<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840111549429246204</id><updated>2012-02-02T12:54:46.427-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trauma Treasures</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Patrick, Barb, Agape and Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602701291858345363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eceJUpfeSko/S2nPTKzDHUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hW_Mb46c4As/S220/mom+and+dad.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>507</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840111549429246204.post-5092092222410183950</id><published>2012-02-02T12:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T12:54:46.435-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Praying for Peace</title><content type='html'>2 Corinthians 12:9 "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica; font-size: 12px;"&gt;My grace is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect in weakness. Most gladly therefore will I rather glory in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;This was God's answer to Paul's prayer...but the last part of the verse is Paul's response to God's answer. Gladly glory in our infirmities. Being okay with the cards that God puts into our hands. Not just saying, "it's okay" but having an attitude of true gratefulness. By doing this Christ's power can rest on us. So it is God's power versus my attitude toward my infirmities, things that make me anger, things that cause me to suffer, and mostly people who do so.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;The words of an angry person can cut to the heart. What is my reaction to such anger? Is it to bite back, or is it to stay calm? God's grace is sufficient to keep me calm and quiet. Yes, I did hear angry words, but I know that no matter what I would have said, would only have caused more anger.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;My prayer is for peace that passeth all understanding. I pray for quiet in the midst of the storm. This only comes through God's grace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;Please pray for Nicole. Her husband, Dave, passed away this afternoon. She grieves, but knows Dave rests in the arms of the One who loved him more than anyone else. The days ahead will be difficult for her and the family. Keep them in your prayers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;May God bless you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/840111549429246204-5092092222410183950?l=patrickbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/5092092222410183950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=840111549429246204&amp;postID=5092092222410183950&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/5092092222410183950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/5092092222410183950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/2012/02/praying-for-peace.html' title='Praying for Peace'/><author><name>Patrick, Barb, Agape and Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602701291858345363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eceJUpfeSko/S2nPTKzDHUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hW_Mb46c4As/S220/mom+and+dad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840111549429246204.post-6587115903165203999</id><published>2012-02-01T15:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T15:09:45.352-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dave</title><content type='html'>My heart is heavy, and praying for the Bompart family. Dave was shot in Haiti a week ago, and his life still hangs in the balance at Jackson Memorial. If you care to follow the blog and join the prayers:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.caringbridge.org/visit/davidbompart/mystory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We know God is in the control tower, looking down on Dave. It brings back so many memories of 2 years ago when Patrick also was in Intensive Care at the same hospital, his life also hanging in the balance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray not only for Dave, but also his wife and the whole medical staff who are helping Dave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/840111549429246204-6587115903165203999?l=patrickbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/6587115903165203999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=840111549429246204&amp;postID=6587115903165203999&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/6587115903165203999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/6587115903165203999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/2012/02/dave.html' title='Dave'/><author><name>Patrick, Barb, Agape and Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602701291858345363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eceJUpfeSko/S2nPTKzDHUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hW_Mb46c4As/S220/mom+and+dad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840111549429246204.post-7741678066883365673</id><published>2012-01-30T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T09:02:23.808-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life Verse</title><content type='html'>The message by Don McClure, I heard yesterday continues to ring in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Acts 20:24 "But none of these things move me; nor do I count my life dear to myself, so that I may finish my course with joy, and the ministry which I received from the Lord Jesus, to testify to the gospel of the grace of God."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul encountered beatings, shipwrecks, prisons, hunger and yet he states, "none of these things move me." It is quite clear he is saying that they will not move him away from the Lord. How can he say that? The answer is in the next phrase, nor do I count my life dear to myself. Oh how far have we come in the thinking of the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You deserve the best. God never expects his children to live in poverty...on and on. All about me! Wait a minute "nor do I count my life dear to myself." This is my problem, I do not see me as God sees me. He knows there is more to life than this body. He wants me to experience Him in every way. And most of the time, the only way to have this experience is through suffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it that will move me? I think I have written on this before. But it merits a reminder...for me a daily reminder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I want to finish my course with joy! God has a course mapped for each one of us. But we want to map our own way. This is a detour in the ways of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don McClure said &amp;nbsp;that this has been his life verse for many years. I think I need to "steal" this for my life verse. Yes, I think this will do nicely for a life verse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanking God for His grace&lt;br /&gt;God bless you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/840111549429246204-7741678066883365673?l=patrickbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/7741678066883365673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=840111549429246204&amp;postID=7741678066883365673&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/7741678066883365673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/7741678066883365673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-life-verse.html' title='My Life Verse'/><author><name>Patrick, Barb, Agape and Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602701291858345363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eceJUpfeSko/S2nPTKzDHUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hW_Mb46c4As/S220/mom+and+dad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840111549429246204.post-3489401032109348576</id><published>2012-01-28T17:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T17:39:53.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little by Little</title><content type='html'>Exodus 23:20-31&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;is a very interesting account of the children of Israel, and the command the Lord gave them to go into the lands to destroy the nations around them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 23 "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;"&gt;For mine Angel shall go before thee, and bring thee in unto the Amorites, and the Hittites, and the Perizzites, and the Canaanites, the Hivites, and the Jebusites:..." caused me to stop and read again. The message was a personal one, that God"s angel takes me into the battle ground, but will also deliver me. But I am not to follow my enemies nor do as they do. Suddenly I realized that angels are very active part of man's lives. I don't just walk into the midst of a battle, but God has placed me there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;"&gt;For me that battle ground can be the desert, the mountain, in a crowd, in an earthquake, on the mission field, and in my home. God has led me there to teach me lessons I could never learn anywhere else. But God did not leave me there alone. He was pruning me to make me more like Him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;"&gt;Verse 28-29 "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;"&gt;I will not drive them out from before thee in one year; lest the land become desolate, and the beast of the field multiply against thee.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;"&gt;By little and little I will drive them out from before thee, until thou be increased, and inherit the land."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;"&gt;The pruning was painful, and was not completed in one moment. But little by little He took those sins, those things that stand in the way of &amp;nbsp;my growing in Him. Oh the graciousness of God! God loves me so much, His patience far exceeds what I can imagine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;"&gt;One day we will be with Him forever, and the pruning will be complete. One day....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;"&gt;God bless you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/840111549429246204-3489401032109348576?l=patrickbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/3489401032109348576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=840111549429246204&amp;postID=3489401032109348576&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/3489401032109348576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/3489401032109348576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/2012/01/little-by-little.html' title='Little by Little'/><author><name>Patrick, Barb, Agape and Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602701291858345363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eceJUpfeSko/S2nPTKzDHUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hW_Mb46c4As/S220/mom+and+dad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840111549429246204.post-6432545149230698686</id><published>2012-01-27T06:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T06:12:46.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirty Window</title><content type='html'>I Corinthians 13:12 "Now I see in a mirror (glass) dimly, but then face to face..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was washing the sliding glass doors yesterday, and remembered this verse. I was definitely looking through a glass dimly!! I knew it was dirty, but didn't know it was quite as bad as it was. That is the way it is with my life. Sin doesn't look as bad as God says it is. It is easy to make excuses for my sin. But the longer it goes, the more dimly God becomes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I let God wash away my "debris" and clean me up, then I can see Him more clearly. Oh the grace of God!&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 34 is loaded with promises of God and His goodness to me. Verses 18 and 22 are so wonderful...&lt;i&gt;"near those who have a broken heart, and saves those who are of a contrite spirit. The Lord redeems the soul of His servants, and none of those who trust in Him shall be condemned."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that promise...NO condemnation!! A dirty window, but God cleans me up and no condemnation, it can't get much better than that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/840111549429246204-6432545149230698686?l=patrickbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/6432545149230698686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=840111549429246204&amp;postID=6432545149230698686&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/6432545149230698686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/6432545149230698686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/2012/01/dirty-window.html' title='Dirty Window'/><author><name>Patrick, Barb, Agape and Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602701291858345363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eceJUpfeSko/S2nPTKzDHUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hW_Mb46c4As/S220/mom+and+dad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840111549429246204.post-7810484303555105443</id><published>2012-01-25T17:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T17:15:57.981-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Contentment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;"The happiest people don't necessarily have the best, they know how to enjoy what they have." ~(Pastor Charlie) Thorn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;This quote is a parallel to the well-known verse "Godliness with contentment is great gain." I Tim 6:6. Also in Hebrews 13:5 "...be content with such things as you have..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Are you happy with what you have? Or do you always find yourself wishing you had more? If you watch a lot of TV, you are bombarded with commercials that convince you that you need more. You deserve the best..on and on. The truth is the more we have the more we want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;When our children were quite young, and we would come to the US for some time away from Haiti, we would &amp;nbsp;give them a little spending money. Of course, with having no "shopping sprees" in Haiti, then coming to Walmart was quite the adventure. They saw so much they really "needed." &amp;nbsp;So one day they had been looking at so many things, but their money wasn't enough. They told me they needed to step outside for a minute. Of course, I questioned the reasoning behind this. "Well, we need to go pray and ask Jesus how to spend our money." What a lesson. Needless to say, they didn't follow this after they were older.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Prayer needs to go into our spending habits. I am sure we would all be amazed how God would lead us, if we would only ask Him before we buy things.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Enjoy what you have and be happy. Be content! Be thankful! Let's not look on the things of another and wonder why they can have something and you can't. Life isn't fair, and God knows what is good for you. And Me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;God bless you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/840111549429246204-7810484303555105443?l=patrickbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/7810484303555105443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=840111549429246204&amp;postID=7810484303555105443&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/7810484303555105443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/7810484303555105443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/2012/01/contentment.html' title='Contentment'/><author><name>Patrick, Barb, Agape and Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602701291858345363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eceJUpfeSko/S2nPTKzDHUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hW_Mb46c4As/S220/mom+and+dad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840111549429246204.post-6079850911144962945</id><published>2012-01-24T13:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T13:23:09.282-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feed on His Faithfulness</title><content type='html'>Psalm 37:3-4 "Trust in the Lord, and do good; Dwell in the land, and feed on His faithfulness. Delight yourself also in the Lord, and He shall give you the desires of your heart."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love it when I'm reading the scriptures, and God "shoots" me with a new challenge. I have known these verses for a long time. Not so many words, yet within it there are nuggets of gold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Feed on His faithfulness" is one of the nuggets. I was in the midst of a financial challenge and just wasn't sure how everything would pan out. Then when I read these verses, there it was....feed on His faithfulness....I was feeding on my inadequate finances. So easy, so easy to look on the situation and forget that God already has the answer. He is so wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then if I trust Him, dwell in His land, feed on His faithfulness, delight in Him, my desires will then be His and He will give me the desires of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don't know how the financial situation will be solved, but I know the faithfulness of God!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/840111549429246204-6079850911144962945?l=patrickbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/6079850911144962945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=840111549429246204&amp;postID=6079850911144962945&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/6079850911144962945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/6079850911144962945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/2012/01/feed-on-his-faithfulness.html' title='Feed on His Faithfulness'/><author><name>Patrick, Barb, Agape and Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602701291858345363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eceJUpfeSko/S2nPTKzDHUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hW_Mb46c4As/S220/mom+and+dad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840111549429246204.post-6845702552283226701</id><published>2012-01-22T18:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T18:19:32.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today was Special</title><content type='html'>Hebrews 13:1-6 &lt;br /&gt;There are 3 points that impressed my heart in this morning's teaching:&lt;br /&gt;Remember those in prison as if you were there with them&lt;br /&gt;Be hospitable, never knowing when you are entertaining angels unaware&lt;br /&gt;Do not covet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this morning's service was special in another way. My mother, 90 years old, was able to attend church with me! What a blessing! It was so fun having her worship with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The children and I have been visiting Sarasota, so therefore, I haven't written for several days. I pray each of &amp;nbsp;you have had a good weekend, and have allowed God to speak to your heart. Since the Pastors conference last week, then coming to Sarasota, I have been trying to "organize" my heart and meditate on all that God has shown me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now, I want to remember those who are persecuted for the sake of Jesus. I do not want to want those things that are not for me, nor those things which would take me further from Jesus. My heart's desire is to have only those things which draw me closer to the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/840111549429246204-6845702552283226701?l=patrickbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/6845702552283226701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=840111549429246204&amp;postID=6845702552283226701&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/6845702552283226701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/6845702552283226701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/2012/01/today-was-special.html' title='Today was Special'/><author><name>Patrick, Barb, Agape and Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602701291858345363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eceJUpfeSko/S2nPTKzDHUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hW_Mb46c4As/S220/mom+and+dad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840111549429246204.post-5683053754167385669</id><published>2012-01-19T04:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T04:29:00.679-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pearls of the Word</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: Arial;" type="cite"&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-line-break: after-white-space; -webkit-nbsp-mode: space; word-wrap: break-word;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.1pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0.1pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Cambria;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Again, the kingdom of heaven is like a merchant seeking beautiful pearls, who, when he had found one pearl of great price, went and sold all that he had and bought it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;(Matthew 13:45-46 NKJV)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;We just returned from the pastors conference, which was a great time of hearing the Word and fellowship, and closing it with communion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The theme of the conference was Treasures in the Word. I was so challenged to be more diligent to dig into the scriptures to find the pearls that God has for me. God expects me to search the scriptures so He can speak to me. It is &amp;nbsp;lazy to live on others' studies in the scriptures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is I wouldn't want others to go search for treasures, then I would just get those things they wouldn't want. It is better for me to search and find the treasure! And the beauty is, that God has treasures in the Word for us all!! Oh what an Awesome God we serve!