talk about the Grace of God. Through most of this year, I have fallen below the standards of God and the standards I set for myself. And each time this happens I find myself asking "why?" I find myself coming up with a plan to never be in that situation again. And each time I come up with a plan I find it difficult to uphold my standards. So it seems I'm faced with a dilemma. In my study of the Word I found these verses: Mark 8:14-21:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14The disciples had forgotten to bring bread, except for one loaf they had with them in the boat. 15"Be careful," Jesus warned them. "Watch out for the yeast of the Pharisees and that of Herod."&lt;br /&gt; 16They discussed this with one another and said, "It is because we have no bread."&lt;br /&gt; 17Aware of their discussion, Jesus asked them: "Why are you talking about having no bread? Do you still not see or understand? Are your hearts hardened? 18Do you have eyes but fail to see, and ears but fail to hear? And don't you remember? 19When I broke the five loaves for the five thousand, how many basketfuls of pieces did you pick up?"       "Twelve," they replied.&lt;br /&gt; 20"And when I broke the seven loaves for the four thousand, how many basketfuls of pieces did you pick up?"       They answered, "Seven."&lt;br /&gt; 21He said to them, "Do you still not understand?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me a while to understand this scripture. At first I thought it must be that Jesus is saying to watch out that we don't become puffed up like the Pharisees and Herod. Then I read on, and He talks about the feeding of the 5,000 and of the 4,000 and how there were basketfuls leftover. So my eyes opened a bit and I said, "why would He connect the miracles to that statement?" Yesterday as I was at work I was listening to a message online and the pastor begins to talk about the verses above. The interesting thing was that, it wasn't even part of his message, just a side note. So he explains that what Jesus was trying to convey to the disciples was that they cannnot continue their walk in the Kingdom of God in their own flesh even though they were birthed into the Kingdom by the Grace of God. The Pharisees were more concerned about keeping with the laws of Moses, at least the exterior ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe Jesus was using the example of the feeding of the thousands to help them understand that He has the power to do anything, i.e. keep their souls. That got me thinking. If Jesus was the one that died on the cross for me and made it possible for me to die to my old ways that day I gave my life to Him. Is that Jesus still not in charge of my life as long as I surrender it to Him? So why the obsession with perfection that is only born out of my flesh? Jesus said that whosoever will save his life will lose it, but whosoever will lose his life for the sake of the Gospel will find it. Most of the time we're caught up trying to save our selves. We may not say it like that, but our actions show it. We live like now we got it together. Afterall we're blood washed, tongue speaking believers. When Christ is beckoning on us to be broken utterly, with a realisation that truely we are passing through Grace. By grace we have been saved and by grace must we walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. This is not to say we should continue in sin so that grace may abound.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411527601068287721-3751863355708182568?l=missadeoti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/feeds/3751863355708182568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/2009/09/passing-through-grace.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411527601068287721/posts/default/3751863355708182568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411527601068287721/posts/default/3751863355708182568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/2009/09/passing-through-grace.html' title='Passing Through Grace'/><author><name>Homie GFunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16979090688392019381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WBFOFguCP_8/SZI7mk8e_8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/kleLVj20COs/S220/Forest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411527601068287721.post-755527808488557387</id><published>2009-09-07T10:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T11:46:37.334-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Indian Cuisine... Yum!</title><content type='html'>After being away for so long, I'm back with my account of what I did this past weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Today is Labor Day, and holiday weekends being the way that they are, everybody wants to go out and do something fun. So on Saturday, some people went to the beach, some to a theme park, and well others to the circus. I was not among the early birds who hit the beach or theme park as soon as they could. I on the other hand had errands to run. The cable company was supposed to come set up my cable between the hours of 11am and 2pm, after which I was to go explore Washington D.C. with Mr. Or so I thought. The cable guy didn't get to my aprtment till about 2:45pm, and what should have taken him 1 hour to complete, ended up taking almost 3 hours. 'Why?' You ask. Because my cable company in their effort to save money, while at the same time rip people off,gives their technicians refurbished cable modems. Apparently, the cable modems the guy brought with him had not been checked so he ended up trying like 4 cable modems before the last one worked. Let me just say it was a long 3 hours waiting for everything to be fixed. Lesson learnt: patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after the cable guy left, Mr. and I began to go over our options of what we could do next. We thought about going to D.C. but decided not to because it was already late to do most of the sight-seeing we wanted to do. Then he reminded me that we'd been planning to go to an Indian restaurant for some time now. So we figured we'd check one out. Okay quick bckground information: I love Indian cuisine... I eat it at least twice a month, Mr. on the other hand had never had Indian cuisine. I went online and found this restaurant called Memsahib. I clicked on their website and saw what they had to offer. It was the total Indian dining experience... Here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got there, we were welcomed into something right out of an Indian family room. Instead of tables and chairs like in a restaurant there were cushoined benches and pillows, with low round tables. The decor was very warm and inviting with orange/amber walls and dim lamps hanging from the ceiling. After we took our seats, one of the servers, (who I think is one of the sons of the family) came and asked for what we would like to drink. I ordered a mango lassi while Mr had orange juice. Then the guy returned to explain the menu to us, we were to have six courses that evening. First he started us out by washing our hands since we were to use our hands to eat. Then came the first course which was an assorted tray of cooked eggplant in tomato sauce, cucumbers and bell peppers in a cumin dressing, carrots in a coriander dressing and chicken kebab. Hmmmmm delicious! My favorites were the cucumbers and the chicken kebab. I wouldn't make your mouth water unnecessarily with the details of the menu, here's a link if you would like to check it out: &lt;a href="http://www.memsahibrestaurant.com/rockville.php"&gt;http://www.memsahibrestaurant.com/rockville.php&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to the wonderful meal, it felt like we were in an Indian home with Bollywood dance videos being played back to back on the flat screen tv and projector screen. Towards the end of our six course dinner, a bellydancer came out and thrilled the guests. The atmosphere changed and it felt like a party. Although what we were celebrating, I don't know. She invited almost all the guests to dance with her, and when she came to our table, Mr. kept looking away from her. He said jokingly, that his mother told him not to look. I guess he was not comfortable watching a woman wiggle her waist in front of him. All in all, the night went well and I'm sure Mr. left with a positive impression of Indian cuisine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411527601068287721-755527808488557387?l=missadeoti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/feeds/755527808488557387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/2009/09/indian-cuisine-yum.