<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35756324</id><updated>2009-11-26T18:43:43.253-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thirsty for Him</title><subtitle type='html'>Encouragement and motivation for those thirsting for a deeper, more intimate relationship with the Lord.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyberta.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35756324/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyberta.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35756324/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Tracy Berta-daughter to the King, wife, mother, speaker, writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182790179432456441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>491</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35756324.post-3435935321661954146</id><published>2009-11-26T00:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T00:00:01.436-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Black Friday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Black Friday....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAB1eRv0lH0/Sw07kE3uNLI/AAAAAAAAB50/hpUdZU1Mrkg/s1600/black+friday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408044218510619826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 365px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAB1eRv0lH0/Sw07kE3uNLI/AAAAAAAAB50/hpUdZU1Mrkg/s400/black+friday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (image from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;MSN&lt;/span&gt; opening page)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do you go shopping on this most dreaded of shopping days? Do wake up in the middle of night to get out by 4AM (or, like this year as many place begin at 12 midnight the night before)? Do you scour the adds looking for the best deal? Do you feel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;exhilarated&lt;/span&gt; as you brave the crowds hunting down the items from your list? Does your &lt;em&gt;list&lt;/em&gt; resemble more of a &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;notebook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, filled with times and items listed for each store, along with needed items for every person on your Christmas list?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If so, I am right there with ya! The above describes me to a T! I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; "Black Friday"! I LOVE this shopping day more than any other! I have no problem waking up, getting ready (no, I am NOT one who basically rolls out of bed and comes in her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;PJs&lt;/span&gt;). I do it all- hair, make-up, traditional Christmas sweater....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But, as we look for all of the best deals, let us remember what is THE best "deal"- trading our life of sin for His robes of righteousness. As we hunt for the "perfect" present, let us remember the Father's gift to each of us.....His precious and beautiful Son, our Savior, the Lord Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And.....what a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PERFECT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; day to shine the Light of Jesus and share the Gospel! Not only do I wear my cross and my friendliest &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SMILE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, not only do I clothe myself with &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;patience&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;grace&lt;/span&gt;.... but I make a point to shine of the Light of Christ to every person I come into contact with... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Which may mean you give up your spot in line to someone else. You may have to offer the last sale item to another. And, I make a point to share the Gospel with check-out clerks with a GREAT tradition we do every year- Gift with Purchase (from the book, Redeeming the Season).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; day before Thanksgiving the kids and I sit down and make craft items to give away as gifts to the salesclerks. We usually make ornaments of some kind... I make sure to thank the clerks for being there for us (shoppers). And, I make sure to say, "MERRY CHRISTMAS"! The ornament always has a message of God's love for us. We have also done bracelets in the past as well. It is an awesome way to bring some joy on a very CRAZY day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;For another &lt;a href="http://tracyberta.blogspot.com/2008/11/black-friday.html"&gt;Black Friday &lt;/a&gt;post click &lt;a href="http://tracyberta.blogspot.com/2008/11/black-friday.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy shopping!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r278/splitdecisionz/Thirsty%20for%20HIm/signature.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35756324-3435935321661954146?l=tracyberta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyberta.blogspot.com/feeds/3435935321661954146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35756324&amp;postID=3435935321661954146&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35756324/posts/default/3435935321661954146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35756324/posts/default/3435935321661954146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyberta.blogspot.com/2009/11/black-friday.html' title='Black Friday....'/><author><name>Tracy Berta-daughter to the King, wife, mother, speaker, writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182790179432456441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04879730393788127324'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAB1eRv0lH0/Sw07kE3uNLI/AAAAAAAAB50/hpUdZU1Mrkg/s72-c/black+friday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35756324.post-8892174544012153179</id><published>2009-11-26T00:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T00:00:04.519-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thanksgiving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Advent'/><title type='text'>The most wonderful time of the year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAB1eRv0lH0/Sw02t8ZwFhI/AAAAAAAAB5s/TerOC3DYFjY/s1600/thumbnail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408038890477983250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAB1eRv0lH0/Sw02t8ZwFhI/AAAAAAAAB5s/TerOC3DYFjY/s400/thumbnail.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Happy Thanksgiving everyone!  I pray you will be richly blessed as you focus on His bountiful goodness in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we approach the Advent season and begin thinking about the birth of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ, I want to encourage you to take a look at Him again through the Gospels.  I am trying to read the four Gospels, Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John, in this Christmas season.  I began today in Mark and again am so blessed as I see the compassion and love of Jesus as He heals all who come to Him.  I hope you, too, will take time everyday this Advent season to prepare your heart for Jesus, pondering His life, love, Words, and sacrifice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;  &lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r278/splitdecisionz/Thirsty%20for%20HIm/signature.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35756324-8892174544012153179?l=tracyberta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyberta.blogspot.com/feeds/8892174544012153179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35756324&amp;postID=8892174544012153179&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35756324/posts/default/8892174544012153179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35756324/posts/default/8892174544012153179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyberta.blogspot.com/2009/11/most-wonderful-time-of-year.html' title='The most wonderful time of the year!'/><author><name>Tracy Berta-daughter to the King, wife, mother, speaker, writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182790179432456441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04879730393788127324'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAB1eRv0lH0/Sw02t8ZwFhI/AAAAAAAAB5s/TerOC3DYFjY/s72-c/thumbnail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35756324.post-5085258912646861294</id><published>2009-11-25T07:50:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T07:52:00.800-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='To raise them up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thankfulness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='At the Well'/><title type='text'>At the Well....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.titus2atthewell.com/2009/11/attitude-of-gratitude.html"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408038262611871618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 109px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WAB1eRv0lH0/Sw02JZazh4I/AAAAAAAAB5k/NLWEqVUCG70/s400/To+Raise+them+Up.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I am at the &lt;a href="http://www.titus2atthewell.com/2009/11/attitude-of-gratitude.html"&gt;Well today talking about fostering an "Attitude of Gratitude&lt;/a&gt;" in our children.  I hope you can join us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r278/splitdecisionz/Thirsty%20for%20HIm/signature.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35756324-5085258912646861294?l=tracyberta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyberta.blogspot.com/feeds/5085258912646861294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35756324&amp;postID=5085258912646861294&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35756324/posts/default/5085258912646861294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35756324/posts/default/5085258912646861294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyberta.blogspot.com/2009/11/at-well.html' title='At the Well....'/><author><name>Tracy Berta-daughter to the King, wife, mother, speaker, writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182790179432456441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04879730393788127324'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WAB1eRv0lH0/Sw02JZazh4I/AAAAAAAAB5k/NLWEqVUCG70/s72-c/To+Raise+them+Up.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35756324.post-5957486370402288396</id><published>2009-11-24T13:31:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T21:00:11.178-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Word-filled Wednesday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thanksgiving'/><title type='text'>Word-Filled Thanksgiving!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAB1eRv0lH0/SwyYfZGH9mI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/xoL8gZSBx1U/s1600/DSC00988.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407864917645063778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAB1eRv0lH0/SwyYfZGH9mI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/xoL8gZSBx1U/s400/DSC00988.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Psalm 100&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;A psalm. For giving &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;thanks&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shout for joy to the LORD, all the earth. Worship the LORD with gladness; come before Him with joyful songs. Know that the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LORD is God. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is He who made us, and we are His; we are His people, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the sheep of His pasture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Enter His gates with thanksgiving and His courts with praise; give thanks to Him and praise His name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For the LORD is good and His love endures forever; His&lt;br /&gt;faithfulness continues through all generations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“I love You, Lord, and I lift my voice, to worship You. O, my soul rejoice. Take joy, my King, in what You hear. May it be a sweet, sweet sound in Your ear.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think there is a verse that says if we were to name all of God’s blessings it would take us the rest of our lives. I began thinking, we so many times are thankful for our families, our homes, our jobs… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But, do we really stop and thank Him for&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; everything&lt;/span&gt;??????? Like, as I was pondering, I have never stopped and thanked God for the inner workings of my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;body&lt;/span&gt;. I don’t have to think about breathing, my body just does it. I don’t have to worry about digesting my food, my body knows how to do it. I thank God for His genius, for creating my body to work so magnificently, without me having to even be aware of what’s going on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You, Lord, that You created me. You breathed life into my body. You formed me. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;“You knit me together in my mother’s womb.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; You created my personality. You gave me a sense of humor. Before the foundation of the world, You knew me and created me. (WOW!) Thank You, God that my body does work the way it is supposed to. Thank You that I don’t have to be concerned with how to breathe, how to pump blood through my arteries, how to hear, how to taste….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You, that I am created in Your image! Thank You that I was not created as a dog or a cow, but I was created in the image of a perfect, wonderful God. Thank You that You are good God, that there is nothing evil in You. I am created in this goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that weren’t enough right there, You also blessed me with &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;free will&lt;/span&gt;. I am not just a robot, a puppet. When I watch my kids play with toys, they make the story up, the “characters” say exactly what my kids speak. Unlike these "puppets", I have a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;voice.&lt;/span&gt; You have given me a true life, not just an illusion. Not just going through the motions. For better or worse, I am able to make choices and live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that weren’t enough, You also gave me &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;emotions&lt;/span&gt;, and blessed me with experiences to feel every possible emotion. I have &lt;strong&gt;laughed&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;cried&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;screamed&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;worried&lt;/strong&gt; and&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and&lt;strong&gt; hated&lt;/strong&gt;…. If it weren’t for disappointments, I would never have known such &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;victory&lt;/span&gt;. If it weren’t for such sorrow, I would never had know the true depth of &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;joy&lt;/span&gt;. If it weren’t for times of fear, I would never had the opportunity to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;trust&lt;/span&gt;. Thank You, God, that I have experienced all You have to offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that weren’t enough, You also have given me You to worship! You sent Your Son, Jesus Christ to be my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Savior&lt;/span&gt;. Not only does He save me from the fires of Hell, but He saves me from the pit of depression, from a life of mediocrity, from a life without passion and purpose. Because of my relationship with Jesus Christ, my life has meaning. &lt;strong&gt;I experience true joy&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thank You, God that You were not just satisfied with being my Creator, but that You are my Friend, my Comforter, my Redeemer, the Bread of Life, the Living Water of my life! Thank You that You love me so much You want a relationship with me!!!! I think of politicians. They want to call me “theirs.” They want me to belong to them. I am their vote. But, they don’t want a relationship with me. You call me by name, I belong to You, but that is not enough for You! I am part of Your family. I am One with You! All this because You sent Your Son, Jesus Christ into the world to be the perfect sacrifice, the Lamb of God, to be my atonement. Because of His promise, not only do I have an abundant life here, I have a glorious inheritance and the promise of spending eternity with You!