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patrick and Tom left this morning for Haiti. This is the long one, 6 weeks on field. But I will be blessed to have my mother visit for some of that time. Patrick has many things he will be doing. Pray for wisdom for some decisions he will need to make. Also pray that the vehicle will be repaired in the next day or so! This would be the extra vehicle needed for teams, construction, and transporting Haitian mission groups to some mountain areas for evangelization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/840111549429246204-5683053754167385669?l=patrickbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/5683053754167385669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=840111549429246204&amp;postID=5683053754167385669&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/5683053754167385669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/5683053754167385669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/2012/01/pearls-of-word.html' title='Pearls of the Word'/><author><name>Patrick, Barb, Agape and Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602701291858345363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eceJUpfeSko/S2nPTKzDHUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hW_Mb46c4As/S220/mom+and+dad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840111549429246204.post-5954795899121451525</id><published>2012-01-15T06:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T06:28:42.334-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lesson in Folding Clothes</title><content type='html'>1 Peter 2:21 "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;"&gt;To this you were called, because Christ suffered for you, leaving you an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="criteria"&gt;example&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;"&gt;, that you should follow in his steps."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;"&gt;Yesterday I was folding clothes, and of course, Promise being 5 years old wanted to help. "Grandma, I fold do my clothes." Knowing they wouldn't be folded perfectly, I could have told her to go play and I'll do it. But I wanted her to be a part of household chores. She worked diligently. She never knew her little pulse of folded clothes were more like blobs. She would try to mimic my folding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;"&gt;Then I was reminded that this is exactly how we are with our life. God has shown us how to live. He gave us Jesus as our example. We think we know how to do it, but we make such a mess of things. We really mess up kingdom work. But God let's us work away trying to mimic Him, all the while seeing what a mess it really is. But He doesn't pull us out of the work. His Grace allows us to keep going. God is so patient with us and all our little piles of "folded" blobs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;"&gt;I need to be more diligent in the Word, and then obediently follow His examples.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;"&gt;God bless you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/840111549429246204-5954795899121451525?l=patrickbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/5954795899121451525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=840111549429246204&amp;postID=5954795899121451525&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/5954795899121451525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/5954795899121451525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/2012/01/lesson-in-folding-clothes.html' title='The Lesson in Folding Clothes'/><author><name>Patrick, Barb, Agape and Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602701291858345363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eceJUpfeSko/S2nPTKzDHUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hW_Mb46c4As/S220/mom+and+dad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840111549429246204.post-2587335577245009042</id><published>2012-01-13T16:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T16:03:02.938-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Shield</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="table_bible" id="table_bible" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica; font-size: 14px; padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr id="Psa_3_2_481002"&gt;&lt;td class="td_bible_text" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 8px; padding-right: 13px; padding-top: 8px;" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Psalm 3:3-5 "Many there be which say of my soul, there is no help for him in God. Selah. But You, O Lord, are a shield for me; my glory, and the lifter up of my head. I cried unto the Lord with my voice, and He heard me out of his holy hill. Selah. I laid me down and slept; I awoke; for the Lord sustained me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not slept well the past few nights. So many thoughts bouncing around my mind. It was a racetrack with never-ending situations playing out problems and solutions. Oh, quiet my mind. And God did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Than I read these verses. How often have I heard people say of others, "there is no hope for him. He'll never change." If there is hope for me, there is certainly hope for others. Yes, we may make wrong choices, but God does pick us up if we repent and cry out to Him. He lifts us up. He is my shield. The protector of my shoul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the arrows of the enemy fly toward me telling me that I'm useless and worthless, then He is my Protector. His grace covers me. His righteousness is about me. The arrows of pride come, telling me how important I am, how I deserve the best, then again I know I am nothing of myself but only in Him. His shield protects me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And only then, can I lay down and sleep because the Lord sustains me. But for the Grace of God! How amazing, what peace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patrick has landed, and Agape is on his way to pick him up. Blessing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/840111549429246204-2587335577245009042?l=patrickbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/2587335577245009042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=840111549429246204&amp;postID=2587335577245009042&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/2587335577245009042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/2587335577245009042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-shield.html' title='My Shield'/><author><name>Patrick, Barb, Agape and Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602701291858345363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eceJUpfeSko/S2nPTKzDHUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hW_Mb46c4As/S220/mom+and+dad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840111549429246204.post-1233894676300186461</id><published>2012-01-12T17:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T17:41:46.497-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories</title><content type='html'>At 4:58 pm, two years ago today all of Haiti was shaken to the core. It was a tearful day, yet thankful for God's faithfulness and His Goodness in it all. Schools closed in Haiti today. Just too many memories and fear of yet another quake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quake friends on FaceBook connected today. We all were sad, but grateful for God's Grace. We remember those who lost family, friends, homes and their peace. We are thankful for those who found the Lord through the quake. We are thankful for those who are still standing strong in spite of the suffering and hardships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i can say, God is Good. He is Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/840111549429246204-1233894676300186461?l=patrickbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/1233894676300186461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=840111549429246204&amp;postID=1233894676300186461&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/1233894676300186461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/1233894676300186461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/2012/01/memories.html' title='Memories'/><author><name>Patrick, Barb, Agape and Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602701291858345363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eceJUpfeSko/S2nPTKzDHUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hW_Mb46c4As/S220/mom+and+dad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840111549429246204.post-4188466649900468635</id><published>2012-01-11T07:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T07:54:06.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I Be Willing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;"If ye be willing and obedient, ye shall eat the good of the land"&lt;br /&gt;(Isaiah 1:19)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;Oh I want the good of the land, but obedience? So there is a condition for the good part. Isn't that what we all want, the good without the sacrifice of obedience.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;Roy Coy reminds that "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Cambria;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;worship is built upon three truths: it is sacrifice, it is subsistence, and it is selfless."&lt;/b&gt; But what does worship have to do with sacrifice? Everything! Without sacrifice there is no worship. Worshipping God means sacrificing our own wills. Obedience is a sacrifice, again, giving up my will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Cambria;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Cambria;"&gt;But I want to do it my way, giving up my will is not easy. But I only see the verse, I must be willing and obedient if I want the blessings of the good land.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Cambria;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Cambria;"&gt;What is the good of the land? Peace, ah now that is one we need. Look at the condition of not only our country, but also the world...not much peace. God promises peace to those "whose mind is stayed on Him." Another blessing is joy and contentment. Our contentment doesn't come from things, it is an attitude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Cambria;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Cambria;"&gt;Love. It is so difficult to love those who don't see things our way. Now that is a selfish thought. For a blessing in love, I need to give up my selfishness. The list could go on, but...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Cambria;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Cambria;"&gt;I need to work on these. To be honest, there are issues going on in my family right now that I want to control and fix, but it is not for me to do so. I must wait on the Lord. I want the good of the land. Lord, give me peace in spite of the "muddle" of my thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Cambria;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Cambria;"&gt;God bless you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/840111549429246204-4188466649900468635?l=patrickbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/4188466649900468635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=840111549429246204&amp;postID=4188466649900468635&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/4188466649900468635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/4188466649900468635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/2012/01/if-ye-be-willing-and-obedient-ye-shall.html' title='If I Be Willing'/><author><name>Patrick, Barb, Agape and Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602701291858345363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eceJUpfeSko/S2nPTKzDHUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hW_Mb46c4As/S220/mom+and+dad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840111549429246204.post-4890814605086544964</id><published>2012-01-10T07:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T07:22:53.259-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Planted By the River</title><content type='html'>Psalm 1:3 "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;"&gt;And he shall be like a tree planted by the rivers of water, that bringeth forth his fruit in his season; his leaf also shall not wither; and whatsoever he doeth shall prosper."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;"&gt;The olive tree, which is mentioned many times in the Bible, grows slowly by a well watered, and fertile soil. Even when it is old and the trunk is gnarled, it still produces fruit. They remain strong in drought climates. One reason for this is their&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;sturdy and extensive&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Root" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; text-decoration: none;" title="Root"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;root&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;system. Olive trees can live for several centuries, and can remain productive for as long if they are pruned correctly and regularly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;Is this the tree mentioned in Psalm 1? Very likely. I'm to be like this tree. Oh, I feel gnarled, but that shouldn't stop my growth in the Lord. The important thing is that I am grounded in the Word (fertile), and allow pruning (the Lord's corrections), and keep my eyes on the Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;Another aspect of the olive tree is its reproduction even when it is old and gnarled. This I wonder? Are we reproducing new children of the Lord as we retire? I see many retirees on the golf club, playing cards every night, parties, etc. There is no retirement with the Lord. In all these things, we need to share Jesus.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;Working mothers, beware!! Your children are the tender shoots for a tree planted by the waters. It is up to us mothers to feed them, water them and teach them God's Word. It is not the job of the church nor the Christian school. Yes, they can come alongside of you to do this, but it is the parents' job first and foremost. I know, I know, "we have to work to pay our bills."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;My heart breaks that now our nation is on the brink of a godless generation, and it is the result of a generation of "lock and key" kids who have grown up with no parental guidance.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;Let's return to the rivers of water. Let's return to the Word of God and obediently walk in His steps. Allow our roots to go deep and strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;God bless you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/840111549429246204-4890814605086544964?l=patrickbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/4890814605086544964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=840111549429246204&amp;postID=4890814605086544964&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/4890814605086544964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/4890814605086544964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/2012/01/planted-by-river.html' title='Planted By the River'/><author><name>Patrick, Barb, Agape and Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602701291858345363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eceJUpfeSko/S2nPTKzDHUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hW_Mb46c4As/S220/mom+and+dad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840111549429246204.post-6629877580599023561</id><published>2012-01-09T06:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T06:38:08.405-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still No Response</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;"Peace I leave with you, my peace I give unto you: not as the world&lt;br /&gt;giveth, give I unto you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it&lt;br /&gt;be afraid." (John 14:27)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;Patrick is in Haiti. I have been trying to call him since Friday. Oh I know he had a church conference all weekend, but no one is answering or responding my calls. This is the "joys?" of Haiti. Poor phone connections. Often he needs to stand by the cornfield to call. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;This call is not for my own pleasure but to get a message to him. What to do Lord? Then last night the Lord reminded me that He can urge Patrick to call home. This morning this verse was in my email. Wow! Quite the reminder Lord. God is in control.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;For sure, I'm so thankful I do not need to stand in line for God to answer my cries. He hears my plea and yours all the same time. He can answer us at the same time. So thankful God doesn't use a phone system. Yes, even as wonderful as the cell phone is, God's system is still greater. Man just thinks they have the greatest technology! Not so!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;Whatever frustration you are experiencing today, take the verse and hold it in your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;Still no call from Patrick, though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;God bless you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/840111549429246204-6629877580599023561?l=patrickbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/6629877580599023561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=840111549429246204&amp;postID=6629877580599023561&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/6629877580599023561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/6629877580599023561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/2012/01/still-no-response.html' title='Still No Response'/><author><name>Patrick, Barb, Agape and Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602701291858345363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eceJUpfeSko/S2nPTKzDHUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hW_Mb46c4As/S220/mom+and+dad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840111549429246204.post-366698632298627995</id><published>2012-01-07T11:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T11:19:17.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blameless Before Him</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;"Who shall also confirm you unto the end, that ye may be blameless in&lt;br /&gt;the day of our Lord Jesus Christ." 1 Corinthians 1:8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;As I was cleaning the bathroom this morning, (isn't it amazing how quickly corners get dirty?)and I was thinking how much energy it takes to keep things clean (no, my house is not spotless).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;Do I work as hard at keeping the corners of my heart clean? You know those things that we stuff out of sight so that no one will know. But God sees every corner of our heart, even those rooms in our hearts that we try to lock God out. God wants me cleaner than I want bathroom corners clean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;His grace is ever abounding in my life. God confirms me, even though I'm not perfect? Grace! Will I be able to stand blameless before Him? No, not on my own, but with the righteousness of Jesus covering me. Grace!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;Just as I constantly go back to clean bathroom corners, so I must constantly go back to the Word and let it wash me clean. My desire is to be blameless in Him. Lord, help me and change me, wash me clean!