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411527601068287721/posts/default/755527808488557387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411527601068287721/posts/default/755527808488557387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/2009/09/indian-cuisine-yum.html' title='Indian Cuisine... Yum!'/><author><name>Homie GFunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16979090688392019381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WBFOFguCP_8/SZI7mk8e_8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/kleLVj20COs/S220/Forest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411527601068287721.post-2028553328547494213</id><published>2009-08-24T10:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T10:26:05.169-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='child.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='glory'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><title type='text'>Turning your Mess into a Message...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;Excerpt:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;How long, O men, will you turn my glory into shame?” (Ps. 4:2). These blows aren’t random or incidental. They strike directly at some part of the heart, turn the very thing God created to be a source of celebration into a source of shame. And so you can at least begin to discover your glory by looking more closely at what you were shamed for. Look at what’s been assaulted, used, abused. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;As Bernard of Clairvaux said, “Through the heart’s wound, I see its secret.” Let me put it this way: What has life taught you about your God-given glory? What have you believed about your heart over the years? “That it’s not worth anyone’s time,” said a woman. Her parents were too busy to really want to know her. “That it’s weak,” confided a friend. He suffered several emasculating blows as a boy, and his father simply shamed him for it. “That I shouldn’t trust it to anyone.” “That it’s selfish and self-centered.” “That it’s bad.” And you . . . what have you believed? Those accusations you heard growing up, those core convictions that formed about your heart, will remain down there until someone comes to dislodge them, run them out of Dodge. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;(Waking the Dead, 118)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My pastor once preached a message title, "Turning you mess into a message." Months later I am finding myself thinking on this parituclar subject. I was at a conference last week and the minister spoke on "The manifestation of the sons of God." However she spoke on that verse in Romans 8 from a different perspective. Allow me to share just a few words from the message with you, please know that these were what I got from the message, not necessarily what she said verbatim. "Look at the area where you've been attacked the most in your life, that's where your destiny/glory is." You may say well what does that mean? Let me paint a picture for your mind. Imagine a young girl, all her life all she's ever dreamt of doing with her life is to sing. She would sing in the garage when she gets back home from school. In her mind she wasn't just singing in her mother's plain garage, she was singing before thousands of people. As she grows older, her parents and others around her try to discourage her from pursuing her dream of singing. By the time she's in college, singing is not something she really sees as her glory but rather something she does on the side. Boyfriends, and so-called friends ridicule this gift and say, "if you really want to sing you should do this and do that." They mock her voice and never really validate or support her dream, her glory. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It is my hope that as you read this today, that if you've been in that girl's shoes, you don't let anybody tell you you're not all that. It is only because the enemy knows the treasure that is on the inside of you that he uses those to whom you look for validation to discourage you. Discouragement means to loose heart. Once you lose heart you lose passion and when passion and zeal are lost there's nothing else to live for. So get up and manifest as the glorious child of God that you were made to be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411527601068287721-2028553328547494213?l=missadeoti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/feeds/2028553328547494213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/2009/08/turning-your-mess-into-message.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411527601068287721/posts/default/2028553328547494213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411527601068287721/posts/default/2028553328547494213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/2009/08/turning-your-mess-into-message.html' title='Turning your Mess into a Message...'/><author><name>Homie GFunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16979090688392019381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WBFOFguCP_8/SZI7mk8e_8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/kleLVj20COs/S220/Forest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411527601068287721.post-6517100334563928297</id><published>2009-08-04T09:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T10:13:34.583-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What makes your heart race?</title><content type='html'>Before I dive into today's thoughts, ponder on this quote:&lt;br /&gt;"Do you know that if you become a favourite of God, he will make excuses for you” said P.E (Pastor Emeka). -Pulled from: &lt;a href="http://babajidesalu.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://babajidesalu.wordpress.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Have you ever thought about what makes your heart race? Like something that you enjoy doing so much that when you think of it you get excited like a kid in a candy store. There are passions and dreams that I believe each human being has to make an impact on humanity. They're like our fingerprints; long after we're gone, generations after us will see them and will remember us. When I think of people like Michael Jackson and C.S. Lewis (both very different characters I know) I can only imagine the amount of passion that was in them. I think of someone like Billy Graham, Maya Angelou, Mothe Theresa, and all the people who have left a mark on us. Of all of them I think of Jesus Christ who left the greatest mark of all. God gives us all passion and He wants us to discover them and use them for His glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found that it is okay to not know what our passion is initially. Maybe we're restrained in some way, by our obligations to our family and society. Sometimes it takes not knowing and just jumping into the unknown to reconnect you with that moment in eternity when God put your very own dream inside you. Eccl. 3:11 says, "....God has set eternity in the hearts of men." I believe this verse is saying that God put a question about our purpose and passion in our hearts so that we can then turn to Him for the answer. So if you find yourself in that place of asking what am I really passionate about? You're in a great place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, I knew a bit about my passions. As a little girl  I always wanted to sing. I would stand in the garage of my house and sing my heart out, most of the songs were little made up songs. I jumped at every opportunity I got to sing in a choir. Once my father asked me what I wanted to study in school and I told him music. He laughed and said I can always do music later but he wants me to find something more professional. Looking back now, I wonder what may have happened if he had agreed with me. Yea, I can only wonder. So I went on to study Computer Science at the university. Was that my passion? No. My passion remained music. There were times I lost focus but it was always there, drawing me gently. It still wakes me up at night and trails my every step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that my only passion? No. I have just disocvered that I also enjoy writing. School made me hate writing; all the restricted topics and grades just sapped the fun out of writing for me. But now that I'm out of school, I get to write when I want and how I want. I don't have to worry about a teacher snobbing my work. For me it is a way of expressing myself. Sometimes something really good happens and I just want to run to my journal and scribble or run here and let it all out. What I'm going to do with it I'm still working it out with the Lord of the Universe. One thing I'm certain about though is that I am more than grateful for giving me passions that make my heart race.