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that weren’t enough, You then sealed me with the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Holy Spirit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!!!! You want to dwell and abide within me! You are the Counselor that guides me and leads me. You are my greatest intercessor. “&lt;strong&gt;In my weakness, the Spirit Himself intercedes for me with groans that words cannot express.”&lt;/strong&gt; I am sealed- nothing can enter me! The same power that raised Jesus Christ from the dead lives in me!!!! You don’t leave me alone to “fend for myself.” All the help I will ever need is WITHIN me- Your Spirit!!!! And, I have the fruit of that Spirit- love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faith, gentleness, and self-control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that weren’t enough, You have blessed me with a &lt;strong&gt;family&lt;/strong&gt;. A wonderful husband, 5 beautiful children, wonderful parents, Brian’s parents….. But, I have another family as well- my family in Christ, the Body of Christ. I have a family that if I needed something, I could call. A family that understands my journey in faith. Hands and feet at my local church, women in my small group, close friends I have met on the Internet, and fellow bloggers sharing journaling their walk online. Lord, You have crossed my path with so many other Believers who encourage me. Teachers like Beth Moore and Joyce Meyer, Lisa Bevere, Joel Osteen who challenge me and bring the Word of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and if THAT weren’t enough, You bless me with Your Word! It is alive and active in me!!!! It holds the answer to every question I could have. It teaches me, encourages me, draws me near Your heart, reveals Your heart to me. It refreshes my soul. It tells me so much about who You are. It has everything I would ever need!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings to all....and have a wonderful Thanksgiving!&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/35756324-5957486370402288396?l=tracyberta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyberta.blogspot.com/feeds/5957486370402288396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35756324&amp;postID=5957486370402288396&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35756324/posts/default/5957486370402288396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35756324/posts/default/5957486370402288396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyberta.blogspot.com/2007/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Word-Filled Thanksgiving!!!!'/><author><name>Tracy Berta-daughter to the King, wife, mother, speaker, writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182790179432456441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04879730393788127324'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAB1eRv0lH0/SwyYfZGH9mI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/xoL8gZSBx1U/s72-c/DSC00988.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35756324.post-2388269717585220760</id><published>2009-11-24T06:42:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T06:48:26.692-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Las Vegas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>Pictures from Las Vegas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WAB1eRv0lH0/SwvVZRE5CSI/AAAAAAAAB5I/9dzXqHcTGVw/s1600/las+vegas+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407650407645776162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WAB1eRv0lH0/SwvVZRE5CSI/AAAAAAAAB5I/9dzXqHcTGVw/s400/las+vegas+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The view of the pools from our room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407650520554089762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAB1eRv0lH0/SwvVf1sVLSI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/ftn9_AtVAlw/s400/las+vegas+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Me snoozing at the pool....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I thought I would post some lovely pictures of the beautiful hotel we stayed at in Las Vegas. Caeser's Palace really is majestic! Please take a few minutes to read "&lt;a href="http://tracyberta.blogspot.com/2006/11/lost-in-las-vegas.html"&gt;The Lost in Las Vegas&lt;/a&gt;" from our first trip there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And...check back tomorrow for Word-Filled Wednesday and a devotion At the Well!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r278/splitdecisionz/Thirsty%20for%20HIm/signature.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35756324-2388269717585220760?l=tracyberta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyberta.blogspot.com/feeds/2388269717585220760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35756324&amp;postID=2388269717585220760&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35756324/posts/default/2388269717585220760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35756324/posts/default/2388269717585220760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyberta.blogspot.com/2009/11/pictures-from-las-vegas.html' title='Pictures from Las Vegas'/><author><name>Tracy Berta-daughter to the King, wife, mother, speaker, writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182790179432456441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04879730393788127324'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WAB1eRv0lH0/SwvVZRE5CSI/AAAAAAAAB5I/9dzXqHcTGVw/s72-c/las+vegas+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35756324.post-6950308785213176572</id><published>2009-11-23T06:35:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T06:45:45.358-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship with Jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><title type='text'>Do you have your oxygen mask on?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAB1eRv0lH0/SwqBjK-lXlI/AAAAAAAAB5A/qzINH0NYY6M/s1600/airplane-oxygen-mask.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407276743853956690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAB1eRv0lH0/SwqBjK-lXlI/AAAAAAAAB5A/qzINH0NYY6M/s400/airplane-oxygen-mask.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Listening to the flight attendant tell us all about oxygen masks, I couldn't help but make the "spiritual connection"- especially when she began talking about children.  She said that it was very important to put on &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;our own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; masks &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BEFORE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; we put them on any children seated next to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about me, as a mother, Sunday School teacher, mentor to teenage girls....  I need to get my oxygen on BEFORE I attempt to help them put on theirs!  I need to make sure I am seeking MY oxygen- Jesus Christ- before I help them to seek Him as well.  Like the oxygen, I may start to help them &lt;strong&gt;before&lt;/strong&gt; I am secured, but I &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;pass out&lt;/span&gt;!  And, my deepest desire is for them to be SAVED and SECURE as well....but I can't make a difference if I am lying unconscious next to them!  I must first secure my own mask, then reach over and put on theirs...  What may be really cool, though, is that they have WATCHED ME and learned how to do it themselves.  I am there to check on it and make sure it is secure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lord, may I always seek You as my life-giving, life-sustaining oxygen!  May I also help others to secure their "oxygen" masks as well!  Lord, I love You! In Jesus' Name I pray.  Amen.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r278/splitdecisionz/Thirsty%20for%20HIm/signature.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35756324-6950308785213176572?l=tracyberta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyberta.blogspot.com/feeds/6950308785213176572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35756324&amp;postID=6950308785213176572&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35756324/posts/default/6950308785213176572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35756324/posts/default/6950308785213176572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyberta.blogspot.com/2009/11/do-you-have-your-oxygen-mask-on.html' title='Do you have your oxygen mask on?'/><author><name>Tracy Berta-daughter to the King, wife, mother, speaker, writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182790179432456441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04879730393788127324'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAB1eRv0lH0/SwqBjK-lXlI/AAAAAAAAB5A/qzINH0NYY6M/s72-c/airplane-oxygen-mask.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35756324.post-7724157557549954898</id><published>2009-11-20T03:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T03:00:00.553-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laced with Grace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thanksgiving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thankfulness'/><title type='text'>Lord, give me an ATTITUDE of GRATITUDE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WAB1eRv0lH0/SwNujhEEQpI/AAAAAAAAB4A/-SFR02fWUSI/s1600/thumbnail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405285534224630418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WAB1eRv0lH0/SwNujhEEQpI/AAAAAAAAB4A/-SFR02fWUSI/s400/thumbnail.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Please &lt;a href="http://lacedwithgrace.com/devotion/3667/"&gt;join me today at Laced with Grace &lt;/a&gt;to chat about gratitude as we prepare our hearts for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THANKSGIVING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!  Simply click &lt;a href="http://lacedwithgrace.com/devotion/3667/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to read this devotion....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r278/splitdecisionz/Thirsty%20for%20HIm/signature.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35756324-7724157557549954898?l=tracyberta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://lacedwithgrace.com/devotion/3667/' title='Lord, give me an ATTITUDE of GRATITUDE!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyberta.blogspot.com/feeds/7724157557549954898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35756324&amp;postID=7724157557549954898&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35756324/posts/default/7724157557549954898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35756324/posts/default/7724157557549954898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyberta.blogspot.com/2009/11/lord-give-me-attitude-of-gratitude.html' title='Lord, give me an ATTITUDE of GRATITUDE!'/><author><name>Tracy Berta-daughter to the King, wife, mother, speaker, writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182790179432456441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04879730393788127324'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WAB1eRv0lH0/SwNujhEEQpI/AAAAAAAAB4A/-SFR02fWUSI/s72-c/thumbnail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35756324.post-605191695195458691</id><published>2009-11-17T22:40:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T22:47:35.331-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trees'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall devotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Fall Pictures</title><content type='html'>Abby and I recently went on a nature walk to admire the beautiful fall foliage.  I am so glad we brought the camera!  It is amazing, though, two weeks later, most of the trees are bare.  Seasons are getting ready to change again.....&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAB1eRv0lH0/SwN7wGGEJlI/AAAAAAAAB44/igf29ltUo2M/s1600/DSC00988.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405300043974714962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAB1eRv0lH0/SwN7wGGEJlI/AAAAAAAAB44/igf29ltUo2M/s400/DSC00988.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAB1eRv0lH0/SwN7mvNCO3I/AAAAAAAAB4w/bd7r-6wNK0c/s1600/DSC00979.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405299883211111282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAB1eRv0lH0/SwN7mvNCO3I/AAAAAAAAB4w/bd7r-6wNK0c/s400/DSC00979.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAB1eRv0lH0/SwN7cXQyzNI/AAAAAAAAB4o/Uiwv2m8TW8w/s1600/DSC00971.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405299704985734354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAB1eRv0lH0/SwN7cXQyzNI/AAAAAAAAB4o/Uiwv2m8TW8w/s400/DSC00971.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WAB1eRv0lH0/SwN7Sq3IJAI/AAAAAAAAB4g/qmduqmvodiI/s1600/DSC00966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405299538448098306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WAB1eRv0lH0/SwN7Sq3IJAI/AAAAAAAAB4g/qmduqmvodiI/s400/DSC00966.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAB1eRv0lH0/SwN7GeaUteI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/RAH-CbxU_fU/s1600/DSC00964.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405299328947631586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAB1eRv0lH0/SwN7GeaUteI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/RAH-CbxU_fU/s400/DSC00964.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAB1eRv0lH0/SwN67GVluWI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/rruR4lAElmc/s1600/DSC00958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405299133506763106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAB1eRv0lH0/SwN67GVluWI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/rruR4lAElmc/s400/DSC00958.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r278/splitdecisionz/Thirsty%20for%20HIm/signature.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35756324-605191695195458691?l=tracyberta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyberta.blogspot.com/feeds/605191695195458691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35756324&amp;postID=605191695195458691&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35756324/posts/default/605191695195458691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35756324/posts/default/605191695195458691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyberta.blogspot.com/2009/11/fall-pictures.html' title='Fall Pictures'/><author><name>Tracy Berta-daughter to the King, wife, mother, speaker, writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182790179432456441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04879730393788127324'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAB1eRv0lH0/SwN7wGGEJlI/AAAAAAAAB44/igf29ltUo2M/s72-c/DSC00988.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35756324.post-7799363292668474281</id><published>2009-11-17T21:52:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T22:32:38.469-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Word-filled Wednesday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='identity in Christ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Isaiah 43'/><title type='text'>Word-Filled Wedneday....What's in a NAME?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAB1eRv0lH0/SwN01zr45XI/AAAAAAAAB4I/ThjKYpqZ3Fk/s1600/WFW+Isaiah+43,1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405292445530908018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAB1eRv0lH0/SwN01zr45XI/AAAAAAAAB4I/ThjKYpqZ3Fk/s400/WFW+Isaiah+43,1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Have you heard of "&lt;strong&gt;Willis Tower&lt;/strong&gt;"?  