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;God bless you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/840111549429246204-366698632298627995?l=patrickbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/366698632298627995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=840111549429246204&amp;postID=366698632298627995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/366698632298627995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/366698632298627995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/2012/01/blameless-before-him.html' title='Blameless Before Him'/><author><name>Patrick, Barb, Agape and Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602701291858345363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eceJUpfeSko/S2nPTKzDHUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hW_Mb46c4As/S220/mom+and+dad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840111549429246204.post-5344065468530284711</id><published>2012-01-05T17:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T17:38:59.258-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bask in God's Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;"Behold, what manner of love the Father hath bestowed upon us, that we&lt;br /&gt;should be called the sons of God: therefore the world knoweth us not,&lt;br /&gt;because it knew him not." (1 John 3:1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;To be loved by the Creator of the universe!! What an awesome truth. Agape and I were just talking of the vast expanse of the universe, the stars, planets. I cannot even fathom this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;My world is so small. Within walls, I'm confined to work, play, love, and relate my life to the Master and Maker of the Universe! And the irony of it all is, without Him, I am nothing more than a "filthy rag." That is the expression the Bible uses to describe me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;Oh it feels so good tonight to know that He loves me so much. I am physically so tired, as the kids say, for the tip of my head to the tip of my toes, I am tired. But I don't regret my tiredness, for you see some very dear friends spent the night with us enroute to Haiti. So we did more talking than sleeping. Oh it was fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;I do pray you are basking in the love of God tonight! Nothing can separate us from that love! Rest in that thought tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;God bless you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/840111549429246204-5344065468530284711?l=patrickbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/5344065468530284711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=840111549429246204&amp;postID=5344065468530284711&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/5344065468530284711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/5344065468530284711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/2012/01/bask-in-gods-love.html' title='Bask in God&apos;s Love'/><author><name>Patrick, Barb, Agape and Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602701291858345363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eceJUpfeSko/S2nPTKzDHUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hW_Mb46c4As/S220/mom+and+dad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840111549429246204.post-1397332398800043918</id><published>2012-01-03T06:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T06:45:02.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Living By the River</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: Arial;" type="cite"&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-line-break: after-white-space; -webkit-nbsp-mode: space; word-wrap: break-word;"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Cambria;"&gt;"Today, the Rivers of pardon and the rivers of grace, the rivers of the promise and the rivers of communion with Christ, are never failing sources of supply."&lt;i&gt; Roy Coy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: Arial;" type="cite"&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-line-break: after-white-space; -webkit-nbsp-mode: space; word-wrap: break-word;"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Cambria;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Cambria;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;He shall be like a tree planted by the rivers of water, that brings forth its fruit in its season, whose leaf also shall not wither; and whatever he does shall prosper.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;(Psalms 1:3 NKJV)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;As I was reading this morning, I asked myself how often I stray from the banks of the eternal river where I will prosper. If I meditate in the Word, day and night, then I will be like a tree with abundance of fruit. A tree like this always has a supply of moisture. My water is the Holy Spirit, and this will always bring freshness and good fruit. My decisions should be made by His word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My desk is a perfect example of clutter right now. How did it get this way? I set goals to get it the work done, but get distracted, then phone calls, then...whatever. A cluttered life is an example of not staying by the river of water, where &amp;nbsp;there is an flowing supply of God's grace. &amp;nbsp;Today I must make the decision to rid the clutter, both on the desk and my life. Even in the midst of cleaning the clutter, I can meditate on God's Word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to live on the "banks" of the river for every decision, thought, and move that I make. I cannot expect to find joy and peace away from the Bank (the Word). Funny, I just now thought of this, the world thinks that joy and good comes from a good "bank" account, but we as God's children have an ever-flowing supply of goodness from God's bank and no one can take that wealth from us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My desire: To have His Grace flowing from my life, so that others desire to come to Him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/840111549429246204-1397332398800043918?l=patrickbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/1397332398800043918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=840111549429246204&amp;postID=1397332398800043918&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/1397332398800043918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/1397332398800043918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/2012/01/living-by-river.html' title='Living By the River'/><author><name>Patrick, Barb, Agape and Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602701291858345363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eceJUpfeSko/S2nPTKzDHUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hW_Mb46c4As/S220/mom+and+dad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840111549429246204.post-9034500272161504961</id><published>2012-01-01T14:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T14:02:29.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Desire</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Philippians 3:7-10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt; "But what things were gain to me, those I counted loss for Christ.&amp;nbsp;Yea doubtless, and I count all things but loss for the excellency of the knowledge of Christ Jesus my Lord: for whom I have suffered the loss of all things, and do count them but dung, that I may win Christ,&amp;nbsp;And be found in him, not having mine own righteousness, which is of the law, but that which is through the faith of Christ, the righteousness which is of God by faith:&amp;nbsp;That I may know him, and the power of his resurrection, and the fellowship of his sufferings, being made conformable unto his death;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;The teaching at church was challenging and convicting. Challenging us into changes for 2012, but it will only happen if we change our way of thinking, believing, and acting. I don't like New Year resolutions. Most are without conviction, and hardly last into the first week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;But I am challenged to the question, "What do I really want in this year?" It is hard to evaluate that one, for you see, today feels just like yesterday. Today feels no different just because the number on the calendar page has changed. Do I want change? And why do we feel we need to wait until a new year begins to start on the road to change?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I desire to keep my focus on Jesus, and not be so focused on what this world has to offer. The world hates and holds grudges. I desire to love, forgive, love, forgive, and love again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;God bless you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/840111549429246204-9034500272161504961?l=patrickbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/9034500272161504961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=840111549429246204&amp;postID=9034500272161504961&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/9034500272161504961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/9034500272161504961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/2012/01/philippians-37-10-but-what-things-were.html' title='My Desire'/><author><name>Patrick, Barb, Agape and Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602701291858345363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eceJUpfeSko/S2nPTKzDHUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hW_Mb46c4As/S220/mom+and+dad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840111549429246204.post-2851707103601634686</id><published>2011-12-31T05:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T05:34:27.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do Not Remember</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: Arial;" type="cite"&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-line-break: after-white-space; -webkit-nbsp-mode: space; word-wrap: break-word;"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; position: static; z-index: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Cambria;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Do not remember the former things, nor consider the things of old.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Behold, I will do a new thing, now it shall spring forth; shall you not know it?&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;I will even make a road in the wilderness and rivers in the desert&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. (Isaiah 43:18-19 NKJV)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;What did the old year hold for you? Blessings? Regret? Sadness? New friends? Divorce? Death?&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it was, God has new beginnings for each of us. I am not one to set new year resolutions. I find if I do I set myself up for failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I do desire for this New Year is to walk closer to God. I want to lay my hurts and disappointments aside, and replace them with thankfulness and joyfulness. I want to dwell on God's goodness and not on my "I wants."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am excited to see what God will do in 2012. Not only personally but also in the church, in the nations, and in you. Things may look like total devastation, yet God can bring beauty out of it. Even though, politically our world is falling apart, we need not despair. "Look up for your redemption draweth nigh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a very good last day of 2011, and I will see you next year!&lt;br /&gt;God bless you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/840111549429246204-2851707103601634686?l=patrickbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/2851707103601634686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=840111549429246204&amp;postID=2851707103601634686&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/2851707103601634686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/2851707103601634686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/2011/12/do-not-remember.html' title='Do Not Remember'/><author><name>Patrick, Barb, Agape and Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602701291858345363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eceJUpfeSko/S2nPTKzDHUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hW_Mb46c4As/S220/mom+and+dad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840111549429246204.post-5496234338367170163</id><published>2011-12-30T06:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T06:22:56.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>He Is</title><content type='html'>This morning I opened my Bible to Psalm 18, and was so blessed to be reminded what God was to David, but also is mine.&lt;br /&gt;Verses 1-3 &lt;i&gt;"I will love you, O Lord, my strength. The Lord is my rock and my fortress and my deliverer; My God, my strength, in whom I will trust; My shield and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold. I will call upon the Lord, who is worthy to be praised. So shall I be saved from my enemies."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there any situation in my life that God does not cover/provide: My rock, fortress, deliverer, God, strength, shield, Salvation, stronghold. These are great blessings to take into the new year, and cling to them as never before. God does promise to be my All. And these verses certainly would include "all." We have so much, yet we complain so much. Why is it easier to look into the battlefield, rather than to the Deliverer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My greatest battle comes from within...my mind. My emotions, attitudes, expectations are a constant battle. But God is my Deliverer! "Lord, take my fortress away, and give me Your Fortress. Help me not to hide behind the fortress of fear, selfishness..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/840111549429246204-5496234338367170163?l=patrickbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/5496234338367170163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=840111549429246204&amp;postID=5496234338367170163&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/5496234338367170163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/5496234338367170163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/2011/12/he-is.html' title='He Is'/><author><name>Patrick, Barb, Agape and Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602701291858345363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eceJUpfeSko/S2nPTKzDHUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hW_Mb46c4As/S220/mom+and+dad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840111549429246204.post-242406334146222937</id><published>2011-12-29T17:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T17:59:55.862-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I'm to Succeed</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;The following devotional thoughts were sent to me by Roy Coy. It really put in perspective how I want not only to finish this year, but my life. I just couldn't say it better, than it is said. I trust you will find this a blessing as I did.&lt;br /&gt;God bless you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote type="cite"&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-line-break: after-white-space; -webkit-nbsp-mode: space; word-wrap: break-word;"&gt;&lt;h5 style="font-family: Arial; margin-bottom: 0.1pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0.1pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Cambria; font-size: small;"&gt;Today, it is a snare to imagine that God wants to make us perfect specimens of what He can do; God's purpose is to make us one with Himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Cambria;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Cambria;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I press toward the goal for the prize of the upward call of God in Christ Jesus.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;(Philippians 3:14 NKJV)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote type="cite"&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-line-break: after-white-space; -webkit-nbsp-mode: space; word-wrap: break-word;"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Cambria;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Cambria;"&gt;If we are to succeed in the Christian life and honor God by the lives we live, then we are going to have to run the race His way. We will have to run with our eyes upon Him. We will have to learn to turn a blind eye to the allurements of the world and a deaf ear to the siren song of compromise.&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: green;"&gt;If we will attain the prize of Christ likeness, then we will have to pay the price of dedication and struggle. It will be a hard fought victory, but in the end, when we see His face, it will be worth it all!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;(A. Carr)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Cambria;"&gt;The way to walk a tightrope is to keep one's sight on the goal, looking neither down to the ground nor over our shoulder at what is behind. The way to walk with Jesus is to keep our eye on the goal, his victory waiting for us when he returns, not on the ground (our failures) and not what is behind (our accomplishments).&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;The goal of the Christian walk is to keep walking toward Jesus until we walk with him in heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;(P. Ware)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/840111549429246204-242406334146222937?l=patrickbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/242406334146222937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=840111549429246204&amp;postID=242406334146222937&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/242406334146222937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/242406334146222937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/2011/12/if-im-to-succeed.html' title='If I&apos;m to Succeed'/><author><name>Patrick, Barb, Agape and Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602701291858345363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eceJUpfeSko/S2nPTKzDHUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hW_Mb46c4As/S220/mom+and+dad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840111549429246204.post-8662111851239182475</id><published>2011-12-28T17:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T17:18:29.149-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost 2012</title><content type='html'>The day started out on a run and didn't stop until a few minutes ago. Have you ever had this? I mean, really, I thought I'd have quiet time, cup of coffee, then last minute things to help Patrick be ready to leave around 11:00. He left for Haiti today. None of the "planned" moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last minute things for Patrick, then work started in the office. After working a while, Promise stood by the desk and said, "My grandma, you sure do have a lot of stuff on your desk!" That was an understatement! So it was that I passed the whole day at the desk, working, trying to put closure on 2011. Thankfully I have a couple more days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was rewarded a few minutes ago with a Skype call from Patrick. He arrived in Haiti safely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am excited to start a study on the Psalms on worship starting on NY's Day. I feel like I'm sharing small grains of my life today. That is truly what it was, small grains. Then I remember that if I have "faith as a mustard seed, I can move mountains." This is my prayer for tomorrow. I will move mountains of work in the office, so that I will have a fresh start in 2012.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not want to be so busy in the office the next few days, &amp;nbsp;and not take time to thank God for all the good He has provided in this year. In spite of hardships, God is still faithful and good to me. Maybe I should read through my blog for 2011, and be reminded of all that God has done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/840111549429246204-8662111851239182475?l=patrickbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/8662111851239182475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=840111549429246204&amp;postID=8662111851239182475&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/8662111851239182475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/8662111851239182475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/2011/12/almost-2012.html' title='Almost 2012'/><author><name>Patrick, Barb, Agape and Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602701291858345363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eceJUpfeSko/S2nPTKzDHUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hW_Mb46c4As/S220/mom+and+dad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840111549429246204.post-7177845412614429380</id><published>2011-12-27T07:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T07:03:25.174-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post-Christmas</title><content type='html'>Now we are beyond Christmas, and approaching New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before Christmas, I was hearing different approaches to the celebration—too much fuss, not enjoying family, families fight at dinners, loving Christmas, loving gifts, oh no I forgot to get her a gift and I just found out she got me one. The list could go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I heard the remark, "Oh no, I forgot to get her a gift, and found out she got me a gift" it got me thinking. For you see that is not gift giving, it is exchanging a gift. Isn't gift giving doing that which cannot be returned? If we are remembering Jesus at Christmas, then a gift is that which isn't a return. He did for us what we cannot do for others or Him. The only thing we can do is give Him our life, but it doesn't compare with what He has done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lines are long to exchange gifts that weren't the right color, size, or just not wanted. I trust we are not exchanging the ultimate gift, Jesus, for something of less value!