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411527601068287721-6517100334563928297?l=missadeoti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/feeds/6517100334563928297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-makes-your-heart-race.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411527601068287721/posts/default/6517100334563928297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411527601068287721/posts/default/6517100334563928297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-makes-your-heart-race.html' title='What makes your heart race?'/><author><name>Homie GFunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16979090688392019381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WBFOFguCP_8/SZI7mk8e_8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/kleLVj20COs/S220/Forest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411527601068287721.post-5565942677067353502</id><published>2009-07-28T15:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T15:46:36.822-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Random....</title><content type='html'>Whoa!!!! Double Whoa!!!!&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while since I've been here. It's like I want to write but then I shy away from doing so, always coming up with some excuse or the other for why I can't write. It's either the time is not right or the environment is not right or I think I have nothing worth writing about. But you know what... the reality is that I don't want to deal with the 1001 thoughts that are coursing through my mind so I'd rather keep busy with some mundane activity. So today I've purposed that I'm going to stop avoiding this blog and just write. So please take me as I am today, with all my thoughts all over the place. I don't think there's a theme here... just me letting it all out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I ever tell you I love Hillsong? Yes I do! I love their songs.... Whooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea.... I just got back from a trip down to New Orleans. It was a missions trip organized by my church, and the youth went down there. It is still heart breaking to me that 4 years after the storm hit and the levees broke that the situation there is still like it happened yesterday. But then again didn't it happen yesterday? The lower ninth ward was the one hit the hardest. Where a house used to stand, all you find is the concrete slab it stood upon. Neighborhoods looking like forests with all the overgrown grasses and bushes. That part of the city screams desolation. Imagine children not being able to go to their school, families scattered across the country, unable to return home. What is our government doing about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting how they rebuilt the downtown part of the city. Expensive shops were up and running, even Bourbon street was bustling with business as usual. This is where society's priority is: Entertainment and money. The lust of our eyes, the greed to keep possessing and never reaching enough. We turn our backs on the needy, we pass them on the street and come up with an excuse for why we can't help them at that moment. This trip challenged us to go deeper in our love for people. Get out there and visit a sick person, feed the homeless, look for someone to show Christ's love to. I hope we get around to doing these things... not for our selves so that we can feel better about ourselves, but in the name of Love. One thing is for sure: Greater things are still to be done in that city of New Orleans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thought:&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been in what feels like a desert place in your walk with God? Like you could try everything you know and still feel distant to Him... and it seems like you begin to fall prey to little temptations that you thought you had overcome? Now my heart cries out... I want my life to be filled with Him. That rain will fall on this desert ground. That the fallow ground will be broken and that the desert place will sing. Then will breakthrough come! Hmmm..... I'm pondering....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now... I will glory in my Redeemer, and I will rejoice and be glad. Because I know He is keeping me around for a reason, to show me tender mercies every morning. Maybe in hopes that He will wooo my heart again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411527601068287721-5565942677067353502?l=missadeoti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/feeds/5565942677067353502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/2009/07/random.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411527601068287721/posts/default/5565942677067353502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411527601068287721/posts/default/5565942677067353502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/2009/07/random.html' title='Random....'/><author><name>Homie GFunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16979090688392019381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WBFOFguCP_8/SZI7mk8e_8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/kleLVj20COs/S220/Forest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411527601068287721.post-3074448432781083424</id><published>2009-06-23T10:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T10:57:33.850-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tragedy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love.'/><title type='text'>Thanking God and reflecting....</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, 7 people lost their lives in a rail tragedy. My heart goes out to their families and to those who were injured. And I pray that this tragedy never occurs again.&lt;br /&gt;When I realized what happened yesterday, I was overwhelmed and could not but thank the Almighty God for preseving my life. We are indeed living in perilious times, and we have to be mindful to always watch and pray. It is so easy to slip into the monotony of life... and not be conscious of the different ways the devil is trying to attack humanity. The Bible clearly says that the adversary roams around like a lion looking for whom to devour. My prayer is that none of us will end up his prey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....On a reflective note....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You asked me to give you some time... to get back on track with Him... because it seems like everything is so foggy around you... Now I'm giving you some time... I have to admit it is not the easiest thing to do... How I miss the times of just talking with you... Don't get me wrong I do see the need for what yo are doing... My one fear is this: that after you have taken time off... You will no longer see need for me... Like after the fog clears in your mind... I will just be a  figment of your imagination... A dream that never quite materialized... I wonder if there is doubt in your heart... Was it something I said... Or is it something I did in my past... That thing that you said was 'ok' but isn't quite 'ok'... I also worry that when you've come back from your journey... that my heart may have grown bitter and cold... That the blaze of desire and passion that is now there may turn to nothing more but a flicker... I have no other choice than to have &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;faith&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in the word I heard and in the words you said, I have no other choice than to &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hope&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that you indeed are everything I prayed for.... and I have no other choice but to &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; you... through it all."