You may have or not....  But, I bet you have heard of the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sears Tower&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- the tallest skyscraper in the world!  Well, the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sears Tower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was recently bought by the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Willis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Insurance Co. and promptly changed its name.  Now, for some people, this magnificent building will ALWAYS be "&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the Sears Tower&lt;/span&gt;"- no matter what the "official" name may be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What's in a name?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Names can be very important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother.  Grandmother.  Wife.  Teacher.  Doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Names can be hurtful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dummy.  Failure.  Slob. Ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what the WORLD may have named you, God has a special name for you....&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;daughter&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;beloved&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;chosen&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;precious&lt;/span&gt;.  Isaiah tells us that we have nothing to fear- God has redeemed us.  He has called us by name.  We are &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;His&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Fear not, for I have redeemed you; I have called you by name; you are mine.  Isaiah 43:1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a BLESSED Word-Filled Wednesday and please &lt;a href="http://crittyjoy.typepad.com/"&gt;link here &lt;/a&gt;for more inspiration!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way- I am DESPERATELY trying to learn this new graphics program- Jasc Paint Shop Pro.  The only trouble is....I'm NOT a "pro"!  It is hard!  Anyone familiar with it?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r278/splitdecisionz/Thirsty%20for%20HIm/signature.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35756324-7799363292668474281?l=tracyberta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyberta.blogspot.com/feeds/7799363292668474281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35756324&amp;postID=7799363292668474281&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35756324/posts/default/7799363292668474281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35756324/posts/default/7799363292668474281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyberta.blogspot.com/2009/11/word-filled-wednedaywhats-in-name.html' title='Word-Filled Wedneday....What&apos;s in a NAME?'/><author><name>Tracy Berta-daughter to the King, wife, mother, speaker, writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182790179432456441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04879730393788127324'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAB1eRv0lH0/SwN01zr45XI/AAAAAAAAB4I/ThjKYpqZ3Fk/s72-c/WFW+Isaiah+43,1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35756324.post-567805244781033729</id><published>2009-11-03T19:21:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T19:32:00.192-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Word-filled Wednesday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trials'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suffering'/><title type='text'>Word-Filled Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAB1eRv0lH0/SvDXPDUS3BI/AAAAAAAAB3g/1WHGxzxaoO8/s1600-h/DSC00800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400052606805662738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAB1eRv0lH0/SvDXPDUS3BI/AAAAAAAAB3g/1WHGxzxaoO8/s400/DSC00800.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;".....weeping may remain for a night, but rejoicing comes in the morning."  Psalm 30:5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love this verse.  It is such a reminder that sorrow doesn't last forever....there will be JOY again.  The night may be dark.  It may seem long.  It may bring pain....trembling....foreboding....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but, in the morning, there will be joy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There will be peace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There will be comfort.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There will be rest (no matter how un-restful the night had been.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There will be celebrating.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;REJOICING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I absolutely love this weeping willow tree.  It stands so regally near my home.  I took this picture when I was running one morning.  The sun was rising beautifully behind the tree.  As I thought of the sad tree, the weeping willow, the sun was a reminder that in the morning there will be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;JOY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r278/splitdecisionz/Thirsty%20for%20HIm/signature.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35756324-567805244781033729?l=tracyberta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyberta.blogspot.com/feeds/567805244781033729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35756324&amp;postID=567805244781033729&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35756324/posts/default/567805244781033729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35756324/posts/default/567805244781033729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyberta.blogspot.com/2009/11/word-filled-wednesday.html' title='Word-Filled Wednesday'/><author><name>Tracy Berta-daughter to the King, wife, mother, speaker, writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182790179432456441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04879730393788127324'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAB1eRv0lH0/SvDXPDUS3BI/AAAAAAAAB3g/1WHGxzxaoO8/s72-c/DSC00800.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35756324.post-116403491656476269</id><published>2009-11-03T11:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T19:14:23.449-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saving the Lost'/><title type='text'>Lost in Las Vegas</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Brian and I are again on our way to Vegas for another work convention.  This time, I will know what to expect!  Please be praying for me.  Pray that God would provide an opportunity for me to reach out in Jesus' Name.  Pray that I would be filled with the Holy Spirit.  Pray that He would fill my mouth with His words everywhere I go and whenever I speak.  Here is the post from 3 years ago after my first trip there.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are home from Las Vegas, and it is always so wonderful to get away together as a couple, without the kids! Although it was wonderful spending time with Brian, and socializing with people at the convention, Las Vegas was truly a hard city for me to visit. Brian's brother called us on the cell phone while we were there, not knowing that we were in Vegas. When he learned that I was there, too, his reaction was, "Tracy will have to go to church for a week!" Funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, he knew what we were experiencing because he had just been there. Gone is the "family theme" and Vegas revels in its new theme, "What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas." Las Vegas truly lives up to its nickname as "sin city"- sex, drugs, materialism. When you think of Vegas, the first thing that comes to mind is the lure of gambling. And, of course, watching people in the casinos, you could see people caught in the bondage of gambling, as they plugged away (what looked like) their last nickels in the slot the machines. But, what stood out more than anything was the sexual sin. From the first moment entering Vegas, visitors are bombarded with sexual images once we step off of the airplane. Beginning at the airport and all down the strip and in front of every casino and hotel, there are large screen TVs looping commercials over and over, promoting everything from Cirque du Soleil's new "Zumanity," a show of acrobats appearing naked simulating sex in every imaginable "fantasy," to a choral review with women "dripping rhinestones barely covering anything," to the Chippendale's dancers to Tangerine nightclub, with a view of the "strip" both inside and outside (a strip club located in our hotel!). Walking down the street, there are flyers and booklets promoting prostitutes. Even at the "mall," stores openly displayed nipple jewelry and sex toys (next to "normal" stores like the Gap and Children's Place!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, as "yucky" as it all sounds, the overwhelming emotion I felt the most was grief. I looked around at my beautiful surroundings and watched people having fun in the glamorous environment, oblivious to everything else. I believe as we walk closer to the Lord, we grow more sensitive to His Spirit, and the more we begin to know His heart. I could feel the grief of the Father's heart as I walked around Vegas. There were times I could barely hold back the tears. He so opened my eyes, truly seeing these lost women, women without a hope or future. I had such a sense of His grief for them. They were beautiful women, and they looked satisfied, glamorous. They probably would tell you they are happy in their lifestyles, having no idea they are ruining their lives. Watching an interview with a woman on TV, she told how she was more comfortable without clothes than with clothes. She even "bragged" about having sex with five men at the same time. My heart broke. How they need Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It gave me such a sense of how we are failing as a Church, how we are NOT reaching the lost, who so desperately need Jesus. The world is looking for "something," not knowing exactly what it is. The enemy is right there, deceiving the lost into thinking this lifestyle is it! The attention, the money, the "power," the glamour they receive from it. You may be thinking, "But, Tracy, I can not pick up and move to Las Vegas to minister to the lost there." But, I wondered, as I thought about all of this, how many of those girls were once living in small town America (maybe even Cedar Rapids!), searching and seeking and no one reached out to them. No one told them about Jesus. No one told them there was freedom in the Light! Oh, Father, may we all be a Light shining for You! Help us to get out of our bubbles, out of our comfort zones and reach the world for You! Give us words to share Your love to everyone we meet! Lord, give us eyes to see the lost You directly place in our paths!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father, I lift up the Lost to You, especially those in Las Vegas. Father, Your Word says Jesus came to set the captives free. I pray these women will be set free! I bind the enemy, in the name of Jesus, to the deception of their hearts and minds. He has darkened their minds with His deception. Satan, you are a defeated foe, and I declare you have no power over these women! I pray for a release from their chains! I pray for release from deception, the seduction, the lure this life has over them. Jesus paid too high a price for them to live and die and not ever find You! This is a question of heaven and hell, where will they spend eternity. Lord, it sad that they are caught up in this lifestyle now, but the thought that they would never know You is heartbreaking. Lord, help us Christians to get out of our comfort zones, out of our own self-centered lifestyles and tell people about Jesus! In Jesus' name we pray. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, I am again reminded of how thankful I am for You- that I have You in my life! I love You, Jesus!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings to all of you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35756324-116403491656476269?l=tracyberta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyberta.blogspot.com/feeds/116403491656476269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35756324&amp;postID=116403491656476269&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35756324/posts/default/116403491656476269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35756324/posts/default/116403491656476269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyberta.blogspot.com/2006/11/lost-in-las-vegas.html' title='Lost in Las Vegas'/><author><name>Tracy Berta-daughter to the King, wife, mother, speaker, writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182790179432456441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04879730393788127324'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35756324.post-1300012401881013668</id><published>2009-11-02T08:36:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T09:07:44.949-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hospitality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='At the Well'/><title type='text'>Hospitality....At the Well</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.titus2atthewell.com/2009/11/biblical-hospitality.html"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399516089003222258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 87px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAB1eRv0lH0/Su7vRmwLJPI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/Cx4WDnH2uIo/s320/GatheringAtTheWell.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Today at the well, we are talking about hospitality.......A subject I LOVE! Although some of us DO have "the gift" of hospitality, we all are commanded in scripture to practice hospitality. &lt;a href="http://www.titus2atthewell.com/2009/11/biblical-hospitality.html"&gt;Chelsey wrote a wonderful post about it here...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been thinking about this topic recently because I have been teaching my daughters about friendship and how to be a &lt;em&gt;Biblical&lt;/em&gt; friend. I was pondering hospitality in this context and thought about how the girls have opportunity everyday to practice hospitality- even at school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who is "hospitable" is welcoming. She is inviting. She tries to make someone else feel comfortable....accepted. When a group of girls are playing on the playground, and there is someone who is left out or alone, it is hospitable to &lt;strong&gt;GO TO THAT&lt;/strong&gt; person and invite her into the group....welcome her in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often, as adults, do we face similar situations? Do we invite an outsider "in" to our circle of friends? Do we make the effort to welcome newcomers? Do we &lt;strong&gt;GO TO THAT&lt;/strong&gt; person (pick up the phone) and invite her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched a perfect example of exactly that same kind of hospitality in my home. I host an annual cookie exchange every Christmas. By the way, this IS a perfect opportunity to practice hospitality. Instead of just inviting my close personal friends, I try to go out of my way and invite new people.....people who may need a friend....unchurched. I pray every year and ask God to show me more people who would benefit from my hospitality. There usually is a big group of women who come- sometimes as many as thirty or more. My family room and kitchen are busy with chatter and laughter. One year, as I was surveying the crowd, checking drinks for refills, chatting with different groups of ladies, I noticed one lady sitting by herself on the couch. As I was approaching to talk to her, another one of my friends sat next to her and began a conversation. As I watched, they laughed and talked for most of the evening. After the party, I asked my friend who sat with the lone lady how she knew her. I will never forget my friend's response. She said that she didn't know the lady, but noticed that she was alone. So, she sought her out and spent the evening with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, that is the perfect example of hospitality......to seek out the lost....to extend a hand of friendship.....to welcome and make the person feel at home...at ease....comfortable....and accepted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lord, may I always welcome others in Your Name. Make my home a place where the doors are always open to strangers and those who need a refuge. Give me a HEART willing to share my home and my comfort with others. Help me to develop the SKILLS of hospitality. In Jesus' Name I pray. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget to&lt;a href="http://www.titus2atthewell.com/2009/11/biblical-hospitality.html"&gt; stop by the Well &lt;/a&gt;to read more great inspiration.  And, please join in the conversation!  I would love to read your thoughts on hospitality! &lt;a href="http://www.titus2atthewell.com/2009/11/biblical-hospitality.html"&gt; Link here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r278/splitdecisionz/Thirsty%20for%20HIm/signature.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35756324-1300012401881013668?l=tracyberta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyberta.blogspot.com/feeds/1300012401881013668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35756324&amp;postID=1300012401881013668&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35756324/posts/default/1300012401881013668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35756324/posts/default/1300012401881013668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyberta.blogspot.com/2009/11/hospitalityat-well.html' title='Hospitality....At the Well'/><author><name>Tracy Berta-daughter to the King, wife, mother, speaker, writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182790179432456441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04879730393788127324'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAB1eRv0lH0/Su7vRmwLJPI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/Cx4WDnH2uIo/s72-c/GatheringAtTheWell.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35756324.post-6363358516799594169</id><published>2009-10-28T03:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T03:00:06.188-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laced with Grace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='authenticty'/><title type='text'>What mask are YOU wearing?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Do you ever wear masks? Hmmmm....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Please visit me at&lt;a href="http://lacedwithgrace.com/devotion/mask-wearing/"&gt; Laced With Grace today &lt;/a&gt;to ponder this devotion with me!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35756324-6363358516799594169?l=tracyberta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyberta.blogspot.com/feeds/6363358516799594169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35756324&amp;postID=6363358516799594169&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35756324/posts/default/6363358516799594169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35756324/posts/default/6363358516799594169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyberta.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-mask-are-you-wearing.html' title='What mask are YOU wearing?'/><author><name>Tracy Berta-daughter to the King, wife, mother, speaker, writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182790179432456441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04879730393788127324'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35756324.post-5612395751130641296</id><published>2009-10-27T16:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T09:02:53.612-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Word-filled Wednesday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><title type='text'>They are watching..........at Word-Filled Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://susan2956.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397489593875228386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 118px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAB1eRv0lH0/Sue8MEHM5uI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/YK4zwya2cwk/s200/wfw-2008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yay! Finally, today is the day that I get my "new" computer! I have been long awaiting it.....and have been reposting many of my favorite older posts for WFW. Many have been early posts that I added a picture to. BUT, this one (one of my FAVORITES!) already had the picture. My prayer is that is blesses you! And, check out &lt;a href="http://susan2956.blogspot.com/"&gt;Susan at Forever His &lt;/a&gt;for more great inspiration!&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;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAB1eRv0lH0/R4FfBmws_EI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Tg2j4rjDrlw/s1600-h/RSCN1667.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152503929877888066" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAB1eRv0lH0/R4FfBmws_EI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Tg2j4rjDrlw/s200/RSCN1667.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;"...&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;you became imitators of us&lt;/span&gt; and of the Lord; in spite of severe suffering, you welcomed the message with the joy given by the Holy Spirit. And so you becam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;e a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;model&lt;/span&gt; to all the believers..." -1Thessalonians 1:6-7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;reposted from 1/08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aaron, my four year old, decided yesterday that he wanted to go into the office with Daddy to "work." So, he got ready, packing his bag with crayons, markers, coloring books, and envelopes. He took a shower and "shaved" like Daddy, got dressed (tie and all), put on his cologne, and was good to go. Now, that was adorable, but what was really neat was that his big sister Aly, 7, helped him get ready. They had been playing house and she was pretending to be his wife and his helpmate. She helped him pick his clothes, "ironed" his shirts, helped pack his bag, combed his hair, complete with hair gel, and reminded him to put on his cologne! When I complimented her about being a wonderful helpmate and very kind, she smiled and said, "Well, you are a good role model! I want to help my husband like you help Daddy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there were tears in my eyes! And, it was an encouragement that God knew I needed. But, it was also a HUGE reminder that our little ones ARE WATCHING us! Thankfully, Aly is seeing me role model helping my family and taking care of them. But, unfortunately, my children also see me "role model" negative behaviors- losing my temper, yelling.... And, I see those behaviors in my children, too, reminding me that the saying, "Do what I say, not what I do......" is true! I want to learn by this delightful experience that, with the power of God, I can live out my beliefs, and my children will "pick them up." Lord, I know they are watching!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Father, thank you for little reassurances like this. Thank you that you are such an encourager. Help me, Lord, to shine your Light to my children. Help me, by my words and actions to model living for you. Thank you, Lord! In Jesus' name we pray. Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35756324-5612395751130641296?l=tracyberta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyberta.blogspot.com/feeds/5612395751130641296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35756324&amp;postID=5612395751130641296&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35756324/posts/default/5612395751130641296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35756324/posts/default/5612395751130641296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyberta.blogspot.com/2008/01/they-are-watching.html' title='They are watching..........at Word-Filled Wednesday'/><author><name>Tracy Berta-daughter to the King, wife, mother, speaker, writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182790179432456441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04879730393788127324'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAB1eRv0lH0/Sue8MEHM5uI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/YK4zwya2cwk/s72-c/wfw-2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35756324.post-3673860568533577855</id><published>2009-10-23T14:16:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T16:23:55.263-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='500 blog post'/><title type='text'>My 500 Blog Post!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;WOW! It's hard to believe that this is my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ooth&lt;/span&gt; blog post&lt;/span&gt;! And, I can't believe that I have blogging since October 2007! I have learned a lot these 2 years, but I still have lots more to conquer. Thanks so much to all of my subscribers and followers. Thank you for all of your kind comments and encouragement. There is so much MORE I want to do in the world of blogging.....but all in His timing!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I saw someone do this once and loved the idea, so I thought I would "steal" it! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;In honor of my 500&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; post......50 things you may not have known about me (or wanted to!) chuckle...chuckle....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;DRUMROLL&lt;/span&gt; PLEASE.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have been married to my honey, Brian for 21 years. We dated 5 years before we got married, so that means I have been with him for more than HALF of my life!! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We have 5 awesome kids- Andrew, Ashley, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Aly&lt;/span&gt;, Aaron, and Abigail. Yes, we are one of "those" cheesy families that name their kids with the same initial. Honestly, it didn't start that way....We loved both the names Andrew and Ashley. Then, when baby #3 was on the way, we loved "Alyssa" (our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Aly&lt;/span&gt; for short). If she would have been a boy, she would have been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Quinten&lt;/span&gt;. Then once you have 3 with "A", we had to keep going with the A theme so that any following children would not have a complex!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I taught &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Kindergarten&lt;/span&gt; and 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade before staying home with my children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have secret ambitions of being in a woman's roller derby league. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When I was little, I wanted to be a "Charlie's Angel" when I grew up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.....or a truck driver (thanks to the TV show &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;BJ&lt;/span&gt; and the Bear).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was voted "Class Airhead" when I was a senior. They just didn't realize I am a "deep thinker"! Thus, at the senior class dinner, when the award recipient was announced (me) I didn't even know because I was deep in thought (daydreaming). I wasn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;offended&lt;/span&gt;, though! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I sign almost all of my emails with smiley faces! :) Love them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My favorite meal is STEAK!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I don't like breakfast food.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;unless it is Lucky Charms or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Booberry&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;which of course I hardly ever eat :)...........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I LOVE Glenn Beck&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I went to Illinois State University.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;One of the movies I remember most from when I was a kid is "Hero at Large."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When I was a kid, I was obsessed with Joan Crawford.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I love art. I love to draw. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I love to scrapbook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I don't do any of the three any more. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am adopted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was in a "beauty" pageant in high school. (I know I can't believe it, either!) I didn't win, but I did get an award for raising the most advertising dollars!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I love gum (and love to blow bubbles). I remember having DETENTIONS constantly in 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade for forgetting to take out my gum at school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am a "24" junkie. Superman wears Jack Bauer underwear!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I loved Archie comics when I was a kid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My dog, Taffy was one of the first dogs diagnosed with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;heartworm&lt;/span&gt;. Doctors were able to use her body to come up with a vaccine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I love American history. I was in a "history club" in 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My hometown, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Streator&lt;/span&gt;, was "the glass capital of the world."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I can remember watching "Lawrence &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Welk&lt;/span&gt;" and "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Hee&lt;/span&gt; Haw" every Saturday night as a kid!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I never like Chinese food until I was pregnant with Andrew. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I love to SWIM.......love the water......I can remember doing backwards &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;somersaults&lt;/span&gt; underwater when I was a kid. I think my all time record was 13.  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OK....JUST 20 MORE TO GO!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We are Disney "junkies" visiting Walt Disney World 5 times now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;One of my favorite places ever is the Grand Canyon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My middle name is Kay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;One of my favorite books is "True Confessions of Charlotte Doyle" and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Roll of Thunder, Hear My Cry".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The last book I read was "Just Walk Across the Room" by Bill &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Hybels&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am reading "Battlefield of the Mind" by Joyce Meyers for the 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I love to play &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Uno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Skippo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Monopoly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and Life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I once stayed up to 4 AM putting together a Yogi Bear puzzle. I decided to NEVER again purchase a puzzle that cannot be completed within an hour or two!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My favorite game when I was a kid was Clue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I once cheated playing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;UNO&lt;/span&gt; with my mom and dad, hiding cards under my bottom! I will never forget that and they don't let me forget either!