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do hope you all had a Blessed Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/840111549429246204-7177845412614429380?l=patrickbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/7177845412614429380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=840111549429246204&amp;postID=7177845412614429380&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/7177845412614429380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/7177845412614429380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/2011/12/post-christmas.html' title='Post-Christmas'/><author><name>Patrick, Barb, Agape and Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602701291858345363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eceJUpfeSko/S2nPTKzDHUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hW_Mb46c4As/S220/mom+and+dad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840111549429246204.post-2949625386250766281</id><published>2011-12-20T16:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T16:34:09.462-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're Beautiful</title><content type='html'>All day long the worship song, You're Beautiful, has been ringing in my heart. How often I have missed to see the beauty in the sunrise, the setting sun in the evening, and the host of stars in heaven at night. How all nature worships the Father. I do remember the heavens in Haiti, in the village, where there are no other lights to interfere with the brightness of the stars. Standing on the roof, looking into the sky, always seemed like I should be able to touch the stars. It was truly beautiful! An Amazing God we serve!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure as Mary looked into the face of her baby, she was saying "You're beautiful." Now many generations since, we still look into the face of our Lord saying, "You're beautiful." How can we see His face? In the Word. The Bible gives us much to see in the face of our Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this time of the year, we see many lights every where we go. But none of these lights shine as bright as the glory of Jesus. Let's not miss the glory of Jesus in the midst of the holiday celebrations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who do not know the song, you can listen to it on You tube &amp;nbsp;http://www.youtube.com/watch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/840111549429246204-2949625386250766281?l=patrickbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/2949625386250766281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=840111549429246204&amp;postID=2949625386250766281&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/2949625386250766281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/2949625386250766281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/2011/12/youre-beautiful.html' title='You&apos;re Beautiful'/><author><name>Patrick, Barb, Agape and Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602701291858345363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eceJUpfeSko/S2nPTKzDHUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hW_Mb46c4As/S220/mom+and+dad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840111549429246204.post-4781600433770489202</id><published>2011-12-19T06:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T06:29:16.857-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Embraced by the Father</title><content type='html'>In the busyness around us during the holiday season, and Christmas almost here, it is easy to find ourselves in the hustle of things. This morning I'm tired. Then I found the following message by Blue Bible in my email, and felt it worth sharing. Maybe some of you are like me, in need of quiet and rest. We have it as God's child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue Bible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;"The LORD is my light and my salvation; whom&lt;br /&gt;shall I fear? the LORD is the strength of my life; of whom shall I be&lt;br /&gt;afraid? (Psalms 27:1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord is ever with the child of His right hand. Mercy, protection,&lt;br /&gt;grace, and love are ever the believer's company. By the precious blood&lt;br /&gt;of Christ, we are made partakers of the heavenly promise. Hide yourself&lt;br /&gt;in Christ, O believer, and embrace the true rest He so lovingly grants&lt;br /&gt;His children! Rest and do good!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;I sense there are many tired, lonely people this season. There are many who don't like to face Christmas...incurable disease, sudden death of a loved one, a child not coming home, or aged and just lonely. Whatever the case may be, God is at our side. We can embrace ourselves in the arms of the Heavenly Father. Maybe there are those of you who have a husband who doesn't embrace you. God will. Jesus knew loneliness, rejection, and death. He knows our needs. Trust Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;God bless you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/840111549429246204-4781600433770489202?l=patrickbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/4781600433770489202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=840111549429246204&amp;postID=4781600433770489202&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/4781600433770489202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/4781600433770489202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/2011/12/in-busyness-around-us-during-holiday.html' title='Embraced by the Father'/><author><name>Patrick, Barb, Agape and Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602701291858345363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eceJUpfeSko/S2nPTKzDHUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hW_Mb46c4As/S220/mom+and+dad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840111549429246204.post-1427285723116381065</id><published>2011-12-18T15:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T15:08:10.982-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wise Men</title><content type='html'>I have not yet mentioned the Wise Men. The 3 wise men are usually shown at the manger scene. In actuality, they really did not appear until a long time afterwards. The Bible calls Jesus a young child, and in a house. The number of wise men is probably not correct either. Caravans usually traveled across the deserts in more than a few people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were men of astrology. They also knew the scriptures about the coming Messiah. They saw a different star in the east, they followed until Jersusalem, then the star had disappeared.They went to King Herod to ask about the new king born in Bethlehem.The wise men came far to find Jesus. They didn't give up. When they left the palace, they saw the star again. They made their way to Bethlehem, and the star led them to the house where Jesus was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As is common to take a gift for a new baby, they also brought giftsl. But it wasn't a new outfit, pampers, toy or a blanket. These gifts appear to be very strange indeed. Gold, frankincense and myrrh. What good would these gifts be to a child? These gifts were symbols of Jesus' life. Gold was for his royalty. Frankincense was used in incense or offerings. Myrrh was used to prepare the body in burial. How did they know to give these gifts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wise men not only saw the Christ child, but the King of Kings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do we see at Christmas? A baby in the manger? Or is He more than that to me and you? Or what gift do you bring for him? I trust we give our hearts and lives to Him. That is the greatest gift. That is why he came so that we have life eternal. He came wrapped in human flesh, no flashy gift wrap. Give Him your heart, if you have haven't already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/840111549429246204-1427285723116381065?l=patrickbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/1427285723116381065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=840111549429246204&amp;postID=1427285723116381065&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/1427285723116381065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/1427285723116381065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/2011/12/wise-men.html' title='The Wise Men'/><author><name>Patrick, Barb, Agape and Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602701291858345363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eceJUpfeSko/S2nPTKzDHUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hW_Mb46c4As/S220/mom+and+dad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840111549429246204.post-8295644886695251400</id><published>2011-12-16T19:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T19:18:45.234-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not So Silent Night</title><content type='html'>No jingle bells, santa, shoppers, a christmas tree, lights or even a manger scene. It was truly a night of Christmas, t as 700+ people raised their voices in worship. All the songs were worship to the King of Kings. A taste of Heaven, yet we know Heaven will be more than anything we can imagine.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do not have words how beautiful this worship service was! This concert of "Not So Silent Night" was presented by the Oasis School of Worship. Thank you, thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm blessed.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God bless you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/840111549429246204-8295644886695251400?l=patrickbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/8295644886695251400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=840111549429246204&amp;postID=8295644886695251400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/8295644886695251400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/8295644886695251400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/2011/12/not-so-silent-night.html' title='Not So Silent Night'/><author><name>Patrick, Barb, Agape and Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602701291858345363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eceJUpfeSko/S2nPTKzDHUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hW_Mb46c4As/S220/mom+and+dad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840111549429246204.post-3117079672223580207</id><published>2011-12-15T05:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T05:54:56.679-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Thankful Grinch</title><content type='html'>For several days now, we have considered Christmas through the eyes of Anna, Simeon, Mary and Joseph, shepherds. But now we need to think of another, me and you. How do we view Christmas? What is it for me? Am I so busy with the hustle-bustle of the activities that the real meaning of Christmas passes me by?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I so busy with my holiday things, comfortable in my house that I don't even know there is an orphan on the streets? A widow at the trash bin? A sick one in the hospital? Or a family who lost a loved one? Or even worse, I know but I turn my head because I don't want to be bothered?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, for sure, holidays are fun, but let's not miss the real meaning of Christmas. This is a great time to be the candle in a dark world. Give the cashier a smile and a Christmas blessing. Give your family a smile. Look in the mirror, and give yourself a smile. Look in the mirror and see what your family sees. Is that a bit scary? Smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is time for confession—I am not much of a holiday person. I don't like to decorate, bake, or shop. The many years in Haiti changed my holiday excitement. In all the 29 years, I don't think I had more than 5 christmases with family in the states. So, am I in denial, hoping the holidays go away? Or am I just content to let come what may? I love my family, but I love to be with them all year, not just at holiday time. Maybe I'm the modern day grinch or scrooge. A thankful Grinch that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for Jesus. I'm thankful Mary accepted her role, knowing she would be misunderstood. I'm thankful that Joseph still took Mary as his bride. I'm thankful...we can still find Jesus in the "manger" among the dirty, the poor, the underdog, the rejected, the outcast. I'm thankful Jesus wasn't born in a palace. He was born in the barn for you and me! He loves you and me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/840111549429246204-3117079672223580207?l=patrickbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/3117079672223580207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=840111549429246204&amp;postID=3117079672223580207&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/3117079672223580207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/3117079672223580207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/2011/12/thankful-grinch.html' title='A Thankful Grinch'/><author><name>Patrick, Barb, Agape and Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602701291858345363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eceJUpfeSko/S2nPTKzDHUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hW_Mb46c4As/S220/mom+and+dad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840111549429246204.post-4712387029950939754</id><published>2011-12-13T18:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T18:46:05.238-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Shepherds</title><content type='html'>No one in Bethlehem knew the Messiah had been born. Everyone was busy, going their own way. This morning I was listening to "Labor of Love" by Jill Phillips. A beautiful song. It did make me wonder if no one heard the cries of pain from Mary. Did God purposely blind the eyes and deafen the ears of people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the angels appeared to the shepherds, out in the field watching their sheep. Can you imagine what it would have been like to see the night sky filled with a host of angels, singing out and announcing the birth of Jesus! But wait...if it was a host of angels singing in the sky, wouldn't earth vibrate with the song and celebration? Were the shepherds really the only ones that heard the song? We have no record of anyone else hearing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus was born in a stable, slept in a manger, and now the first ones to receive the news of His birth was not to the grandparents, friends, or neighbors. Oh no, it was a few dirty shepherds that smelled like their sheep. Shepherds were not the royalty of mankind, but the low-down, dirty workers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, there is only one reason for this, so that I, who also am low down can know that His birth is for me and all sinners. Jesus was born to be our Savior, Redeemer. He wasn't just for the wealthy, or kings, or pastors or priests. He is for the poor, wretched, broken, and hopeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The message rings out to us all...Glory to God in the Highest, and on earth good will toward man.&lt;br /&gt;Amazing God we serve. Thank you Jesus for leaving Glory to come to earth in human skin to live among us, so that we may live eternally!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/840111549429246204-4712387029950939754?l=patrickbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/4712387029950939754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=840111549429246204&amp;postID=4712387029950939754&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/4712387029950939754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/4712387029950939754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/2011/12/shepherds.html' title='The Shepherds'/><author><name>Patrick, Barb, Agape and Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602701291858345363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eceJUpfeSko/S2nPTKzDHUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hW_Mb46c4As/S220/mom+and+dad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840111549429246204.post-6199150780817468141</id><published>2011-12-12T06:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T06:38:49.892-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Through Anna's Eyes</title><content type='html'>We already learned how Simeon saw christmas, but let's learn a little about Anna. Anna was a prophet in the temple for over 60 years. (Luke 2:36-38). She was a widow, and had only been married for 7 years when she lost her husband. She spent the rest of her years in the temple seeking God, praying, fasting, and glorifying God. Praying fervently every day in the temple for over 60 years!! And we can't even get people to attend a one hour prayer meeting!! What is wrong with this picture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The temple was the hub of activity. There were always people there to bring and offer sacrifices. There were hundreds of people around the temple. And yet, we only have record of 2 people in the temple who recognized the Christ child, Simeon and Anna. Anna saw Mary, Joseph and the baby when they came to the temple. She came to them and immediately recognized Jesus as the redemption of Jerusalem. How did this happen? Matt 6:33 "Seek ye first the kingdom of God..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But how is it that the birth of Jesus went unnoticed to every one but 2, not counting the shepherds? How can that be? Jews knew their scripture. They knew the Messiah was promised. Yet in their midst the promise was fulfilled, yet, no one knew. Of course, they didn't think He would be born in a barn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what about us? How many times have we passed a smelly, dirty person at a garbage heap, digging for his daily fare? How many times have we sent away a hungry person? How many times has Jesus passed us by, and we never saw Him? The other day Rachel and I went to the mall, not to shop, but as we went about our business I got sadder and sadder. I couldn't believe the crowd that was there! We are in an economic crunch? Really? I would never have guessed. I don't mean to crush the holiday spirit, but I do wonder if God is really pleased with the way we choose to celebrate. So many hours are spent trying to find that one gift to give to someone who already has everything, but we never find one minute to share the REAL gift!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met 2 young Haitian ladies last night, on their way to Haiti today. They will spend Christmas in Haiti, not with family, but with those who do not know Jesus. They are on their way to share to true gift of Christmas!! Pray for Deb and Romy...they are on a mission! YEA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/840111549429246204-6199150780817468141?l=patrickbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/6199150780817468141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=840111549429246204&amp;postID=6199150780817468141&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/6199150780817468141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/6199150780817468141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/2011/12/through-annas-eyes.html' title='Through Anna&apos;s Eyes'/><author><name>Patrick, Barb, Agape and Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602701291858345363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eceJUpfeSko/S2nPTKzDHUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hW_Mb46c4As/S220/mom+and+dad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840111549429246204.post-2270124103504410686</id><published>2011-12-10T07:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T08:05:16.917-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joseph's Christmas</title><content type='html'>Joseph is another vital person in the account of Jesus' birth. No, he wasn't the father of Jesus, but he endured shame when he realized his betrothed was pregnant and he wasn't the father. Can you imagine? Again, how was he to believe Mary's "out-of-this-world's" story!