&lt;br /&gt;"And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love." -I Cor. 13:13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow!!! Okay back to reality!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411527601068287721-3074448432781083424?l=missadeoti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/feeds/3074448432781083424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/2009/06/thanking-god-and-reflecting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411527601068287721/posts/default/3074448432781083424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411527601068287721/posts/default/3074448432781083424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/2009/06/thanking-god-and-reflecting.html' title='Thanking God and reflecting....'/><author><name>Homie GFunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16979090688392019381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WBFOFguCP_8/SZI7mk8e_8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/kleLVj20COs/S220/Forest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411527601068287721.post-609621730245610657</id><published>2009-06-22T09:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T09:43:18.526-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgetting Is No Small Problem</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Right above my bed I think I shall hang a sign that says, GOD EXISTS. You see, I wake most mornings an unbeliever. It seems that during the night, I slip into forgetfulness, and by the time the new day comes, I am lost. The deep and precious truths that God has brought to me over the years and even just yesterday seem a thousand miles away. It doesn’t happen every morning, but enough to make it an ongoing reality. And I know I am not alone in this. As George MacDonald confessed in Diary of an Old Soul,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Sometimes I wake, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;and lo, I have forgot,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And drifted out upon an ebbing sea!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;My soul that was at rest now resteth not,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;For I am with myself and not with thee;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Truth seems a blind moon in a glaring morn,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Where nothing is but sick-heart vanity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Forgetting is no small problem. Of all the enemies our hearts must face, this may be the worst because it is insidious. Forgetfulness does not come against us like an enemy in full battle formation, banners waving. Nor does it come temptingly, seductively, the lady in red. It works slowly, commonly, unnoticed. My wife had a beautiful climbing rose vine that began to fill an arbor in her garden. We enjoyed the red blossoms it produced every summer. But last year, something happened. The vine suddenly turned brown, dropped its flowers, and died within the course of a week. After all that loving care we couldn’t figure out what went wrong. A call to the nursery revealed that a worm had gotten into the stalk of the vine and eaten away at the life from the inside. Such is the work of forgetfulness. It cuts us off from our life so slowly, we barely notice, until one day the blooms of our faith are suddenly gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a rel="nofollow"&gt;Desire &lt;/a&gt;, 199–200)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411527601068287721-609621730245610657?l=missadeoti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/feeds/609621730245610657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/2009/06/forgetting-is-no-small-problem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411527601068287721/posts/default/609621730245610657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411527601068287721/posts/default/609621730245610657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/2009/06/forgetting-is-no-small-problem.html' title='Forgetting Is No Small Problem'/><author><name>Homie GFunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16979090688392019381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WBFOFguCP_8/SZI7mk8e_8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/kleLVj20COs/S220/Forest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411527601068287721.post-5590174082382706970</id><published>2009-06-18T09:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T09:55:25.510-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forgiveness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='falling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pressing on'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Take Heed!!!</title><content type='html'>"You who think you stand, take heed lest you fall."&lt;br /&gt;Ever been in that place in life where you've always said, "if I were in that position, I wouldn't do such and such." Only to be confronted with the situation and alas you fall....&lt;br /&gt;Your story then becomes easier said than done.&lt;br /&gt;The word of God says, "Not by might, nor by power, but by My Spirit says the Lord"...&lt;br /&gt;I was in that place just recently... I had been soo sure of my ability to resist that thing that so easily beset me that I forgot to flee every appearance of evil. The end result was obviously not pleasant. Now while I was rescued in the nick of time, my spirit was still unsettled knowing that I had grieved the Holy Spirit of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I turned back to Him, like a child that has been wounded and I sought Him... still seeking Him. You know that song that talks about His steadfast love and His mercies that never come to an end but that are new every morning? That song is so relevant. He says that if we confess our unrighteousness, He is faithful and just to forgive us. Isn't that amazing? He is still willing to show me loving kindness for His Name's sake. He says that He longs to show me compassion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here is the difficulty or should I say the struggle. While I am aware that He is ministering His love and forgiveness to me, my mind/soul cannot but wonder if I'll be able to forget what happened or if I'll be able to have peace about certain decisions I made. In the midst of all that, I get that impartation in my spirit that says, "You cannot have peace until you embrace joy." In other words before I can even begin to understand whether or not I have peace about my decisions... I first have to joyfully accept the free gift of love and forgiveness that He's given. Like how about I start from there right? So I remember that I need to put on the garment of praise to shake off the spirit of despair and guilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two scriptures for today:&lt;br /&gt;"I don’t mean to say that I have already achieved these things or that I have already reached perfection. But I press on to possess that perfection for which Christ Jesus first possessed me.  No, dear brothers and sisters, I have not achieved it, but I focus on this one thing: Forgetting the past and looking forward to what lies ahead,  I press on to reach the end of the race and receive the heavenly prize for which God, through Christ Jesus, is calling us."