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My eyes are hazel, sometimes looking dark brown while other times looking greenish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I went to a Rick Springfield concert when I was young...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and the Police....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but they weren't as awesome as the Newsboys who I saw last summer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I would love to go on a Holy Land trip visiting the places where Jesus walked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My prayer for YOU is that you know and love the Lord Jesus Christ!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Well.....there are 5o things about me. Many blessings to you!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r278/splitdecisionz/Thirsty%20for%20HIm/signature.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35756324-3673860568533577855?l=tracyberta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyberta.blogspot.com/feeds/3673860568533577855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35756324&amp;postID=3673860568533577855&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35756324/posts/default/3673860568533577855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35756324/posts/default/3673860568533577855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyberta.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-500-blog-post.html' title='My 500 Blog Post!'/><author><name>Tracy Berta-daughter to the King, wife, mother, speaker, writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182790179432456441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04879730393788127324'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35756324.post-55202624581651816</id><published>2009-10-23T14:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T14:15:42.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'>AAAHHH...choo..sniffle..sniffle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAB1eRv0lH0/SuIAdN-JuSI/AAAAAAAAB3I/f6T0TDVfWYk/s1600-h/getty_rf_photo_of_woman_sneezing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395875805509826850" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 272px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAB1eRv0lH0/SuIAdN-JuSI/AAAAAAAAB3I/f6T0TDVfWYk/s400/getty_rf_photo_of_woman_sneezing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've been getting over (dare I say it?) the flu or a cold or a virus....whatever it was!  Feeling better....thanks for your prayers!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r278/splitdecisionz/Thirsty%20for%20HIm/signature.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35756324-55202624581651816?l=tracyberta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyberta.blogspot.com/feeds/55202624581651816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35756324&amp;postID=55202624581651816&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35756324/posts/default/55202624581651816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35756324/posts/default/55202624581651816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyberta.blogspot.com/2009/10/aaahhhchoosnifflesniffle.html' title='AAAHHH...choo..sniffle..sniffle'/><author><name>Tracy Berta-daughter to the King, wife, mother, speaker, writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182790179432456441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04879730393788127324'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAB1eRv0lH0/SuIAdN-JuSI/AAAAAAAAB3I/f6T0TDVfWYk/s72-c/getty_rf_photo_of_woman_sneezing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35756324.post-7425806557585297870</id><published>2009-10-21T00:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T00:46:00.374-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='To raise them up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian friendships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Godly character'/><title type='text'>To Raise Them Up...to NOT be "Mean Girls"!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.titus2atthewell.com/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388014326049792242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 109px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAB1eRv0lH0/SsYSe4zp4PI/AAAAAAAAB1o/z5hZurHopic/s400/To+Raise+them+Up.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Have you ever had an experience with a "mean girl"? Have you ever been a "mean girl"? Did you know there were "mean girls" in the Bible? Please join me today At the Well as I share what God has taught me about mean girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r278/splitdecisionz/Thirsty%20for%20HIm/signature.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35756324-7425806557585297870?l=tracyberta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyberta.blogspot.com/feeds/7425806557585297870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35756324&amp;postID=7425806557585297870&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35756324/posts/default/7425806557585297870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35756324/posts/default/7425806557585297870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyberta.blogspot.com/2009/10/to-raise-them-upto-not-be-mean-girls.html' title='To Raise Them Up...to NOT be &quot;Mean Girls&quot;!'/><author><name>Tracy Berta-daughter to the King, wife, mother, speaker, writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182790179432456441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04879730393788127324'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAB1eRv0lH0/SsYSe4zp4PI/AAAAAAAAB1o/z5hZurHopic/s72-c/To+Raise+them+Up.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35756324.post-3941198237657538159</id><published>2009-10-17T00:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T15:04:48.781-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internetcafe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian living'/><title type='text'>Garbage Day....at the Internet Cafe!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.internetcafedevotions.com/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389672920574244578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAB1eRv0lH0/Ssv29y5etuI/AAAAAAAAB2I/sQPAK4IhFQM/s400/internet+chat.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Please join me today at the &lt;a href="http://www.internetcafedevotions.com/"&gt;Cafe... where I am talking about taking out the garbage&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r278/splitdecisionz/Thirsty%20for%20HIm/signature.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35756324-3941198237657538159?l=tracyberta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyberta.blogspot.com/feeds/3941198237657538159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35756324&amp;postID=3941198237657538159&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35756324/posts/default/3941198237657538159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35756324/posts/default/3941198237657538159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyberta.blogspot.com/2009/10/garbage-dayat-internet-cafe.html' title='Garbage Day....at the Internet Cafe!'/><author><name>Tracy Berta-daughter to the King, wife, mother, speaker, writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182790179432456441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04879730393788127324'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAB1eRv0lH0/Ssv29y5etuI/AAAAAAAAB2I/sQPAK4IhFQM/s72-c/internet+chat.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35756324.post-116123020930394253</id><published>2009-10-13T22:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T15:28:25.045-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Word-filled Wednesday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busyness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s rest'/><title type='text'>How do I slow down?!.....Word Filled Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAB1eRv0lH0/StW9tkgna8I/AAAAAAAAB2w/XedX720_Zwg/s1600-h/goodgriefminivan2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392424719438277570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAB1eRv0lH0/StW9tkgna8I/AAAAAAAAB2w/XedX720_Zwg/s400/goodgriefminivan2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"He will quiet you with His love." Zephaniah 3:17&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, how do we slow down?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was once preparing for a talk called "Don't Waste Your Life!" when a dear friend asked what the topic was about. I told her it that it is about God's plans for us ( and how they are very different from our own at times!), our relationship with Him, and the&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; busyness&lt;/span&gt; of life. She then said, (and I love this!) "&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Well, are you going to tell me how to NOT be busy or just that I am too busy! Because I already know that&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can relate to her frustration. Sometimes we get caught up in the "busyness trap," and we don't see a way out! We know we are not feeling at peace, but &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;don't know how to slow down&lt;/span&gt;. Sometimes we are looking for a "magic formula" or some "secret." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I wish I had a "secret" to tell you. There is no "magic formula." We all know in our hearts what we need to do, but we struggle with doing it! It is so simple- we need to begin taking things OUT of our schedules instead of continuing to put them in! I heard some sound advice from Rick Warren (Purpose Driven Life) once- &lt;strong&gt;anytime you &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;add&lt;/span&gt; a new activity to your life, you need to&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; take something away&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; I know, I know, it sounds too simple. Then, your next question is HOW?! How do I remove "stuff?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing we need to begin doing is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PRAYING&lt;/span&gt; about what God's will is for our lives. Now, we are really good at doing this when some big catastrophe comes up, or we have to make a huge decision, but we forget about the "&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt;" things. Maybe we just don't want to "bother" God with the "trivial" stuff. Or, maybe we really don't want God's input into our activities because deep down we know He will tell us to let go of some things. Maybe we have just never thought about before!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus was a busy guy here on earth! He WALKED (no cars to get Him there in a matter of minutes or hours, it took days!) the land, healing the sick, casting out demons, performing miracles, teaching the people, and ministering to them. But, I never saw Him stressed about His workload! Why? Two things. First, He got away OFTEN to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;pray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! As busy as He was, He met with Father continually. And, the second was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He always did the will of the Father&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am sure that while He was on earth, Jesus could have healed many more. He could have taught more. He could have done more! But, He sought out God's &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt; for Him, and when God said, "Go to the next town." It was time to go! In His obedience, He followed the Perfect Plan, doing exactly what He was meant to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times do I pray about my kids' activities? Now, I am pretty good about praying for God's will in my own activities (learned that the hard way!), and I seek out His will for what I am doing. I always tell people I need to pray first before I make a commitment. (Like I said I learned that the hard way!!!!) But, with my kids, I just barreled ahead, signing them up for all of these activities because, my goodness, if the girls don't dance, they will be deprived, or if Andrew doesn't play football, well, ALL boys play football. And, if you don't play soccer, you can't live in America!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has really been dealing with me in this area over the last few years and it has been so LIBERATING! (Both for me and for the kids!) It started one spring when both girls were in dance and Andrew was busy with scouts and basketball. The girls were also playing soccer. A typical Saturday was two soccer games and a basketball game before noon. Well, the girls were supposed to get dance recital pictures taken, (different times) and Andrew had to do an activity for scouting. I was freaking out, wondering how I was going to pull all of this off, because they were at different times. The Holy Spirit spoke directly in my heart, "Tracy, you don't HAVE to get the dance picture! You'll take plenty of your own pictures. They just had soccer pictures done and Spring school pictures. Just because it is written on &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;someone's calendar,&lt;/span&gt; it doesn't mean you HAVE TO DO IT!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Freedom!!!!!!!!!!! I never realized until that moment that I didn't &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; to do these things! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't have to go to &lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt; meeting, just because they are having it?&lt;/em&gt; I don't have to sign the kids up for this, even though "everybody" else is?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The climax came the next fall. I had already decided that we would take a break from dance. The girls weren't "in love" with it as much as mom anyway! So, we decided we would only do soccer for them, with church on Wed. nights and Indian Princesses once a month. Well, mom missed the deadline to sign up. I immediately felt guilty and horrible. I rushed to the YMCA with my check, hoping to still get in (it was only one day after the deadline!). They wouldn't take my money, but they did put me on a waiting list. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then&lt;/span&gt;, I felt a leading to pray. I realized I hadn't really sought out God's will in all of this. I know He has plans for my children as well as me, and I needed to seek Him out in all of this. Well, I prayed that if it was His will that they do soccer, then He would open that door. But, if it was better for the girls not to play in the spring, that He would close the door. I surrendered it to Him and asked Him to be over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the girls did NOT get on a team (hallelujah!) and it was wonderful! They were so happy! They were able to play (like kids!) after school and our Saturdays were spent as a family, doing some chores, running to Target for our groceries, and then having fun! They just needed a break. They both are playing again, but it was a season where God's best was that we didn't do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus promises that His burden is light. Jesus said, “&lt;strong&gt;Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me&lt;/strong&gt;, (remember- Jesus prayed and spent time with the Father, and obeyed the will of the Father) &lt;strong&gt;for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light&lt;/strong&gt;.” If we are not experiencing peace, then something is wrong. Isaiah says, “&lt;strong&gt;You will keep in perfect peace him whose mind is stayed on You, because he trusts in You&lt;/strong&gt;.” If God has truly called you to everything you are doing, then He will equip you to handle it all! Let us seek God and ask Him what we should be doing with our time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;My soul finds rest in God alone."