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was so ashamed and embarrassed that he was going to hide her, put her away until the baby was born. That culture was so different from the "no-shame" culture of today. To be pregnant by another than your engaged man. But God had this in Hand. He sent another angel to Joseph to tell him all is well. He needn't be embarrassed, as God really did visit Mary with the news of her bearing the Christ child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe Joseph was a humble man. He accepted his role in this situation. He was to be married to Mary. He would be the father to Jesus' other brothers, and I believe he also was a father figure in the home. After his visit to the temple and being lost in Jerusalem, we read no more of Joseph. Some believe he had died after that incidence. We don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like Joseph, we often have plans for our life, but there turns and detours in the road. The important thing is that we accept God's detours in obedience, trusting Him for all things. His way is so much more than ours! We only see today, He sees eternity. He is eternity!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/840111549429246204-2270124103504410686?l=patrickbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/2270124103504410686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=840111549429246204&amp;postID=2270124103504410686&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/2270124103504410686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/2270124103504410686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/2011/12/josephs-christmas.html' title='Joseph&apos;s Christmas'/><author><name>Patrick, Barb, Agape and Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602701291858345363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eceJUpfeSko/S2nPTKzDHUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hW_Mb46c4As/S220/mom+and+dad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840111549429246204.post-6353259776882446476</id><published>2011-12-08T16:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T17:09:21.068-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wandering Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Malachi 3:16b "...So a book of remembrance was written before Him for those who fear the Lord and who meditate on His Name."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We never read anything about Mary's mother. The scriptures don't give a hint of who she was. We must assume Mary came from a religious family as she new about God, and worshipped Him when the angel told her all things. Mary was a young girl. Perhaps a teenager. We know Joseph wanted to hide Mary when he found out she was pregnant. What about her mother? Was this an embarrassment to her? Did she believe Mary when she was told what happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jews would have known the Old Testament scriptures. So we can assume she had at least known about the prophecies of the coming Messiah. But even with that, I'm sure all this with Mary seemed very surreal. Unbelievable. We don't know if Mary was allowed to be home after that, or was she rejected. We don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes my rambling thoughts become "funny" ideas. Well, I have one again...would there be a reason there is no mention of Mary's mother? For sure, she would not have been a part of the prophecy or Jesus' birth. And how about this...God has no grandchildren...we are all children. No grandchildren. So very possibly God wanted Jesus to be that example...Jesus didn't have a grandmother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I wonder if she had a book of remembrance written about her daughter, the birth of the Savior, and the life of Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for the wonderings, or should I call it wanderings of the mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/840111549429246204-6353259776882446476?l=patrickbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/6353259776882446476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=840111549429246204&amp;postID=6353259776882446476&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/6353259776882446476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/6353259776882446476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/2011/12/wandering-thoughts.html' title='Wandering Thoughts'/><author><name>Patrick, Barb, Agape and Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602701291858345363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eceJUpfeSko/S2nPTKzDHUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hW_Mb46c4As/S220/mom+and+dad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840111549429246204.post-4678074510077717402</id><published>2011-12-07T17:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T17:36:20.625-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mary's Christmas</title><content type='html'>Luke 1-2&lt;br /&gt;Mary is in the house, alone, doing her daily chores, when an unannounced visitor arrives. She was afraid when she saw the angel. &amp;nbsp;Mary was amazed that she was the chosen one to birth the Son of God. Although she didn't understand everything, she accepted God's plan for her life. Some of you may be thinking, "Wow, I would too, with a plan like that." Wait a minute. Think about it. She was chosen to enter &amp;nbsp;into God's plan which would be anything but politically correct. She was engaged to be married. In those days, engagement was not taken lightly. They didn't live together to see "if they were a good match." She was already committed to Joseph. Now to explain this to Joseph. How? And her mother? Oh my, I can hear it now, "Mom, I'm pregnant, but not by Joseph, but by God's spirit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the mystery of Christmas. God had every detail in place long before the moment of Mary's conception and Jesus' birth. I love Mary's response, even in an unbelievable situation "Do to me as it pleases you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this our attitude at God's bidding? So many times, I have heard people saying, "I feel like God is calling me to do..., but I just don't know how it is going to turn out. I don't know the details." Yes, you don't and I don't. Neither did Mary. She didn't know her Son was to be crucified. She didn't know what it would be like to raise the Son of God. She didn't know he would be so rejected. But she was obedient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was Mary's view of Christmas? "She pondered all these things in her heart." Mary was a fearful, amazed worshipper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/840111549429246204-4678074510077717402?l=patrickbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/4678074510077717402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=840111549429246204&amp;postID=4678074510077717402&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/4678074510077717402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/4678074510077717402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/2011/12/marys-christmas.html' title='Mary&apos;s Christmas'/><author><name>Patrick, Barb, Agape and Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602701291858345363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eceJUpfeSko/S2nPTKzDHUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hW_Mb46c4As/S220/mom+and+dad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840111549429246204.post-5668118934712006600</id><published>2011-12-06T16:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T16:21:18.461-08:00</updated><title type='text'>King Herod</title><content type='html'>I don't know why Herod kept coming into my mind today. I was thinking of different people involved in the birth of Jesus and how it affected them. Herod was involved in the political side of the story. He wasn't in Bethlehem, but in Jerusalem. He was the power of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when the Wise-men came to Herod to ask him about the king that was born, he was troubled. So shall we say the birth of Jesus was a threat to him. By the time Herod heard about Jesus, Jesus would have been a young child and not a baby. Herod asked the wise-men exactly when they saw the star, I assume so he would know the age of the child. He was not about to give his throne to another king.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what he didn't know, there was a higher power, a power that he could not control. Of course he ordered all boys 2 years old and under to be killed, but God had His plan in motion already. Jesus was spared an early death. Read the story in Matthew 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We see much of the same attitude today. People try to deny the birth of Jesus, thinking if they take Christ out of Christmas it will take Him away. Not being allowed to speak anything about Jesus in schools during the holiday season, will not discredit His birth. God already has a plan set in motion. One that political leaders cannot take away. Actually they are probably playing into the Hand of God...bringing the return of Jesus to earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today people are still threatened by His birth, His life. They want to sit on their own selfish throne. They want to be the ruler of their own life. But the final call is that one day "every knee shall bow to the Name of Jesus." What a day that will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/840111549429246204-5668118934712006600?l=patrickbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/5668118934712006600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=840111549429246204&amp;postID=5668118934712006600&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/5668118934712006600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/5668118934712006600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/2011/12/king-herod.html' title='King Herod'/><author><name>Patrick, Barb, Agape and Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602701291858345363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eceJUpfeSko/S2nPTKzDHUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hW_Mb46c4As/S220/mom+and+dad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840111549429246204.post-6214849955943304934</id><published>2011-12-05T10:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T10:42:26.121-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Inn Keeper</title><content type='html'>Luke 2:7 "...and laid Him in a manger because there was no room for them in the inn." We know the story—Joseph and Mary traveled to Bethlehem to register as this was their hometown. While there Mary gave birth to Jesus, but He was born in a barn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The inn keeper was so busy preparing for the hundreds of people coming into Bethlehem to register for the census. He knew people would need places to stay. People would need beds, food, places for their donkeys or camels. This would be a good opportunity to bring in some much needed cash. In all the town, everyone was making preparations for this big event. Rooms filled up quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Mary and Joseph came, but the saddest answer, "There is no room." If only the inn keeper knew who he was turning away. Well, he didn't really put them out on the street, "hey, I do have room in the barn," snickering out his offer. They took it. And Jesus was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why would he do that? Why do we, anyway? Why do we turn Him away? We are just too busy getting ready for the holidays. The tree needs to be decorated, stockings hung, shopping done, take the kids to see santa, and the list goes on. Is it in preparation for Jesus? Do we involve the poor, the widow, the orphan? Do they get the left-overs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only the inn keeper had known, I'm sure he would have found the perfect nursery for Mary and Joseph. But it passed him by. If we have no room for Jesus, He will find room in the heart of an orphan digging through the garbage pile. He isn't afraid of dirt, or the most dispicable situation. Or the barn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to know how I know that? He came into my heart and life. Have you let Him in? Is there room?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/840111549429246204-6214849955943304934?l=patrickbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/6214849955943304934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=840111549429246204&amp;postID=6214849955943304934&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/6214849955943304934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/6214849955943304934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/2011/12/inn-keeper.html' title='The Inn Keeper'/><author><name>Patrick, Barb, Agape and Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602701291858345363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eceJUpfeSko/S2nPTKzDHUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hW_Mb46c4As/S220/mom+and+dad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840111549429246204.post-2094014291188187053</id><published>2011-12-04T11:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T11:52:35.741-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Through Simeon's Eyes</title><content type='html'>I need to share this morning's teaching. It was so good and inspired. He helped us see Christmas through the eyes of Simeon, the priest at the Temple in Jerusalem when Mary and Joseph took Jesus there for his dedication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke 2:29-32 &amp;nbsp;Simeon saw a promise fulfilled. He was waiting for the birth of Jesus, the redemption and salvation of all peoples. Simeon knew he would not die until he had seen Jesus. How did he know it was Jesus when he held in his arms?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is: a Promise fulfilled, a Path illuminated, and a Person revealed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you expecting this Christmas? Does it go beyond the stockings on the mantel? The gifts under the tree? The manger scene? What do you expect to see? Are you expecting redemption or is Jesus still in the manger?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks be to God for His indescribable gift." 2 Corinthians 9:15...Truly the best Gift wrapped in humanity for my redemption!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/840111549429246204-2094014291188187053?l=patrickbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/2094014291188187053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=840111549429246204&amp;postID=2094014291188187053&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/2094014291188187053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/2094014291188187053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/2011/12/through-simeons-eyes.html' title='Through Simeon&apos;s Eyes'/><author><name>Patrick, Barb, Agape and Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602701291858345363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eceJUpfeSko/S2nPTKzDHUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hW_Mb46c4As/S220/mom+and+dad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840111549429246204.post-7793943716681140881</id><published>2011-12-03T08:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T08:20:09.539-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silent Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #336699; font-size: small;"&gt;Silent night, holy night&lt;br /&gt;All is calm, all is bright&lt;br /&gt;Round yon Virgin Mother and Child&lt;br /&gt;Holy Infant so tender and mild&lt;br /&gt;Sleep in heavenly peace&lt;br /&gt;Sleep in heavenly peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silent night, holy night!&lt;br /&gt;Shepherds quake at the sight&lt;br /&gt;Glories stream from heaven afar&lt;br /&gt;Heavenly hosts sing Alleluia!&lt;br /&gt;Christ, the Saviour is born&lt;br /&gt;Christ, the Saviour is born&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silent night, holy night&lt;br /&gt;Son of God, love's pure light&lt;br /&gt;Radiant beams from Thy holy face&lt;br /&gt;With the dawn of redeeming grace&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, Lord, at Thy birth&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, Lord, at Thy birth "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #336699; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Read the words...does it make you wonder why it was written? I was searching to find its history, but only that the author wrote it as a poem then asked it to be put to music. It is one of the most sung christmas carols. I love Christmas music...Patrick asks why we only listen to christmas music at Christmas? &amp;nbsp;Easter songs we sing all year, why not christmas songs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;If this carol was written to describe the night Jesus was born, then I'd say the first stanza is not a good description. Can you imagine a town that was so full of people that there was no room for Mary and Joseph? That many people are not silent, well unless they were different than Americans and Haitians. Smile. I'm not even sure it would be calm, not in the barn where Mary was in labor. Having the stench of animals while she is birthing a baby? This was not the clean barn and manger that our manger scenes depict today. It was dirty, smelly and animals around.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;But it was the "dawn of redeeming grace." The world didn't know. This night passed them by unaware, and things haven't changed. Jesus is still present today in so many situations, but it passes us by, we don't even realize. Sad. We are so busy with our life, that we miss His presence.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;There was only the dirty shepherds that heard the announcement...but that's a blog for another day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;God bless you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/840111549429246204-7793943716681140881?l=patrickbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/7793943716681140881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=840111549429246204&amp;postID=7793943716681140881&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/7793943716681140881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/7793943716681140881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/2011/12/silent-night.html' title='Silent Night'/><author><name>Patrick, Barb, Agape and Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602701291858345363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eceJUpfeSko/S2nPTKzDHUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hW_Mb46c4As/S220/mom+and+dad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840111549429246204.post-7763806495041862686</id><published>2011-12-02T15:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T16:10:26.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unto Us a Child is Born</title><content type='html'>Isaiah 9:6 "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;"&gt;For unto us a Child is born, Unto us a Son is given; And the government will be upon His shoulder. And His name will be called Wonderful, Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="criteria"&gt;Prince&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="criteria"&gt;of&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="criteria"&gt;Peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;"&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;"&gt;Yesterday was the first day of December, and the start of Christmas celebrations. All through the Old Testament there are prophesies of Jesus' birth. In this verse, not only is His birth is announced, but also His Names. We can see who He is. I do not say who He will be, as He already was (is).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Have you ever wondered what "traditions" were celebrated in Mary and Joseph's home after Jesus was born? Did they celebrate His birth in the following years? Was His birthday remembered? Was his birthday more special in the home than his brothers and sisters?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;"&gt;We do know that Christmas was a pagan holiday. The Catholic church brought the religious effect to Christmas. Then Christians began to celebrate it, as well. Every year we celebrate without even a question of the origin of Christmas. With this thought, may I challenge each of us to be careful how we celebrate Jesus' birth. Jesus is not a santa claus.