&lt;br /&gt;--Philippians 3:12-14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When I was a child, I spoke and thought and reasoned as a child. But when I grew up, I put away childish things. Now we see things imperfectly as in a cloudy mirror, but then we will see everything with perfect clarity. All that I know now is partial and incomplete, but then I will know everything completely, just as God now knows me completely."&lt;br /&gt;--1 Cor. 13:11-12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a blessed day! And remember to press on! :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411527601068287721-5590174082382706970?l=missadeoti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/feeds/5590174082382706970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/2009/06/take-heed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411527601068287721/posts/default/5590174082382706970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411527601068287721/posts/default/5590174082382706970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/2009/06/take-heed.html' title='Take Heed!!!'/><author><name>Homie GFunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16979090688392019381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WBFOFguCP_8/SZI7mk8e_8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/kleLVj20COs/S220/Forest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411527601068287721.post-1333396413773635148</id><published>2009-06-04T22:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T09:47:27.095-04:00</updated><title type='text'>That sweet warm feeling inside....</title><content type='html'>I'm back! I know it's been a while... but I assure you... you've been on my mind the whole time I was away. I often felt your tugging at me to update you. To fill your pages with the events of my life.. the ups and downs included. I'm here now.&lt;br /&gt;Where do I begin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These past couple of weeks have been interesting.... more like exciting. I wanted to start this post with a passage from Song of Solomon 1 but decided not to. It just might be too much for you! lol... Life is beautiful... and although it is raining outside with the sun in hiding, life has offered me a silver lining. You know that feeling you get when you thought all hope is lost and out of no where comes the very thing that you hoped for. Like one minute you blinked and a whole new journey opened up before you. Like all it took was for your life to be transformed in one moment. I like that verse from that song (Saviour King) by Hillsong: "Hope which was lost now stands renewed." When you see that silver lining you know that although things may not be as perfect as you would like them to be, there is still hope. As they say when there is life, there is still hope. You know what God (Yahweh) wanted to show Ezekiel in the valley of dry bones? He wanted to show him that even if hope is dead... it can still be revived. It was hope that enabled Ezekiel to prophesy to the dead bones in Ezekiel 37. I believe one very essential component of our walk with the Lord is hope. Till the day we die, there will be a pull on our lives to hope. We hope for a good life, we hope for that special someone to come into our lives, we hope for the return of our Lord Jesus Christ! That sweet warm feeling inside is hope. Since we know that the expectation of the righteous will not be cut short, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;why don't you go ahead and hope today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411527601068287721-1333396413773635148?l=missadeoti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/feeds/1333396413773635148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/2009/06/that-sweet-warm-feeling-inside.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411527601068287721/posts/default/1333396413773635148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411527601068287721/posts/default/1333396413773635148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/2009/06/that-sweet-warm-feeling-inside.html' title='That sweet warm feeling inside....'/><author><name>Homie GFunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16979090688392019381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WBFOFguCP_8/SZI7mk8e_8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/kleLVj20COs/S220/Forest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411527601068287721.post-5655234229849016259</id><published>2009-05-21T11:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T11:22:56.367-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spontaneous worship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memorial day'/><title type='text'>As the week drags on...</title><content type='html'>Okay so today I really don't have one topic to focus on, but rather a series of thoughts and events that are rushing through my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Last night I had a blast... Funny thing is I wasn't even planning on having such a great time. I had an amazing time with the love of my life. As I lay on my bed hoping to drift away to sleep while listening to spontaneous worship, I began to sing along with the singers. Before I knew it, out of me was coming my own worship. Then this song burst from my spirit: "Who am I not to sing Your praise? Who am I not to worship You?" A song that I sung over and over... that captivated my spirit and made it almost impossible to leave His presence... And even when I had turned off the light to sleep, the song was there and in the very early moments of sleep I was experiencing a very deep moving in my spirit.. and when I awoke (some minutes or an hour later) I knew that my spirit was still worshipping... Aaah! Sweetness!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, this morning I feel so tired so drained of energy. My body is screaming at me to give it rest, but what can I do? I have to go about the work that is ahead of me. As I type, my eyes are fighting to stay open.. lol my boss may find me with my head on my keyboard in a few minutes. Lol Okay. I won't do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh! So much to do... so little time. Or so it seems. I just realized that we're almost halfway through the year and I still have goals to accomplish. God help me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW What you doing for memorial day weekend?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411527601068287721-5655234229849016259?l=missadeoti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/feeds/5655234229849016259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/2009/05/as-week-drags-on.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411527601068287721/posts/default/5655234229849016259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411527601068287721/posts/default/5655234229849016259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/2009/05/as-week-drags-on.html' title='As the week drags on...'/><author><name>Homie GFunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16979090688392019381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WBFOFguCP_8/SZI7mk8e_8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/kleLVj20COs/S220/Forest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411527601068287721.post-5393888309129322038</id><published>2009-05-13T10:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T10:40:44.346-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Delight yourself...</title><content type='html'>"There's a river&lt;br /&gt;Whose streams make glad&lt;br /&gt;The city of Our God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a fountain&lt;br /&gt;Full of Grace&lt;br /&gt;That flows from Emmanuel's veins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will rejoice (2x)&lt;br /&gt;And be glad!