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that you will experience the peace that passes all understanding as you continue to seek Him out- above all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My prayer for you today&lt;/strong&gt; (from Psalm 20)&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;May the Lord answer you when you are in distress (&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;when the washer has broken down, when you are feeling sick, when your child has failed a test...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the name of God of Jacob protect you.&lt;br /&gt;May He send you help from the sanctuary and grant you support from Zion.&lt;br /&gt;May He remember all of your sacrifices. (&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Selah- think on this&lt;/span&gt;...)&lt;br /&gt;May He give you the desire of your heart and make all your plans succeed.&lt;br /&gt;We will shout for joy when you are victorious and will lift up our banners in the Name of the Lord!&lt;br /&gt;May the Lord grant all of your requests.&lt;br /&gt;We trust in the Name of the Lord our God&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings!&lt;br /&gt;In His grace, love, joy, and PEACE,&lt;br /&gt;Tracy&lt;a href="http://www.allyouhavetogive.com/2009/10/thinking-pink.html"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392425744049867794" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 118px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAB1eRv0lH0/StW-pNfDjBI/AAAAAAAAB24/zS6JOKjw_iI/s200/wfw-2008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Please visit &lt;a href="http://www.allyouhavetogive.com/2009/10/thinking-pink.html"&gt;Lori at All You Have to Give&lt;/a&gt; for more inspiration!&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/35756324-116123020930394253?l=tracyberta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyberta.blogspot.com/feeds/116123020930394253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35756324&amp;postID=116123020930394253&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35756324/posts/default/116123020930394253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35756324/posts/default/116123020930394253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyberta.blogspot.com/2006/10/how-do-i-slow-down.html' title='How do I slow down?!.....Word Filled Wednesday'/><author><name>Tracy Berta-daughter to the King, wife, mother, speaker, writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182790179432456441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04879730393788127324'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAB1eRv0lH0/StW9tkgna8I/AAAAAAAAB2w/XedX720_Zwg/s72-c/goodgriefminivan2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35756324.post-116226954060837054</id><published>2009-10-08T22:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T20:41:12.036-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='armor of God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritual warfare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>Put on that armor!</title><content type='html'>Grace and peace to you all this morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever wake up feeling "heavy?" All the burdens of the day upon you, and you haven't even brushed your teeth yet? That's where I was this morning. Thinking (OK, worrying) about all those things that need to be done- kitchen cleaned, floors scrubbed, bathrooms cleaned (didn't I just do that on Wed?!), the laundry room cleaned and ready for winter, my closet cleaned, all of the laundry put away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling that overwhelming feeling of "&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;how&lt;/span&gt; am I going to accomplish all of this?!" Even on my morning walk, the time when I meet with God, praying and praising, I felt very distracted and my mind had a hard time staying in one place! He spoke to me, "Tracy, of all days- put on your armor!" So, I thought I would put it on with each one of you, so that we may together "stand firm and be alert," ready for whatever comes our way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's praise Him before anything else!&lt;br /&gt;from Psalm 57:&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I am in the midst of lions; I lie among ravenous beasts- men whose teeth are spears and arrows, whose tongues are sharp words&lt;/span&gt; (OK, David was being chased down by Saul, in fear for his life. But- that laundry room is a ravenous beast to me! Thinking about it is &lt;strong&gt;devouring&lt;/strong&gt; my energy and my joy!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;BE EXALTED, O GOD, ABOVE THE HEAVENS; LET YOUR GLORY BE OVER ALL THE EARTH.&lt;br /&gt;My heart is steadfast, O God, my heart is steadfast; I will sing and make music. Awake, my soul! Awake, harp and lyre! I will awaken the dawn.&lt;br /&gt;I will praise You, O Lord, among the nations; I will sing of you among the peoples.&lt;br /&gt;FOR GREAT IS YOUR LOVE, REACHING TO THE HEAVENS; YOUR FAITHFULNESS REACHES TO THE SKIES.&lt;br /&gt;BE EXALTED, O GOD, ABOVE THE HEAVENS; LET YOUR GLORY BE OVER ALL THE EARTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the armor from Ephesians 6:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;Finally, be strong in the Lord and IN HIS MIGHTY POWER&lt;/strong&gt; (Lord,&lt;br /&gt;I want to rely on YOUR power- not my own. Help me to be strong in YOU!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Put on the full armor of God so that you can stake stand against ALL&lt;br /&gt;the devil's schemes&lt;/strong&gt; (whether he is trying to steal your joy, distract&lt;br /&gt;you or replace the Truth with lies).&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;strong&gt;stand your ground, and after you have done everything, to stand&lt;/strong&gt; (sometimes, that is all we have left- we are just standing and saying, "I will not give up!").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stand FIRM then, with the belt of TRUTH buckled around your waist&lt;/strong&gt;..." &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, we do put on your &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Jesus said, I AM THE TRUTH. We buckle the Lord Jesus Christ around our waist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just like any weight lifter would &lt;strong&gt;never&lt;/strong&gt; lift a heavy weight without &lt;strong&gt;first&lt;/strong&gt; buckling that leather belt around his waist, we would not dare lift any weight of the world without first buckling the Truth around our waist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The center of your body is the "powerhouse." If it is out of shape, it can cause all sorts of problems. We need Jesus and the written word- Truth centering us, making us strong, giving us the support we need. &lt;em&gt;Lord, I believe Your Word is Truth, it is &lt;strong&gt;power&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. I choose to believe it. No matter what I am "feeling," I choose to put on the Truth and the promises of Your Word. I am a Child of the Most High God. You love me. If You are for me, who dare be against me? I am more than a conqueror in the Lord Jesus Christ. I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me. I am precious and honored in Your sight. You are working ALL things together for my good (all things aren't "good," but Your are working everything together FOR MY GOOD!). Jesus said, "&lt;strong&gt;Then you will know the Truth, and the Truth will set you free&lt;/strong&gt;." &lt;strong&gt;I choose to BELIEVE AND LIVE OUT THE TRUTH- IT WILL BRING FREEDOM IN EVERY AREA OF MY LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We put on the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;breastplate of righteousness&lt;/span&gt;. And, again, where does our righteousness come from? It comes from Jesus! What does a breastplate cover? Our hearts! The Bible says, "&lt;strong&gt;Above all else- guard your hearts, for it is the wellspring of life&lt;/strong&gt;." We place &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jesus&lt;/span&gt; over our hearts. Above everything else, we ask You God, to come in and make our hearts pure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Make my heart like yours! Give me a new heart. Work my heart so that it soft and pliable and ready to listen to You. Purify my heart. "&lt;strong&gt;Create in me a pure heart, O God, and renew a right spirit within me."&lt;/strong&gt; Lord, help me to set my heart on things above, not on earthly things. Show me things in my heart that You want to change. Help me to surrender ALL of my heart to You and to Your good and healing hands. I know Philippians tells me that when I pray (and am NOT anxious about anything), the peace that passes all understanding will keep and guard my heart (and mind) in Christ Jesus. I give You my heart, God and I place the righteousness of Jesus over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We fit our feet with the readiness&lt;/strong&gt; (to be fully prepared) t&lt;strong&gt;hat comes from the gospel of peace.&lt;/strong&gt; Lord, our feet take us everywhere we go. We put on Jesus on our feet- the gospel of peace. Jesus is the only way we have peace with God. Help us to take Him everywhere we go, being a Light for Him, shining His light. Help us to spread the good news of our faith. In every word, to friends to strangers, to our husbands and to our children, let us exude Jesus. Help us to "walk the walk" with Jesus fitted to our feet. When I read this part of the armor, I am always reminded that after Jesus healed so many, He would say, "&lt;strong&gt;Go in peace- your faith has healed (saved) you&lt;/strong&gt;." Lord it is our &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;faith&lt;/span&gt; that brings peace- peace with God, peace with others, peace within ourselves. Lord, strengthen our faith!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In addition to all of this, take up the shield of FAITH&lt;/strong&gt;! Yes! It is not faith in ourselves, our abilities, the world.... But, faith in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lord Jesus Christ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! I can do all things through Christ! I believe "You are who You say You are, God! I believe You can do the things You say You can do! I believe I AM WHO YOU SAY I AM- blessed, chosen, adopted, accepted in the Beloved, included in Christ, FORGIVEN, redeemed, a child of the Most High God! I believe Your Word is alive and active in me!"(Beth Moore) Lord, there is no better shield than our faith!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen movies like "Gladiator?" The shields were huge, covering the soldiers' whole body. And, when a group of soldiers were together, they went down together, as a whole (like the Body of Christ), bringing their shields together as one. With this shield, "&lt;strong&gt;we extinguish ALL the flaming arrows of the enemy&lt;/strong&gt;." We put out every lie and scheme of the evil one by holding up our faith in the One who already has defeated him! Satan is a defeated foe! "&lt;strong&gt;He that is in me is GREATER than he that is in the world- Satan.&lt;/strong&gt;" We pick up our shields and stand firm against the enemy, choosing to believe God and all of His promises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;Take up the helmet of salvation&lt;/strong&gt;." Wow! Ladies, so often the battle begins in our minds! It starts as a sliver of doubt. A lie planted by the enemy. Our own fleshly desires and sin. It can be a lack of trust in God. But, put on the helmet around your mind! And, where does my salvation come from? It comes from Jesus! I am putting Jesus around my mind, my thoughts. I am "&lt;strong&gt;taking EVERY thought captive in obedience to Jesus Christ&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how I can explain it, how reasonable it looks, how much I desire to think it, I am giving it over to Jesus! The Word says I have the mind of Christ! I want to think like You, Lord! I want to put down every lofty thought and vain imagination that comes against You. I want to trust You and what Your Word says! Lord, clean up my mind! I surrender it to You! I don't want to think things that are NOT of You! Take every thought, every idea, and make it Your own. Your Word says I do NOT have a spirit of fear, but a spirit of power, love, self-control and SOUND MIND. Again, Your Word says &lt;strong&gt;DO NOT BE ANXIOUS OR WORRY about anything (ANYTHING!!!!!!!), BUT IN EVERYTHING, TO PRAY ABOUT IT WITH THANKSGIVING, AND THEN THE PEACE THAT PASSES ALL UNDERSTANDING WILL KEEP AND GUARD YOUR HEARTS AND MINDS IN CHRIST JESUS. &lt;/strong&gt;Lord, renew my mind in You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, finally, &lt;strong&gt;we are to take up the sword of the Spirit, which is the Word of God&lt;/strong&gt;. Again, Jesus, You say You are the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Word&lt;/span&gt;. I pick up the Living Word and the Written Word, my sword, and I fight against anything that would come against me. I cut through any lie of the enemy. I cut through any misconception, any confusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Word is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LIFE &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TRUTH&lt;/span&gt;. Lord, Your Word is a light for my path (in the world's darkness, Your Truth will shine Your way). I want to hide Your Word in my heart so that I may not sin against You. Your Word shows me the way I should go. Grow in me Your Word, O Lord. Give me a spirit of wisdom and revelation while reading it so that I may know You better! Fill me with Your Word and Your Truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now we are ready for our day!  May grace and mercy and peace be yours in abundance today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35756324-116226954060837054?l=tracyberta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyberta.blogspot.com/feeds/116226954060837054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35756324&amp;postID=116226954060837054&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35756324/posts/default/116226954060837054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35756324/posts/default/116226954060837054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyberta.blogspot.com/2006/10/put-on-that-armor.html' title='Put on that armor!'/><author><name>Tracy Berta-daughter to the King, wife, mother, speaker, writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182790179432456441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04879730393788127324'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35756324.post-5938558144467584246</id><published>2009-10-07T22:32:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T22:44:14.545-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thankful Thursday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s love'/><title type='text'>Thankful Thursday....lost and found.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://unequalmarriage.typepad.com/my_weblog/2009/10/this-week-i-want-to-welcome-everyone-who-is-walking-this-journey-the-mind-of-christ-experiment-to-thankful-thursday--whe.html"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390066981531718610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAB1eRv0lH0/Ss1dXKXCk9I/AAAAAAAAB2o/g_EvmoK4cP4/s400/TTButton.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Welcome to Thankful Thursday, a day to praise God and thank Him for all He has done in our lives!  I have a GREAT story about a GREAT God that I want to share this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was walking/driving home from school with the kids.  Because we live SEVERAL blocks from the kids' school, I drive part of the way and then walk the remainder.  It's too far for Abigail, so I bring the stroller for her to ride in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, when we had reached the van and was packing up the stroller, three kids got my attention from across the street.  They held up a black item and yelled over, "Do you know who this camera belongs too?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I squinted to get a better look, I realized it was MINE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had been in the stroller from a school activity the day before and I had forgotten all about it.  