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;"&gt;Jesus is the Wonderful, Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace. Celebrate life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;"&gt;God bless you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;"&gt;P.S. No news from Haiti today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/840111549429246204-7763806495041862686?l=patrickbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/7763806495041862686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=840111549429246204&amp;postID=7763806495041862686&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/7763806495041862686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/7763806495041862686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/2011/12/unto-us-child-is-born.html' title='Unto Us a Child is Born'/><author><name>Patrick, Barb, Agape and Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602701291858345363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eceJUpfeSko/S2nPTKzDHUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hW_Mb46c4As/S220/mom+and+dad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840111549429246204.post-6959591896999529748</id><published>2011-12-01T18:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T18:51:41.985-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cholera Outbreak Again</title><content type='html'>This has been quite a day. It started with a phone call from Patrick who is in Haiti, asking me to change his ticket. There is a cholera outbreak in the villages. Yesterday 2 people died, although he said that they could not confirm that cholera was the cause of one of the deaths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are so afraid, so discouraged with this new twist in their lives. Patrick knew he needed to stay and help in any way he could. He was scheduled to return home tomorrow. He said he was so busy yesterday he hardly had time to eat or shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon he called again, and there is a cholera camp being set up to care for the sick. A medical staff is coming from Jacmel to work in the camp. Our clinic in Mayette is not able to handle all the sick ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel gave me a wheelchair for Christmas, and today was a mother/daughter day. Rachel who is a lover of sales, took me to many places. It was fun, and the first time that I actually went to several places to shop (window shop, that is) without being in pain. So yes, the wheelchair is a blessing. I thought for sure by now, I would be able to walk as much as I want and be ok. But that hasn't happened, so I had a choice—stay home or go on a "ride." And fun it was! Thanks Rachel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray for the villages that have cholera. Pray for the medical staff who are caring for them. Pray for safety for those who have not contract the disease. Pray for Patrick that he will stay healthy, and God gives him the strength to do the task given him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you and God bless you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/840111549429246204-6959591896999529748?l=patrickbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/6959591896999529748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=840111549429246204&amp;postID=6959591896999529748&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/6959591896999529748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/6959591896999529748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/2011/12/cholera-outbreak-again.html' title='Cholera Outbreak Again'/><author><name>Patrick, Barb, Agape and Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602701291858345363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eceJUpfeSko/S2nPTKzDHUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hW_Mb46c4As/S220/mom+and+dad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840111549429246204.post-2221250745938743379</id><published>2011-11-30T05:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T05:25:06.399-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who is God to You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #171212; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: black; font-family: Times, Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-transform: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;“God is not a belief to which you give your assent. God becomes a reality whom you know intimately,&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 13px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: 700; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;meet everyday&lt;/strong&gt;, one whose strength becomes your strength, whose love,&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 13px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: 700; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;your love&lt;/strong&gt;. Live this life of the presence of God long enough and when someone asks you, “Do you believe there is a God?” you may find yourself answering,&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 13px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: 700; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;“No, I do not believe there is a God. I&amp;nbsp;&lt;em style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 13px; font-style: italic; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;know&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;there is a God.” &amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 13px; font-style: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Ernest Boyer, Jr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: black; font-family: Times, Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-transform: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 13px; font-style: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;A friend shared a website with me last night, and as I read it I was so blessed. I never thought about the laundry room being my "holy ground" but truth be known where I work, what I do should be holy ground if I do all to God's glory. But remember there are those things we cannot do for God's glory...disobedience to God. Enough said, I will share the website and let each one of you be blessed...http://www.aholyexperience.com/ann-voskamp/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: black; font-family: Times, Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-transform: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 13px; font-style: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;God bless you&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/840111549429246204-2221250745938743379?l=patrickbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/2221250745938743379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=840111549429246204&amp;postID=2221250745938743379&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/2221250745938743379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/2221250745938743379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/2011/11/who-is-god-to-you.html' title='Who is God to You?'/><author><name>Patrick, Barb, Agape and Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602701291858345363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eceJUpfeSko/S2nPTKzDHUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hW_Mb46c4As/S220/mom+and+dad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840111549429246204.post-440419317249562494</id><published>2011-11-29T06:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T06:47:36.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Living Bread</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;"I am the living bread which came down from heaven: if any man eat of&lt;br /&gt;this bread, he shall live for ever: and the bread that I will give is&lt;br /&gt;my flesh, which I will give for the life of the world." John 6:51&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;This was the daily scripture given from Blue Bible, and it made me think of all the holiday food that we enjoy. Women are busy in the kitchen preparing goodies for special times during December. It is fun, brings a feeling of Christmas. It is so fun to give a gift of homemade goodies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;It is an example of the gift Jesus is to us. He was the ultimate gift. He is the Living Bread. He is Eternal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;As you work in the kitchen, making those holiday goodies, remember Jesus. When you choose gifts for others, remember Jesus, the ultimate gift. Don't forget to give Jesus to those who don't know Him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;Make this a Jesus filled Christmas. Make Jesus the best gift for others. Be the shining candle. As you start the Christmas celebration, Celebrate Jesus!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;God bless you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/840111549429246204-440419317249562494?l=patrickbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/440419317249562494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=840111549429246204&amp;postID=440419317249562494&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/440419317249562494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/440419317249562494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/2011/11/living-bread.html' title='Living Bread'/><author><name>Patrick, Barb, Agape and Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602701291858345363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eceJUpfeSko/S2nPTKzDHUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hW_Mb46c4As/S220/mom+and+dad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840111549429246204.post-7378662061240120401</id><published>2011-11-28T13:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T13:30:26.154-08:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Peace</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;"For the mountains shall depart, and the hills be removed; but my&lt;br /&gt;kindness shall not depart from thee, neither shall the covenant of my&lt;br /&gt;peace be removed, saith the LORD that hath mercy on thee." Isaiah 54:10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;I love this verse. In the midst of the worst situation, God's kindness will stay with me. His peace will abide. I remember the quake. I remember just laying there on the ground. I don't know why I wasn't miserable. Maybe hurting too bad to know I was hurting. I remember the next day, Cherline said to me, "Mom, you really touched me." I asked her why. She replied, "You never screamed, moaned or groaned. You just lay there." That is God's mercy. God's peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;He has proved Himself faithful many times over. Before the quake and since the quake. His promises will always stay true! That day the hills moved, but God's peace stayed with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;I don't know what you are experiencing today, perhaps you have your own shaking and uprooting. So many things can go wrong in this life, and yet we can know and trust God for His peace and mercy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;There are always heartaches during the holidays. Families that are fighting. Others have an incurable disease. Others lose a family member. So many hurts. But God's peace rules in the hearts of those whose mind is stayed on Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;Look away from the situation, and put your trust in God. The hurt may not go away, but you will have His peace to take you through it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;God bless you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/840111549429246204-7378662061240120401?l=patrickbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/7378662061240120401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=840111549429246204&amp;postID=7378662061240120401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/7378662061240120401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/7378662061240120401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/2011/11/gods-peace.html' title='God&apos;s Peace'/><author><name>Patrick, Barb, Agape and Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602701291858345363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eceJUpfeSko/S2nPTKzDHUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hW_Mb46c4As/S220/mom+and+dad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840111549429246204.post-4259160721629483731</id><published>2011-11-27T17:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T17:26:57.189-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worship</title><content type='html'>Thank you, Joel, for the teaching this morning. What is worship? Sing, Service and Surrender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we need to be careful what we worship. Even the ungodly worship things.&lt;br /&gt;The service ended with Revelation Song...an amazing worship song and my favorite!! Every time I hear the song I feel so on my way to the presence of the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord has been doing some pruning in my life, and now it is my duty to surrender to His pruning. One of the areas of pruning is not to make excuses for sin in my life. If I do wrong, have wrong attitudes, pride or whatever the sin may be, as He prunes I need to surrender and not make an excuse for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/840111549429246204-4259160721629483731?l=patrickbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/4259160721629483731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=840111549429246204&amp;postID=4259160721629483731&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/4259160721629483731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/4259160721629483731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/2011/11/worship.html' title='Worship'/><author><name>Patrick, Barb, Agape and Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602701291858345363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eceJUpfeSko/S2nPTKzDHUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hW_Mb46c4As/S220/mom+and+dad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840111549429246204.post-6392240463577156779</id><published>2011-11-26T05:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T06:27:47.149-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Half Hearted Worship</title><content type='html'>I just read something in the book by Warren Wiersbe, Be Amazed, how people would be offerings to the altar that were not perfect. The priests accepted it, but if people would bring a lamb for the priest that wasn't perfect they rejected it. The thought is, if God would accept half-hearted sacrifices, He wouldn't be a God worthy of worship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are no excuses for half-hearted worship or sacrifice. 1 Chronicles 16:29 "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;"&gt;Give to the LORD the glory due His name; Bring an offering, and come before Him. Oh,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="criteria"&gt;worship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;"&gt;the LORD in the beauty of holiness!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;"&gt;With the Thanksgiving holiday past and Christmas coming, I think we should consider what we really do with Christmas. People have already stood in lines for hours for the sales on Black Friday. Call me a scrooge, I really don't mind. I do not think God is pleased with me if I am using money for things I don't need, &amp;nbsp;or someone else don't need, but only have a mere dollar to put in the offering on Sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;"&gt;Oh the holidays are fun, no doubt. Is there anything I do that can be changed that would really glorify God in the celebrations? I remember many years ago, I wondered at the banquets that were given in the church I was attending. There were banquets for each age group in church, but I never heard a word about inviting the ones who had no family, single parents, homeless, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;"&gt;There is something about giving a gift to someone who cannot return the favor. Doesn't it make you feel so good? My sister just told me that her and her husband are planning an open house for all the people on their street. They haven't met most of them, yet have lived in that neighborhood for over 10 years. This can open doors for sharing God's love to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;"&gt;I guess I wanted to challenge our worship before the holiday rush starts in, if it hasn't already, so that we can pray how God really wants us to share Christmas. Let's be a light to the world, and not expect the christmas lights to do that. We have the true Light! Let's shine it for the world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;"&gt;God bless you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/840111549429246204-6392240463577156779?l=patrickbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/6392240463577156779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=840111549429246204&amp;postID=6392240463577156779&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/6392240463577156779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/6392240463577156779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/2011/11/half-hearted-worship.html' title='Half Hearted Worship'/><author><name>Patrick, Barb, Agape and Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602701291858345363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eceJUpfeSko/S2nPTKzDHUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hW_Mb46c4As/S220/mom+and+dad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840111549429246204.post-5431339441502829622</id><published>2011-11-24T08:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T08:32:05.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>Happy Thanksgiving to all!&lt;br /&gt;May you be blessed with family fellowship. May your day be a blessing to others. Let us thank the Lord in all things.&lt;br /&gt;Be a light to those of your family who are not yet a child of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/840111549429246204-5431339441502829622?l=patrickbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/5431339441502829622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=840111549429246204&amp;postID=5431339441502829622&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/5431339441502829622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/5431339441502829622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/2011/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Patrick, Barb, Agape and Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602701291858345363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eceJUpfeSko/S2nPTKzDHUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hW_Mb46c4As/S220/mom+and+dad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840111549429246204.post-5996526834148107386</id><published>2011-11-23T05:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T06:14:06.982-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>Thankful. Day before Thanksgiving. Sounds funny. Every day should be thanksgiving. But today of all days, before "Thanksgiving" the kids are up at the crack of dawn to play. Then I open the utility bill we received yesterday, and found it is delinquent. No! it isn't delinquent because I just paid the bill on Nov 4. But they didn't receive the check until the 21st so I get charged $15 on this bill because they didn't open their mail when they got it. I guess the bottom line is, don't pay by check. Cash-less society. Yes, I think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Be thankful in ALL things." ALL things Barb...even bills that shouldn't have been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a day in the kitchen, baking holiday goodies. Rachel and I should have fun. And the kids. They can put sprinkles on the sugar cookies. Promise is at school, and Daddy will join her for a Thanksgiving celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Thanksgiving to all of you. Remember it isn't just about food, it is all about Thankfulness. But don't stop being thankful. &amp;nbsp;Thankful every day in ALL things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/840111549429246204-5996526834148107386?l=patrickbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/5996526834148107386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=840111549429246204&amp;postID=5996526834148107386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/5996526834148107386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/5996526834148107386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/2011/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Patrick, Barb, Agape and Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602701291858345363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eceJUpfeSko/S2nPTKzDHUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hW_Mb46c4As/S220/mom+and+dad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840111549429246204.post-2302162719007688214</id><published>2011-11-22T08:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T08:49:54.602-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For I Know</title><content type='html'>I have been praying for a special personal need for a while now. So now I see it as urgent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then this morning I was going through my email, and here was the Blue Bible verse for the day:&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;And they that know thy name will put their trust in thee: for thou,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;LORD, hast not forsaken them that seek thee." (Psalms 9:10)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;It almost passed me by, but felt the urge to return to this verse and read it again. They that KNOW the Name of the Lord will trust in Him. He will not forsake us. What a comfort and reminder when in the midst of stress, that our Lord will not forsake us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;It reminded me that God has heard my prayer, and He will answer. My part is to trust Him and know that He will supply all our needs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;It is a privilege to know the Name of the Lord. Let's not misuse it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;I must be about my Father's business. We must work fervently in His kingdom. Every day there is something that reminds me that our time is drawing to a close. Our redemption draws near.