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Uq2Mi026Rdc"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Uq2Mi026Rdc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this song and it has just been ministering to me. I've been thinking about delighting in the Lord and what it means. I'm learning that delighting in the Lord means to find joy in Who He is and in the works of His hands. Like when I wake up in the morning and I have a song in my heart and a smile on my lips that is actually from my heart. When I walk to work and I notice the beautiful spring flowers or the lovely fresh green leaves! Lol I'm a dork I know... When I'm on the bus and someone smiles at me with such a loving and genuine smile that makes me know that He is smiling at me! lol... I delight in the amazing friends He's placed in my life (they know who they are). And those amazing people I come across in blogville!!! I delight in Him for letting me see another birthday... this is also part of His consistent love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what is going on around me, I will choose to rejoice and be glad... My God, the lover of my soul.. the one that makes my heart sing.. that draws me close... that calls my name in the middle of the night... will always be by my side...&lt;br /&gt;People come and go... situations come and go, and if I focus on them I will miss out on a joy that has no boundaries... So today while I'm still breathing, I will delight in Him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am confident that I will yet see the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living." Today is the land of the living!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a blessed one people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411527601068287721-5393888309129322038?l=missadeoti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/feeds/5393888309129322038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/2009/05/delight-yourself.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411527601068287721/posts/default/5393888309129322038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411527601068287721/posts/default/5393888309129322038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/2009/05/delight-yourself.html' title='Delight yourself...'/><author><name>Homie GFunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16979090688392019381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WBFOFguCP_8/SZI7mk8e_8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/kleLVj20COs/S220/Forest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411527601068287721.post-9065078393663135706</id><published>2009-05-02T20:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T20:27:52.730-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Return of Spring</title><content type='html'>Winter tarries long at six thousand feet. Here in the Rocky Mountains, spring comes late and fitfully. We had snow again last week—the second week in May. I’ve come to accept that spring here is really a wrestling match between winter and summer. It makes for a long time of waiting. You see, the flowers are pretty much gone in September. The first of October, the aspens start turning gold and drop their leaves in a week or two. Come November, all is gray. Initially, I don’t mind. The coming of winter has its joys, and there are Thanksgiving and Christmastime to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after the new year, things begin to drag on. Through February and then March, the earth remains lifeless. The whole world lies shadowed in brown and gray tones, like an old photograph. Winter’s novelty is long past, and by April we are longing for some sign of life—some color, some hope. It’s too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, just this afternoon, I rounded the corner into our neighborhood, and suddenly, the world was green again. What had been rock and twig and dead mulch was a rich oriental carpet of green. I was shocked, stunned. How did it happen? As if in disbelief, I got out of my car and began to walk through the woods, touching every leaf. The birds are back as well, waking us in the morning with their glad songs. It happened suddenly. In the twinkling of an eye. My surprise is telling. It seems natural to long for spring; it is another thing to be completely stunned by its return. I am truly and genuinely surprised, as if my reaction were, Really? What are you doing here? And then I realized, I thought I’d never see you again. I think in some deep place inside, I had accepted the fact that winter is what is really true . . . And so I am shocked by the return of spring. And I wonder, Can the same thing happen for my soul? (&lt;a rel="nofollow"&gt;Desire &lt;/a&gt;, 108–9)&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;This is exactly how I feel. I am reminded of the song of Solomon that goes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;My lover spoke and said to me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;"Arise, my darling, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;my beautiful one, and come with me.&lt;br /&gt;See! The winter is past; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;the rains are over and gone.&lt;br /&gt;Flowers appear on the earth; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;the season of singing has come, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;the cooing of doves &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;is heard in our land.&lt;br /&gt;The fig tree forms its early fruit; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;the blossoming vines spread their fragrance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Arise, come, my darling; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;my beautiful one, come with me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;-Song of Solomon 2:10-13~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411527601068287721-9065078393663135706?l=missadeoti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/feeds/9065078393663135706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/2009/05/return-of-spring.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411527601068287721/posts/default/9065078393663135706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411527601068287721/posts/default/9065078393663135706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/2009/05/return-of-spring.html' title='The Return of Spring'/><author><name>Homie GFunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16979090688392019381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WBFOFguCP_8/SZI7mk8e_8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/kleLVj20COs/S220/Forest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411527601068287721.post-338160567124341634</id><published>2009-04-28T13:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T13:15:30.254-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surrender'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hillsong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='worship'/><title type='text'>Letting go...</title><content type='html'>"All of my life, In every season, You are still God, I have a reason to sing, I have a reason to worship." -Hillsong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in this place in my life where I know I have to let go of somethings and I tell you it's tough. How quickly I've forgotten how hard it is to remove the tentacles of my soul from those things to which it has latched onto. Letting go of those baggages that prevent me from embracing God and all that He has in store for me. But even when I think it is going to be a bitter pill to swallow He reminds me that He has given me joy unspeakable on the inside, and all I have to do is just reach down and pull it out.Ugh! Oh how I pray that this moment will pass by quickly!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On an amusing note... Have you ever met someone that liked you but you didn't even fancy them? And it seems that the slightest laugh irrates you? Well I'm there... Why does this happen? A friend of mine once said, "That's just how life is. You like someone they don't like you and someone likes you but you don't like them." Well I have resolved to laugh and get the most out of this situation. After all people come into our lives for a reason, and for a season... Aaaah... Which brings me back to my quote at the beginning of this post. In this season of letting go and "newness" I have a reason to sing and worship HIM!