It must have fallen out of the stroller when I had unpacked it and put Abigail in.  I had not even noticed that it fell out!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, excitedly, I screamed, "Yes!  It's mine!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh......I was THANKING God!  He had been looking out for ME!  I wouldn't even known where to begin looking for the camera if/when I realized it was missing.  The kids were so honest.  I know it was God who prompted them to ask me.  They didn't even know me!   Oh, how GOOD our God is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is an "EVER-PRESENT HELP"!  Please scroll down and read the next post that celebrates how God helps us in our times of trouble...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and please &lt;a href="http://unequalmarriage.typepad.com/my_weblog/2009/10/this-week-i-want-to-welcome-everyone-who-is-walking-this-journey-the-mind-of-christ-experiment-to-thankful-thursday--whe.html"&gt;visit my very good friend Lynn &lt;/a&gt;for more THANKFULNESS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r278/splitdecisionz/Thirsty%20for%20HIm/signature.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35756324-5938558144467584246?l=tracyberta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyberta.blogspot.com/feeds/5938558144467584246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35756324&amp;postID=5938558144467584246&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35756324/posts/default/5938558144467584246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35756324/posts/default/5938558144467584246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyberta.blogspot.com/2009/10/thankful-thursdaylost-and-found.html' title='Thankful Thursday....lost and found.'/><author><name>Tracy Berta-daughter to the King, wife, mother, speaker, writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182790179432456441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04879730393788127324'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAB1eRv0lH0/Ss1dXKXCk9I/AAAAAAAAB2o/g_EvmoK4cP4/s72-c/TTButton.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35756324.post-4905987180755074945</id><published>2009-10-07T21:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T22:06:44.413-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trials'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God is our refuge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suffering'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comfort'/><title type='text'>Is the earth shaking?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“God is our refuge and strength (mighty and impenetrable to temptation), an ever-present help in trouble. Therefore, we will not fear, though the earth give way and the mountains fall into the heart of the sea, though its waters roar and foam and the mountains quake with their surging.” – Psalm 46:1-3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Wow! This psalm says so much, and we could so easily skim right over it, reading it without giving it much thought. But, let's ponder it together....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390057195396418114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 293px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAB1eRv0lH0/Ss1UdiKkSkI/AAAAAAAAB2g/CUuJ5w4sNog/s400/IreneHomeless.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Have you ever felt like life was &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;crashing&lt;/span&gt; in around you? Have you felt like the earth was “giving way” under your feet? Have you ever felt like &lt;em&gt;mountains&lt;/em&gt; were going to fall down all around you? Have you heard waters &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;roar&lt;/span&gt; in your life? &lt;strong&gt;Has it seemed like life was falling apart?&lt;/strong&gt; Have you felt afraid, unsure, stressed, attacked, or that life seems too &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;difficult&lt;/span&gt;? This is exactly what the psalmist is talking about. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But, he has an answer for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Verse 1 says, “&lt;strong&gt;God is our refuge&lt;/strong&gt;.” Don’t miss the first point- God is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OUR&lt;/span&gt; refuge. This is personal. He is not someone else’s, but &lt;em&gt;MY &lt;/em&gt;refuge. I can claim this for myself! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;What is a refuge? It is “&lt;strong&gt;a place of shelter, protection from danger or difficulty, a place of safety, a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;safe retreat&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;” GOD is those things to us- He is our safe place- our protection from danger and difficulty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is also my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;strength&lt;/span&gt;. The Amplified Bible says “&lt;strong&gt;mighty and impenetrable to temptation&lt;/strong&gt;.” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;God is mighty- able to defeat &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;any&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; temptation or trouble that would come my way. Strength is “the state or quality of being &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;strong&lt;/span&gt;, the power to resist strain, stress, and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the power to resist attack.&lt;/span&gt;” This verse doesn’t say that&lt;em&gt; I&lt;/em&gt; am my strength- it says “&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;God is my strength&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.” I don’t have to draw upon my own strength and power, thankfully, because &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; strength always falls short! &lt;strong&gt;I am never strong enough, but God is&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the psalm says that God is “&lt;strong&gt;ever-present&lt;/strong&gt;.” He never leaves! He is ALWAYS here with us (even when we don’t “feel” like He is here, the Truth is that He is always, ever present). Psalm 121 says God is always watching over us. “&lt;strong&gt;He who watches over you will not slumber nor sleep&lt;/strong&gt; (you don’t have to “lose sleep” with worrying, God is NOT sleeping). &lt;strong&gt;He watches over your coming and going both now and forevermore&lt;/strong&gt;.” So, God is always with us, ever-present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, not only is God always present, but He is an “&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ever-present HELP in trouble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.” Sometimes we may have people in our lives that are always there in times of trouble, but they are not a help. God is a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HELP&lt;/span&gt;. He is full of wisdom, He knows how to help. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He sees the whole picture of your life, not just what you are going through at the time&lt;/span&gt;. He knows what we need even more than we ourselves do. And, “&lt;strong&gt;He works all things together for good for those who love Him and are called according to His purpose&lt;/strong&gt;.” Sometimes, God is the only One who can help and we can trust and know that He has a perfect plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next verse says “&lt;strong&gt;THEREFORE&lt;/strong&gt; (therefore, because He is our refuge and our strength and is an ever-present HELP in times of trouble), &lt;strong&gt;we will &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; fear&lt;/strong&gt;.” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;This is a bold statement. It doesn’t say we shouldn’t fear, or that we don’t have to fear, maybe we won’t fear, but is a confident faith statement&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; WE WILL NOT FEAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I will make the choice to NOT fear, but instead to trust God because He is ever present and never leaves me, because He is my refuge, my safe place, and He is my power, my strength to resist stress and attack. Even though my circumstances may be awful- the mountains are falling down around me and I am in an earthquake of life- I am going to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CHOOSE to trust in God&lt;/span&gt;. I am going to encourage myself in the Truth. I am going to resist fear and keep my eyes set on the One who can save me. I am going to believe this Word and live it, no matter how I may “feel.” I am going to repeat over and over to my heart that “God is my refuge and strength, an ever-present help in times of trouble.” I am going to declare this Truth and choose to believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This psalm ends with a verse you may be familiar with, &lt;strong&gt;“Be still and know that I am God&lt;/strong&gt;.” Let’s quiet our hearts and our minds and KNOW in our hearts and minds that He is God. He is Creator of the Universe. He is Creator of each one of us. He is the Alpha and Omega- the Beginning and End. He is our Father, our Savior, our Friend. He is our refuge and strength and ever-present help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Father, we praise You. We love You. We know that You are God. We stand in awe and amazement of Your love and Your power and Your glory. We thank You that You are our safe place, our strength. We thank You that You take our burdens- You are strong enough. You help us in times of trouble and we need not fear. Lord, I pray for anyone that is experiencing an “earthquake” of life, they feel the earth giving way beneath them. Come to them, Lord Jesus. Remind them that they are not alone. Whisper to them that You are here, waiting for them to lean back upon You, to depend on You. Make it reality to them of who You are. Praise You, God! In Jesus’ Name we pray. Amen&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35756324-4905987180755074945?l=tracyberta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyberta.blogspot.com/feeds/4905987180755074945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35756324&amp;postID=4905987180755074945&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35756324/posts/default/4905987180755074945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35756324/posts/default/4905987180755074945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyberta.blogspot.com/2007/03/is-earth-shaking.html' title='Is the earth shaking?!'/><author><name>Tracy Berta-daughter to the King, wife, mother, speaker, writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182790179432456441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04879730393788127324'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAB1eRv0lH0/Ss1UdiKkSkI/AAAAAAAAB2g/CUuJ5w4sNog/s72-c/IreneHomeless.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35756324.post-741621964076869753</id><published>2009-10-06T18:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T22:56:39.527-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Word-filled Wednesday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='patience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall devotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seasons'/><title type='text'>Word- Filled Wednesday....Seasons</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAB1eRv0lH0/Ssv7DwHawnI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/0njDe0s1bqg/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389677420953125490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAB1eRv0lH0/Ssv7DwHawnI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/0njDe0s1bqg/s400/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;“There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a time to be born and a time to die,&lt;br /&gt;a time to plant and time to uproot,&lt;br /&gt;a time to kill and a time to heal,&lt;br /&gt;a time to tear down and a time to build,&lt;br /&gt;a time to weep and a time to laugh,&lt;br /&gt;a time to mourn and a time to dance,&lt;br /&gt;a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,&lt;br /&gt;a time to embrace and a time to refrain,&lt;br /&gt;a time to search and a time to give up,&lt;br /&gt;a time to keep and a time to throw away,&lt;br /&gt;a time to tear and a time to mend,&lt;br /&gt;a time to be silent and a time to speak,&lt;br /&gt;a time to love and a time to hate,&lt;br /&gt;a time for war and a time for peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…He has made everything beautiful in its time.” –Ecclesiastes 3:1-8, 11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Have you noticed the trees starting to turn the beautiful colors of autumn? I love the fall; it is my favorite season! I began thinking about seasons…..how we have different seasons in our lives. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have different seasons in our lives as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance, several years ago I had an in-home daycare and took care of several little ones including my own. In 2000, God placed on my heart the desire to “do” daycare in my home. My kids were all very young. I know it was God who placed this desire in my heart because I never was excited to wipe yucky noses of OTHER people’s children! (And the many other ways a mother serves her children!) But, God gave me the ability to truly LOVE these children as my own. And, it turned out to be a precious time in my life. I am thankful for the years of serving, singing bible songs, teaching bible stories, and just LOVING on these precious ones. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He taught me many life lessons in this season. But, I tend to have a hard time with CHANGE. I don’t want to let go, and try to hold on to things the way they are with both hands, kicking and screaming all the way! Well, God, began to “take away” these daycare families one by one through different circumstances. After much prayer, I began to realize that daycare had been a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;season&lt;/span&gt; of my life, and that season had come to an end. As my children have gotten older, I realize I do not have the time to invest in daycare families. I need to physically give of my self to my OWN family. Now, am I am thankful for a new season in my life, and thanked God for His wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a mom, I remind myself that this time, too, is just a season. My children will only be this young once. They are growing up. Sometimes, I can get frustrated because I want to do more.....There are things I desire to do for "me." God has planted many dreams and desires in my heart, but, I remind myself to be patient and wait for His timing. I have to remember that season has not yet come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You see, planting comes in a different season than harvesting. A farmer does not harvest in the same season as he has planted. Some “crops” take longer than others. For instance, when we plant sweet peas in the garden, they come up much faster than the tomatoes. There is a season to plant, a season to harvest, a season to plow (ouch!). There are times when God is plowing up the weeds and tilling the soil of my heart. But, “He makes everything beautiful in its time.” Thank You, God for that promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Father, I praise You. Thank You for Your infinite wisdom. Thank You that You know when a season has come to an end. I may try to hold on, kicking and screaming, but I surrender to You. Thank You, God, that make everything beautiful in its time, in Your time. Help me to be patient, Lord, when I am in season that is difficult. Remind me that is a SEASON, and “this too shall pass.” Thank You for Your harvest season! I love You, Lord! Praise You, Jesus! In Jesus’ Name we pray. Amen. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please&lt;a href="http://pennyraine.com/blog/"&gt; join Penny &lt;/a&gt;for more WFW!