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;God bless you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/840111549429246204-2302162719007688214?l=patrickbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/2302162719007688214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=840111549429246204&amp;postID=2302162719007688214&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/2302162719007688214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/2302162719007688214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/2011/11/for-i-know.html' title='For I Know'/><author><name>Patrick, Barb, Agape and Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602701291858345363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eceJUpfeSko/S2nPTKzDHUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hW_Mb46c4As/S220/mom+and+dad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840111549429246204.post-6885125156973970421</id><published>2011-11-21T06:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T09:56:14.532-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Working Together</title><content type='html'>Zion and Nate are playing on the patio. Digging in the dirt. Oh so fun. Nate has decided to sweep the floor, looking at me he says, "Do you have a dust pan?" So we give him one, but Zion wants to take it now instead of helping Nate. So the argument starts in. Then Nate decides to sweep exactly where Zion is playing. Zion screams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does this ring a familiar note with anyone? This is the picture of adults. We are working in the church. Someone wants to do it a different way, and it may be better than we are doing it, but it is "our" work and we don't want anyone invading our territory. Yes, this even happens on the mission field. So sad. God's work isn't territorial. It is a combined effort of God's children working together for His kingdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only we could get our eyes on the Lord, it is all His anyway, and work together. Learn to love each other and work together, the work would get done better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/840111549429246204-6885125156973970421?l=patrickbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/6885125156973970421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=840111549429246204&amp;postID=6885125156973970421&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/6885125156973970421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/6885125156973970421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/2011/11/working-together.html' title='Working Together'/><author><name>Patrick, Barb, Agape and Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602701291858345363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eceJUpfeSko/S2nPTKzDHUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hW_Mb46c4As/S220/mom+and+dad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840111549429246204.post-4645104546124450966</id><published>2011-11-20T04:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T04:49:51.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Word of God</title><content type='html'>Hebrews 4:12 "For the Word of God is living and powerful and sharper than any two-edged sword, piercing even to the division of soul and spirit, and of joints and marrow, and is a discerner of the thoughts and intents of the heart."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the day of worship. We go to the house of the Lord, expecting to hear the Word of God. But do we really value it? Does the word fall on fertile soil, or is it soon choked out with the busyness of life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked myself how much I really value God's Word. I really wish I would have memorized scriptures more when I was younger. Now memorization is more difficult. But even if it is more difficult, I can control the time I spend in reading God's Word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where we spend our hours will give us a clue of God's importance to you and me? Does TV and sports consume most of our free time? I'm just asking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/840111549429246204-4645104546124450966?l=patrickbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/4645104546124450966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=840111549429246204&amp;postID=4645104546124450966&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/4645104546124450966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/4645104546124450966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/2011/11/word-of-god.html' title='The Word of God'/><author><name>Patrick, Barb, Agape and Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602701291858345363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eceJUpfeSko/S2nPTKzDHUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hW_Mb46c4As/S220/mom+and+dad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840111549429246204.post-5689114615235037320</id><published>2011-11-18T08:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T08:36:25.817-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Childish</title><content type='html'>Having two 3 year olds and a 5 year old in the house all the time is quite interesting. There are 3 personalities, 3 different ways of playing with the same toy and not to mention they all 3 want the same toy at the same time. Oh, they can be perfectly content for a while with a toy but seeing another having fun with a different toy, the decision is made that they should have that toy at that time. Does this ring a bell with anyone else but me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Corinthians 13:11 "When I was a child, I spoke as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child; but when I became a man, I put away childish things."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great verse, great truth. &amp;nbsp;But do we really put away our childish ways? Before this verse it is teaching us love and what love is. A child being selfish or demanding for a toy that another child has, usually wants to take it immediately. For you see, they really haven't learned the logistics of sharing and loving. That is a growing experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now we are adults. Sad to say, we still act as children. We want what another has. We can be satisfied with our car until we see the neighbor's brand new one in the driveway. A pastor can &amp;nbsp;be ok with a small church until his best friend has a mega church. (Does this really happen? I'm afraid so!) We can be happy with a normal size TV until we see a big screen one. We want it now. Really childish. We may not grab it out of another's hand, but often we are guilty of overspending because we don't want someone else having what we can't have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our children learn from the adults around them. Let's be the example of giving instead of taking. Let's be an example of giving even if we do not receive in return. We do receive...God is never short in His blessing. His gifts are the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's leave our childish ways today, and grow up...I'm just saying....&lt;br /&gt;God bless you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/840111549429246204-5689114615235037320?l=patrickbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/5689114615235037320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=840111549429246204&amp;postID=5689114615235037320&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/5689114615235037320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/5689114615235037320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/2011/11/being-childish.html' title='Being Childish'/><author><name>Patrick, Barb, Agape and Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602701291858345363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eceJUpfeSko/S2nPTKzDHUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hW_Mb46c4As/S220/mom+and+dad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840111549429246204.post-2145263378438977894</id><published>2011-11-17T10:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T15:29:18.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>He is My Strength</title><content type='html'>Patrick left for Haiti early this morning. He had a good flight, and arrived safely around 9:00 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last 2 days were busy preparing for his trip. Not much rest after our Kansas trip. Today I find myself quite tired. Then I remembered "the Lord is my strength." Oh how I need that strength. I like the fact that He doesn't just give me strength but He &lt;b&gt;is&lt;/b&gt; my strength. Habakkuk 3:17 reminds me that He makes my feet like hinds feet, walking on high hills. I don't "feel" I am at this point yet. But I do believe that for me it means that I don't need to "drag" my feet in discouragement. There is hope. Isn't it true that when we have no hope then we do drag our feet? But in every situation God is our strength. Go in the Name of the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of my tiredness, Patrick just "skyped" from Haiti. This is the first Skype experience from a cell phone. So fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray you had a good day...&lt;br /&gt;God bless you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/840111549429246204-2145263378438977894?l=patrickbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/2145263378438977894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=840111549429246204&amp;postID=2145263378438977894&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/2145263378438977894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/2145263378438977894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/2011/11/he-is-my-strength.html' title='He is My Strength'/><author><name>Patrick, Barb, Agape and Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602701291858345363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eceJUpfeSko/S2nPTKzDHUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hW_Mb46c4As/S220/mom+and+dad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840111549429246204.post-4463914771024525340</id><published>2011-11-16T06:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T06:57:32.259-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scaling the Wall</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: Arial;" type="cite"&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-line-break: after-white-space; -webkit-nbsp-mode: space; word-wrap: break-word;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.1pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0.1pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Cambria;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;For You are my lamp, O LORD; the LORD shall enlighten my darkness.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;For by You I can run against a troop; by my God I can leap over a wall.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;As for God, His way is perfect; the word of the LORD is proven; He is a shield to all who trust in Him.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;(2 Samuel 22:29-31 NKJV)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;It is so good to be reminded that God is my light. He enlightens the darkness. He fights for me, even He can scale the high walls. So when I am in situations that I feel enclosed in walls without an escape, God can go beyond the wall. His way is perfect. Being His child, there are times when He allows me to be in walled in experiences. He can break those walls. He can fight and win every situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaping over a wall is not on my agenda at this point. So I am very thankful that God can do it for me. My thankfulness is when I can put on my prosthesis each morning, and walk without pain. That is leaping over a wall for me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than anything, His way is perfect for me! He knows what is ahead, and He knows what was behind. He knows the "why's" of every situation. His word has and continually is proven. He is truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been teaching the grandchildren, "I am the way, the truth, the life." Every time one of them asks, "What does that mean?" &amp;nbsp;Each time I tell them again, "Jesus is the way to Heaven. Jesus is the Truth, He cannot lie. And He gives us life that never ends." What a blessing that I can have these special moments with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, if you find yourself in a dark experience, He is your lamp.&lt;br /&gt;If you are between a rock and hard place, He can leap over the wall.&lt;br /&gt;If you wonder today, if His promises can be trusted, yes they can. His Word has been proven.&lt;br /&gt;If you are in danger, He is your shield.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/840111549429246204-4463914771024525340?l=patrickbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/4463914771024525340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=840111549429246204&amp;postID=4463914771024525340&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/4463914771024525340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/4463914771024525340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/2011/11/scaling-wall.html' title='Scaling the Wall'/><author><name>Patrick, Barb, Agape and Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602701291858345363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eceJUpfeSko/S2nPTKzDHUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hW_Mb46c4As/S220/mom+and+dad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840111549429246204.post-7564474561455819984</id><published>2011-11-15T17:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T18:04:00.612-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Again</title><content type='html'>We are home again after a busy 4 days in Kansas. It was a wonderfully, blessed trip. We were blessed to see old friends, and make new friends. We didn't see a yellow brick road, only a red one. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were able to share God's story in many meetings, including a Ladies' Tea which was beautifully decorated. This was the first trip I've made that was pain-free!! Wonderful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we have one day to finish preparations for Patrick's trip to Haiti. He leaves Thursday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is incredibly Good and Faithful. None of this would have been possible if it weren't for Him!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/840111549429246204-7564474561455819984?l=patrickbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/7564474561455819984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=840111549429246204&amp;postID=7564474561455819984&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/7564474561455819984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/7564474561455819984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/2011/11/home-again.html' title='Home Again'/><author><name>Patrick, Barb, Agape and Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602701291858345363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eceJUpfeSko/S2nPTKzDHUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hW_Mb46c4As/S220/mom+and+dad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840111549429246204.post-1645651152406718425</id><published>2011-11-09T06:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T06:08:53.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Truly Thankful</title><content type='html'>I am just thinking this morning about my life, where I was, where I am and where I am going. I was reading in Matthew 13 where Jesus was teaching the disciples about the kingdom of God, but teaching in parables. Then He asked them "Do you understand what I am saying?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I understand? Or do I come to the "table" with a bunch of "but's"? Why was satan allowed to sow wickedness into the world? Why not get rid of it while we are still on earth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bottom line, am I truly grateful &amp;nbsp;for my life? Am I grateful for all that God is doing in my life? Even if I don't understand fully, I need to trust Him, walk by faith and keep going. Most assuredly God is doing so much more in my life than what seems on the surface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, change me, even if it hurts. I thank you for all those painful moments and seasons. Glory will cover all those times, and I won't even remember them. Thank you, Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not be posting for a few days. We will be out of town for 4 days. So until my return, have a good weekend. Be blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/840111549429246204-1645651152406718425?l=patrickbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/1645651152406718425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=840111549429246204&amp;postID=1645651152406718425&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/1645651152406718425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/1645651152406718425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/2011/11/truly-thankful.html' title='Truly Thankful'/><author><name>Patrick, Barb, Agape and Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602701291858345363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eceJUpfeSko/S2nPTKzDHUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hW_Mb46c4As/S220/mom+and+dad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840111549429246204.post-2785705217134942571</id><published>2011-11-08T08:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T08:04:23.458-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guard Your Heart</title><content type='html'>In the message on Sunday, the pastor spoke of this verse, "Guard your heart above all else, for it determines the course of for life." Proverbs 4:23&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I had first arrived in Haiti, and saw the beautiful ironwork on the windows I thought it was for decoration only. But it didn't take long for me to realize that it was for more than beauty. It was an effort to keep thieves from breaking in. Not only was there ironworks across the windows, but also chain locks for doors and gates. Most houses in the city use this method against robbery. It doesn't always work, as thieves have often cut the ironwork and entered the houses anyway. Just for the record, we were broken into about 14 times in the course of 8 years. Not sure of the exact years, but do know it is no fun to wake up the next morning and find things broken into. &amp;nbsp;On the other hand, it is a blessing to wake up and realize God kept us under the protection of His wings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much effort do I take to guard my heart? What needs to be guarded? Oh I have a list of things—pride, covetousness, gossip, idolatry, discouragement, and the list goes on. If for one minute, I let my guard down, satan is at hand to immediately to load me down with sins unguarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the guarded heart is the happy heart. It is the one that has peace. It takes work to guard our heart. We need time in the Word, prayer, and sharing God's Word with others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My encouragement to you: Don't let the enemy steal your peace and joy!! Stay on Guard!