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411527601068287721-338160567124341634?l=missadeoti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/feeds/338160567124341634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/2009/04/letting-go.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411527601068287721/posts/default/338160567124341634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411527601068287721/posts/default/338160567124341634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/2009/04/letting-go.html' title='Letting go...'/><author><name>Homie GFunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16979090688392019381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WBFOFguCP_8/SZI7mk8e_8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/kleLVj20COs/S220/Forest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411527601068287721.post-51949329772644290</id><published>2009-04-27T15:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T15:15:17.548-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Searching....</title><content type='html'>Hey...&lt;br /&gt;I know it's been a while since I came here, and I'm sorry about that. However there is a reason for my absence... I have been searching for that thing that I would make my talking point for this blog... So far I haven't found the "thing" but one thing I have discovered is this desire to pour my heart out on this blog... (at least to some extent, some things still need to be kept private..) I hope to share my life in such a way that someone reading out there may be encouraged or inspired...&lt;br /&gt;As I write this blog I am listening to an amazing song, whose composer I do not know but it just soothes me everytime I listen to "Jesus Wonderful is Your Name" on &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/outcrywithus"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/outcrywithus&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the past couple of weeks I have just been soaking in the concept of Grace. The Grace of God. His Grace towards me and me extending that grace to others. I am finding that I need to rest in my relationship with Father God. I am not perfect... and it seems that sometimes just when I think I've got it down spiritually I am put in rememberance of Grace... It is by His Grace that I am here doing all that He wants me to do... And His Grace flows through His ever so powerful Love! Oh my goodness! At church yesterday... I felt His love shake me to the cores of my spirit... just when I was asking, Lord will you still use me? Am I still favored in your sight? And surely He responds... Oh what amazing Love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm Grace towards others.... It simply is seeing them the way God sees them. I do not say this to say that I have this concept down... but I'm learning. Each day I pray Eph. 1:18 over myself... Neville Johnson said, (and I'm paraphrasing) "Discernment of spirits can only be done through Love." In other words we cannot say we have the gift of dicernment of spirits without operating in the perfect Love of God. His Love covers a multitude of sin... If the Lord reveals a sin in someone's life to me, it is not to then hit them over the head with the law but to pray for them and love them out of that situation....&lt;br /&gt;Whew... Now that I've said that... Let the practicing begin!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411527601068287721-51949329772644290?l=missadeoti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/feeds/51949329772644290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/2009/04/searching.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411527601068287721/posts/default/51949329772644290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411527601068287721/posts/default/51949329772644290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/2009/04/searching.html' title='Searching....'/><author><name>Homie GFunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16979090688392019381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WBFOFguCP_8/SZI7mk8e_8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/kleLVj20COs/S220/Forest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411527601068287721.post-6677450514629032584</id><published>2009-02-24T09:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T09:11:41.372-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Passionless---</title><content type='html'>I get these daily readings from the Ransomed Heart ministries (John Elderidge) and today I feel like sharing one of them with you. It speaks to the heart of some things I am experiencing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--I thought of the last story we have from the life of the prophet Elisha. Jehoash was king of Israel at the time, and he went to visit Elisha on his sickbed. He knew that without the help of this great prophet, the future of Israel was looking dim. Enemies were closing in on every side, waiting for the kill. Elisha told the king to take in hand some arrows. And the king took them. Elisha told him, “Strike the ground.” He struck it three times and stopped. The man of God was angry with him and said, “You should have struck the ground five or six times; then you would have defeated [your enemies] completely . . . But now you will defeat [them] only three times.” Elisha died and was buried. (2 Kings 13:18–20)That’s it? What a strange story! Why was the old prophet so angry? Because the king was nonchalant; he was passionless, indifferent. He gave the ground a whack or two. His heart wasn’t in it. God says, in effect, “If that is how little you care about the future of your people, that is all the help you will get.” In other words, if your heart’s not in it, well then, neither is mine. You can’t lead a country, let alone flourish in a marriage, with an attitude like that. To abandon desire is to say, “I don’t really need you; I don’t really want you. But I will live with you because, well, I’m supposed to.” It is a grotesque corruption of what was meant to be a beautiful dance between desire and devotion. --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Desire, 56-57)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow how true! How powerful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you passionate about that you take to the place of prayer? Remember the words of James 1:6, and John 16:24...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411527601068287721-6677450514629032584?l=missadeoti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/feeds/6677450514629032584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/2009/02/passionless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411527601068287721/posts/default/6677450514629032584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411527601068287721/posts/default/6677450514629032584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/2009/02/passionless.html' title='Passionless---'/><author><name>Homie GFunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16979090688392019381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WBFOFguCP_8/SZI7mk8e_8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/kleLVj20COs/S220/Forest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411527601068287721.post-4820343532618718423</id><published>2009-02-13T15:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T15:13:36.696-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sacred'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>Something to Ponder</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Few have ever felt so pursued. Sometimes we  wonder if we’ve even been &lt;em&gt;noticed&lt;/em&gt;. Father was too busy to come to our  games, or perhaps he jumped ship altogether. Mother was lost in a never-ending  pile of laundry or, more recently, in her own career. We come into the world  longing to be special to someone and from the start we are disappointed. It is a  rare soul indeed who has been sought after for who she is—not because of what  she can do, or what others can gain from her, but simply for herself. Can you  recall a time when a significant someone in your life sat you down with the sole  purpose of wanting to know your heart more deeply, fully expecting to enjoy what  he found there? More people have climbed Mt. Everest than have experienced real  pursuit, and so what are we left to conclude? There is nothing in our hearts  worth knowing. Whoever and whatever this mystery called &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; must be, it  cannot be much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“In fact,” we continue, “if I am not pursued, it must be  because there is something wrong with me, something dark and twisted inside.” We  long to be known, and we fear it like nothing else. Most people live with a  subtle dread that one day they will be discovered for who they really are and  the world will be appalled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Sacred Romance  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, 83–84)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep huh? Get the book! lol....