&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/35756324-741621964076869753?l=tracyberta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyberta.blogspot.com/feeds/741621964076869753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35756324&amp;postID=741621964076869753&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35756324/posts/default/741621964076869753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35756324/posts/default/741621964076869753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyberta.blogspot.com/2007/10/seasons.html' title='Word- Filled Wednesday....Seasons'/><author><name>Tracy Berta-daughter to the King, wife, mother, speaker, writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182790179432456441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04879730393788127324'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAB1eRv0lH0/Ssv7DwHawnI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/0njDe0s1bqg/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35756324.post-2030202947442049913</id><published>2009-10-05T22:03:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T09:40:13.619-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian living'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In other words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Godly living'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='being a Light'/><title type='text'>In Other Words....Living Differently</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WAB1eRv0lH0/SsqzmYgWd6I/AAAAAAAAB2A/Fks9kH1T5ss/s1600-h/inotherwords.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389317376096761762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 139px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WAB1eRv0lH0/SsqzmYgWd6I/AAAAAAAAB2A/Fks9kH1T5ss/s400/inotherwords.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today  &lt;a href="http://www.heartchoices.com/"&gt;Debbie at Heart Choices&lt;/a&gt;   has asked us to ponder this message:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Christians make a difference in this world by being different from this world; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they don't make a difference by being the same."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;from &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Unfashionable&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;by Tullian Tchividjian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I LOVE this quote!&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jesus told us that we are "&lt;strong&gt;the light of the world&lt;/strong&gt;."  He said, "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;A city on a hill cannot be hidden.  Neither do people light a lamp and put it under a bowl.  Instead, they put it on its stand, and it gives light to everyone in the house.  In the same way, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;let your light shine before men&lt;/span&gt;, that they may see your good deeds and praise your Father in heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;."  Matthew 5:13-16&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When we were out in the desert in Arizona, we were staying at a remote resort outside of Phoenix.  At night we could go out on the balcony and look out into the darkness.  It is so DARK in the desert.  But, when we turned towards Phoenix, the city was a shining light in the darkness.  It was BRIGHT and could be seen for miles and miles and miles.  Jesus says WE are to be that light..... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The world is HUNGRY for something &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt;.  The world is lost and hungry and suffering and debilitated and ailing......it is &lt;strong&gt;darkness&lt;/strong&gt;.  Flip channels to any variety of reality shows and watch for a few minutes and you will see people who are empty...searching....needing...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The world looks to the Church to be DIFFERENT.  Yes, the world is quick to condemn us as Christians.  But, usually it is because we are hypocritical....saying one thing and doing another....  If they were honest, they would tell us that they WANT us to be DIFFERENT.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When you are in the dark, what is it that you stumble around for?  What is it that you are searching for?  What is it that you desire more than anything else?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LIGHT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Are we shining?  Are we shining the Light of Christ?  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Or...are focused on BEING LIKE THE WORLD?  Are we allowing the world to seep in...little by little...so that the lines are blurred and we can't be distinguished from the world? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;So I tell you this, and insist on it in the Lord, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;that you must no longer live as the Gentiles do&lt;/span&gt;, in the futility of their thinking.  They are darkened in their understanding and separated from the life of God because of the ignorance that is in them due to the hardening of their hearts.  Having lost all sensitivity, they have given themselves over to sensuality so as to indulge in every kind of impurity, with a continual lust for more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;You, however, did not come to know Christ that way.  Surely you heard of Him and were taught in Him in accordance with the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;truth that is in &lt;strong&gt;Jesus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  You were taught, with regard to your former way of life to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;put off your old self&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, which is being corrupted by its deceitful desires; to be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;made new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in the attitude of your minds; and to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;put on the new self&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, created to be like God in true righteousness and holiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Therefore, each of you must &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;put off&lt;/span&gt; falsehood and speak truthfully to his neighbor....In your anger do not sin.  He who has been stealing must steal no longer, but must work, doing something useful with his own hands, that he may have something to share with those in need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do not let any unwholesome talk come out of your mouths&lt;/span&gt;, but only what is helpful for &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;building others up according to their needs&lt;/span&gt;, that it may benefit those who listen.  And &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;do not grieve the Holy Spirit of God,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with whom you were sealed for the day of redemption.  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Get rid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of all bitterness, rage and anger, brawling and slander, along with every form of malice. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Be kind and compassionate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to one another, forgiving each other, just as in Christ God forgave you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Be imitators of God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, therefore, as dearly loved children and live a life of love, just as Christ loved us and gave himself up for us as a fragrant offering and sacrifice to God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;But among you there must not be even a hint of sexual immorality, or of any kind of impurity, or of greed, because these are improper for God's holy people.  Nor should there be obscenity, vulgar talk or coarse joking, which are of out of place, but rather thanksgiving.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For you were once darkness, but now you &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; are light in the Lord.  Live as children of light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. (Ephesians 4 and 5)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lord, may I be a Light shining for You.  When the world looks at me, may they see something different....holy, set apart, separate.  Lord, be big in me.  Lord, I choose to put ON YOU.  I love You, Lord.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you would like to join us today, please &lt;a href="http://www.heartchoices.com/"&gt;link here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r278/splitdecisionz/Thirsty%20for%20HIm/signature.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35756324-2030202947442049913?l=tracyberta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyberta.blogspot.com/feeds/2030202947442049913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35756324&amp;postID=2030202947442049913&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35756324/posts/default/2030202947442049913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35756324/posts/default/2030202947442049913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyberta.blogspot.com/2009/10/in-other-wordsliving-differently.html' title='In Other Words....Living Differently'/><author><name>Tracy Berta-daughter to the King, wife, mother, speaker, writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182790179432456441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04879730393788127324'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WAB1eRv0lH0/SsqzmYgWd6I/AAAAAAAAB2A/Fks9kH1T5ss/s72-c/inotherwords.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35756324.post-8415662834543157143</id><published>2009-10-05T08:54:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T09:44:44.522-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='At the Well'/><title type='text'>Gathering at the Well</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.titus2atthewell.com/2009/10/living-in-this-evil-world.html"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389113956197842994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 109px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WAB1eRv0lH0/Ssn6lyVFwDI/AAAAAAAAB1w/UIq-QXB2V0g/s400/Gathering.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good morning, Sisters! As we gather together this morning, drinking deeply from the Living Water of Jesus and His Word, &lt;a href="http://onesingleminute.blogspot.com/"&gt;Deb from One Single Minute&lt;/a&gt; has asked us to ponder a very thought-provoking topic: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Living in an Evil World&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asks: Do you find yourself taking part in godless living and sinful pleasures?&lt;br /&gt;If so....What steps are you going to take to gain strength in wisdom, righteousness and devotion to God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a heart issue! As I continue to ponder the question and going back to the scripture passage...my mind keeps going back to the "health" of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I pained when I sin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I continue to ask God, "Get my heart right, God!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I grieved when I fall?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I seek purity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I become "immune" to my sin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I even notice it anymore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I keep "moving the line" a little more...a little more.....a little more....?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joyce Meyer said something this morning that really resonated with me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compromise is when "you go a little below what you know what is right."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have we, especially as a generation, as the Church, gone a little below what we know is right? Have we let a little more and little more and little more creep in slowly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin is crouching at our door, waiting to devour us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It begins "small"....watching unwholesome TV or movies (Desperate Housewives, anyone?), listening to unwholesome music, reading "just the headlines" of the gossip magazines in the checkout line....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And before we know it, sin escalates into an affair, living with a boyfriend, pornography.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have compromised a little...allowed just a little below what we know is right....and then, a little more....a little more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what do I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REPENT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEEK JESUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;READ THE WORD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that the answer has to be seeking Jesus, falling on Him, declaring that I can't do anything without Him, turning AWAY from sin and TO faith, reading the Word so that I know the difference between lies and Truth, and continue to pray for God to purify my thoughts, my motives, my heart....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus died so that we could live a life FREE from sin and death! Jesus told the woman in John 8 to "go and sin no more." He can tell that to her because HE GIVES THE GRACE TO BE ABLE TO DO IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus wasn't saying, "You better not mess up again or you'll be on the rock pile tomorrow!" He was saying, "I have given you FREEDOM so that you no longer are a slave to sin!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very next words of Jesus after freeing this woman are: "&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;I am the Light of the World! Whoever follows me will never walk in darkness, but will have the light of life&lt;/span&gt;." (John 8:12)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the REALITY of life, it means I must make some choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to CHOOSE to turn off the TV (or talk radio, or the computer). For me, it is turning ON Christian teaching- either radio, TV, DVDs (check your church library- they are a great resource!), or Christian blogs. I also have the Bible on CD. When I am working around the house, doing chores, I CHOOSE to turn on things that will renew my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Do not conform any longer to the patterns of this world, but instead 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." Romans 12:2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Therefore, prepare your minds for action; be self-controlled; set your hope fully on the grace &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; be given you when Jesus Christ is revealed. As obedient children, do not conform to the evil desires you had when you were living in ignorance. But just as He who called you is holy, so be holy in all you do; for it is written: Be holy, because I am holy." 1Peter1:13-16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want God to reveal to me areas of my heart that are not following Him. I want Him to purify me. I don't want to try to do it in my strength (because that is when I fail!). I want Him to SHINE through me. I continue to PRAY this every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;em&gt;Father God, I love You! I thank You for all You have done! Thank You for Jesus! Thank You that You have given us FREEDOM through Christ! Help us, Lord, to walk in this freedom. Purify our hearts and minds, Lord. Father, show us areas of our lives where we are taking part in godless living and sinful desires. God, get my heart right! Lord, purify Your Church. In Jesus' name we pray. Amen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please stop by &lt;a href="http://www.titus2atthewell.com/2009/10/living-in-this-evil-world.html"&gt;At the Well&lt;/a&gt; to join the discussions! 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