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be back with plenty gist from my weekend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411527601068287721-4820343532618718423?l=missadeoti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/feeds/4820343532618718423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/2009/02/something-to-ponder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411527601068287721/posts/default/4820343532618718423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411527601068287721/posts/default/4820343532618718423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/2009/02/something-to-ponder.html' title='Something to Ponder'/><author><name>Homie GFunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16979090688392019381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WBFOFguCP_8/SZI7mk8e_8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/kleLVj20COs/S220/Forest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411527601068287721.post-8920663827381333779</id><published>2009-02-11T15:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T15:12:14.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weather....</title><content type='html'>This weather na wa o! (That means it's a wonder)&lt;br /&gt;I mean just last week we had freezing temperatures and today it's almost 70 degrees. It's been quite warm for a couple of days... not that I'm complaining. In fact I thank God for it and look forward to warmer days.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I mentioned that I'm a Nigerian... and lately I've been thinking about moving home... I mean Nigeria. Not anytime soon of course but say in 5 years... We'll see maybe God has different plans for my life... (Again this could also be as a result of reading all those blogs about Nigeria, aka Naija.) Well I really don't have much to talk about today... Oh still thinking about what to do for val's day with my girls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411527601068287721-8920663827381333779?l=missadeoti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/feeds/8920663827381333779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/2009/02/weather.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411527601068287721/posts/default/8920663827381333779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411527601068287721/posts/default/8920663827381333779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/2009/02/weather.html' title='Weather....'/><author><name>Homie GFunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16979090688392019381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WBFOFguCP_8/SZI7mk8e_8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/kleLVj20COs/S220/Forest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411527601068287721.post-7023549907010086442</id><published>2009-02-10T15:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T15:13:14.887-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='valentine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crush'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok... So Today is Tuesday, February 10th 2009.&lt;br /&gt;Just got off the phone with a dear friend of mine who is actually more like a brother, and I am back to the boring day at the office. Honestly, these are the times that I wish I had my own business or something more flexible. But oh well I will not whine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guy Dilemma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! I said it.... I have guy dilemma but don't worry not anything crazy... just me having a crush on a very nice young man... The funny part is while others will be happy about a situation like this, I'm busy tormenting myself for even allowing myself to have a crush... especially one that I have labeled not my type. In fact "not my type" are nice words compared to the mean terms I have used in describing this guy. I will definitely update you as the crush develops. Who know next month I could have a new flavor of the month. J/K! As a good spiritual girl you're not supposed to think that way... Says Who? We'll have to see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Valentines Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Valentine's Day is around the corner.. and I want to do something nice with my girls... any ideas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to hearing from you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411527601068287721-7023549907010086442?l=missadeoti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/feeds/7023549907010086442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/2009/02/ok.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411527601068287721/posts/default/7023549907010086442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411527601068287721/posts/default/7023549907010086442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/2009/02/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Homie GFunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16979090688392019381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WBFOFguCP_8/SZI7mk8e_8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/kleLVj20COs/S220/Forest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411527601068287721.post-5946723869670482667</id><published>2009-02-09T10:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T10:30:37.457-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1! Here it goes!!!!</title><content type='html'>Ok so I finally caved in!&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit I've always wanted a blog secretly but of course came up with a thousand and one excuses why I won't have one....&lt;br /&gt;I hope to muse about the things that are important to me... and the not so important ones....&lt;br /&gt;Well I should start by introducing myself...&lt;br /&gt;I am passionately in love with the Triune God, the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost...&lt;br /&gt;Jeshurn means the one God loves in Hebrew... (I'm paraphrasing)&lt;br /&gt;I'm a dork... a helpless romantic.... a worshipper... and I love to goof around when I don't have to wear my serious face.&lt;br /&gt;I invite you into my blogworld, and I hope that we can enjoy this adventure together!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411527601068287721-5946723869670482667?l=missadeoti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/feeds/5946723869670482667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/2009/02/day-1-here-it-goes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411527601068287721/posts/default/5946723869670482667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411527601068287721/posts/default/5946723869670482667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missadeoti.blogspot.com/2009/02/day-1-here-it-goes.html' title='Day 1! Here it goes!!!!'/><author><name>Homie GFunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16979090688392019381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WBFOFguCP_8/SZI7mk8e_8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/kleLVj20COs/S220/Forest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