&lt;br /&gt;God bless you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/840111549429246204-2785705217134942571?l=patrickbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/2785705217134942571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=840111549429246204&amp;postID=2785705217134942571&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/2785705217134942571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/2785705217134942571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/2011/11/guard-your-heart.html' title='Guard Your Heart'/><author><name>Patrick, Barb, Agape and Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602701291858345363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eceJUpfeSko/S2nPTKzDHUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hW_Mb46c4As/S220/mom+and+dad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840111549429246204.post-3623172825660491262</id><published>2011-11-07T06:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T06:17:01.179-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Homecoming</title><content type='html'>1 John 2:28 "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;"&gt;And now, little&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="criteria"&gt;children&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;"&gt;, abide in Him, that when He appears, we may have confidence and not be ashamed before Him at His coming."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;"&gt;Our daughter came home last night. What fun! She will be here for a few weeks while her husband is gone "on field."(military) &amp;nbsp;Nate was ecstatic to see his mother again. Great reunion!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;"&gt;Isn't that the way it should be? Children love coming home to parents, and parents loving to have them home. Rachel said last night, as we were all sitting around talking, "Wow, it is almost like Agape and I haven't been married, and it is like it was when we were all at home!" But of course, by this morning, when the kiddos were up, there was no doubt that it isn't just like when they were still at home. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;"&gt;The homecoming in Heaven will be sweeter. We'll be home with the Father. And He will welcome us with open arms. He loves us so much. It is difficult for me to really realize the extent of His love! I know He loves me, but unconditionally is hard to grasp.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;"&gt;So thankful for His Grace, and looking forward to the Homecoming!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;"&gt;We are praying that Pat can join us for Thanksgiving...we don't know when he'll be home yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;"&gt;Gracefully His.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;"&gt;God bless you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/840111549429246204-3623172825660491262?l=patrickbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/3623172825660491262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=840111549429246204&amp;postID=3623172825660491262&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/3623172825660491262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/3623172825660491262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/2011/11/homecoming.html' title='Homecoming'/><author><name>Patrick, Barb, Agape and Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602701291858345363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eceJUpfeSko/S2nPTKzDHUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hW_Mb46c4As/S220/mom+and+dad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840111549429246204.post-5830879155821791626</id><published>2011-11-05T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T05:31:51.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Walk on High HIlls</title><content type='html'>Habakkuk 3:17-19 "Though the fig tree may not blossom, nor fruit be on the vines; though the labor of the olive may fail, and the fields yield no food; Though the flock may be cut off from the fold, and there ice no heard in the stalls—yet I will rejoice in the Lord. I will joy in the God of my salvation. The Lord God is my strength, He will make my feet like deer's feet. And He will make me walk on my high hills."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have all been there....work, work, work and yet not enough to pay bills. The children get sick, the car breaks down, husband loses his job. Try this one...the "to do" list is long, one item started, interruption, back to item one, oops another interruption...deadline is coming up...let me try once again...interruption...attitude check. Attitude, Barb! Be thankful in all things. Do away with the negative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what the verse is talking about, no matter how bad the situation we can rejoice in the Lord. He is our strength. He will give us energy to rise above the difficult places. So yesterday was one hurdle jumped. Actually two hurdles...the last one completed at 11:30 pm...smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my enemy, Satan, is not happy I have this verse this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good weekend.&lt;br /&gt;God bless you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/840111549429246204-5830879155821791626?l=patrickbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/5830879155821791626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=840111549429246204&amp;postID=5830879155821791626&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/5830879155821791626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/5830879155821791626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/2011/11/walk-on-high-hills.html' title='Walk on High HIlls'/><author><name>Patrick, Barb, Agape and Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602701291858345363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eceJUpfeSko/S2nPTKzDHUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hW_Mb46c4As/S220/mom+and+dad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840111549429246204.post-473865898027815138</id><published>2011-11-03T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T07:55:45.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep Silence</title><content type='html'>Habakkauk 2:20 "But the Lord is in His holy temple, Let all the earth keep silence before Him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The verses prior to this, is speaking of the ridiculousness of praying and crying out to images. Many images are overlaid with gold, bronze, silver yet have no breath in them. I remember the story Patrick tells when he was a little boy and his grandmother told him how St Michel (the catholic patron in his home town) was dropped during the parade, and broke into a thousand pieces. When Patrick was older, and told his grandma he was going to quit praying to Mother Mary and the saints as they are just wood, and couldn't help him anyway. His grandmother was appalled at the disrespect he showed. So the final statement was, "Grandma, you told me that. If St. Michel can't help himself when he falls, how can he help me with my school work."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ask myself, how many times do I treat the Lord as an idol, and demand Him to "get up and do something," "do this," "when are you going to give me an answer?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is the Lord, He is Holy and I need to stand in awe of Him and keep silent before Him. This is a time of worship and not always a time of asking. It is not about me, but all about Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/840111549429246204-473865898027815138?l=patrickbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/473865898027815138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=840111549429246204&amp;postID=473865898027815138&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/473865898027815138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/473865898027815138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/2011/11/keep-silence.html' title='Keep Silence'/><author><name>Patrick, Barb, Agape and Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602701291858345363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eceJUpfeSko/S2nPTKzDHUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hW_Mb46c4As/S220/mom+and+dad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840111549429246204.post-4481254531190887548</id><published>2011-11-01T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T08:12:48.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where to Start?</title><content type='html'>It is 11:00 am and I am asking, "Where do I start?" Your question may be, "What, you are only starting your day?"&lt;br /&gt;The answer is "No." But I have been at it since 7:00 and find myself going nowhere fast. It's one of those days, "the faster I go, the be-hinder I get."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I can throw up my hands and decide the work won't get done anyway, so why try? Or I can decide to move forward step by step, and hope by this evening there will be a significant difference on the desk. Hmm, which will it be? Probably move ahead, after all I see the &lt;b&gt;deadline&lt;/b&gt; coming up all too soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I see this in relationships. We try to amend, be friendly and kind, love, or whatever the situation may be. The more we try the more contankerous the other person becomes. So many times we throw up our hands and quit trying to befriend them. But there is a deadline...our last day on earth, which we do not know when it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not mean to say to comply to every whim and wish to the one you are trying to win for Jesus. There is this thing called tough love. Love them through the difficult times. Our enemies know when we love them or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May I encourage you (and me) to continue working through the rubble of relationship, show love, be generous in kindness, and don't forget to pray for them. You may not see a big difference in a day or a year, but one day, you will be rewarded for your faithfulness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day....I will too, as I work through the piles of papers on my desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/840111549429246204-4481254531190887548?l=patrickbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/4481254531190887548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=840111549429246204&amp;postID=4481254531190887548&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/4481254531190887548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/4481254531190887548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/2011/11/where-to-start.html' title='Where to Start?'/><author><name>Patrick, Barb, Agape and Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602701291858345363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eceJUpfeSko/S2nPTKzDHUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hW_Mb46c4As/S220/mom+and+dad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840111549429246204.post-34040957409312475</id><published>2011-10-31T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T06:40:52.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Energy Drink</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: Arial;" type="cite"&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-line-break: after-white-space; -webkit-nbsp-mode: space; word-wrap: break-word;"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Cambria;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Let the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be acceptable in Your sight, O LORD, my strength and my Redeemer&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;." (Psalms 19:14 NKJV)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vitamins, minerals, protein drinks, energy drinks....ahhh these are terms we are well acquainted with these days. We are all looking for more energy and strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the verse reminds us that God is our strength. I just wonder if we would have more energy and strength if we invested more time in the Word, more time with the Lord, and less time worrying about today or tomorrow, or even yesterday for that matter. Worry can rob us of energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, Lord, may the words I speak and the thoughts I think be acceptable to you. May my day be filled with your strength, better yet, be my strength!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/840111549429246204-34040957409312475?l=patrickbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/34040957409312475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=840111549429246204&amp;postID=34040957409312475&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/34040957409312475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/34040957409312475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-energy-drink.html' title='My Energy Drink'/><author><name>Patrick, Barb, Agape and Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602701291858345363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eceJUpfeSko/S2nPTKzDHUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hW_Mb46c4As/S220/mom+and+dad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840111549429246204.post-6808731247189989939</id><published>2011-10-30T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T06:53:30.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mine Enemies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;Though I walk in the midst of trouble, thou wilt revive me: thou shalt&lt;br /&gt;stretch forth thine hand against the wrath of mine enemies, and thy&lt;br /&gt;right hand shall save me. (Psalms 138:7)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;Do you ever wake up, feeling empty and sad? No reasoning behind this. I could cry but have no reason for this either. Why the emptiness?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;When I read this verse a few minutes ago, I realized this may be an attack from my greatest enemy, satan. He will use any tactic he can to keep me from joy. He will try to empty me from joy so that he has more room for discouragement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;God promises to revive me and save me in the midst of trouble. And trouble lies in the mind. I struggle this morning to keep my thoughts on that which is joyous. I've been thinking a lot of all the "noises" around us all the time. The age of technology has brought many voices into our lives, crowding out the still small voice of the spirit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;All the more reason to "bury" myself in God's Word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;I feel like I'm just mumbling along in this post, but that's the way my mind feels, a bunch of mumbles. So it is time to get off to church and hear the Word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;The joy of the Lord is my strength!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;May you have a wonderful Lord's day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;God bless you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/840111549429246204-6808731247189989939?l=patrickbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/6808731247189989939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=840111549429246204&amp;postID=6808731247189989939&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/6808731247189989939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/6808731247189989939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/2011/10/mine-enemies.html' title='Mine Enemies'/><author><name>Patrick, Barb, Agape and Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602701291858345363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eceJUpfeSko/S2nPTKzDHUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hW_Mb46c4As/S220/mom+and+dad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840111549429246204.post-6205283792968693445</id><published>2011-10-29T04:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T04:55:27.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Way of a Child</title><content type='html'>Having 3 children in the house, serves to be interesting. "I want a cookie." &amp;nbsp;"Eat your dinner, then you can have a cookie." "But I'm not hungry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Grandma, Nate took my...." &amp;nbsp;"Grandma, Promise won't share."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We, as adults, often act as little children. We want God to give us what we want, even if it isn't good for us. We pray for things that would be to our destruction, yet get angry at God if He doesn't comply to our every whim and wish. We get angry when God blesses someone in a way that we think is way too good for them...on and on, we go acting as children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, God in His mercy continues His love toward us, teaching us to be more like Him. I was reading in Matthew this morning as Jesus answered questions or accusations. Some of his answers don't seem to really be the right answers. He really was not politically correct. But He was right. He knows the beginning from the end. Just as we know what is best for our children, and we expect them to obey and be alright with the decisions we make for them, we need to thank God for all that He chooses for us so that we can become more like Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, even in earthquakes, tornadoes, loss of jobs, homes and persecution because of our choice to follow Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is good and faithful. Today choose His way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/840111549429246204-6205283792968693445?l=patrickbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/6205283792968693445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=840111549429246204&amp;postID=6205283792968693445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/6205283792968693445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/6205283792968693445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/2011/10/way-of-child.html' title='The Way of a Child'/><author><name>Patrick, Barb, Agape and Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602701291858345363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eceJUpfeSko/S2nPTKzDHUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hW_Mb46c4As/S220/mom+and+dad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840111549429246204.post-1985663255969442465</id><published>2011-10-28T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T07:05:46.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No One Knows</title><content type='html'>As I was reading Matthew 28 this morning, a verse "jumped" out at me. Verse 27, "no one knows the Son except the&amp;nbsp;Father, Nor does anyone know the&amp;nbsp;Father&amp;nbsp;except the Son, and the one to whom the Son wills to reveal Him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading the scriptures, repenting of our sins, and giving our life to God, we really still do not know the Father or Son. This will be the grandeur of heaven, to finally see Him face to face and not through a cloudy mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is filled with noises. As wonderful as technology is, it is a noisy world—TV, cell phones, video games, iPads, and the list goes on. Even when it is all turned off, our minds continue to buzz. Is this a plan of the enemy to keep our minds filled with that which is not conducive to learning who God is, so that we will not really know Him. I'm just wondering...we have been desensitized..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this is why I get up as tired as when I went to bed...I'm not really resting. A day of rest is not really a day of rest anymore. There are things to do, places to go and people to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I love the verse following, verse 28 "Come to Me, who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest..." Ahh, rest. The Father knows our weariness. To feel His arms around me, and give me rest. His yoke is easy...a friend of mine just mentioned this week that she thinks His yoke is forgiveness, compassion and unfailing love. Oh what rest. Lord, help me bask in your rest today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/840111549429246204-1985663255969442465?l=patrickbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/1985663255969442465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=840111549429246204&amp;postID=1985663255969442465&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/1985663255969442465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/1985663255969442465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/2011/10/no-one-knows.html' title='No One Knows'/><author><name>Patrick, Barb, Agape and Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602701291858345363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eceJUpfeSko/S2nPTKzDHUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hW_Mb46c4As/S220/mom+and+dad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840111549429246204.post-1079792461327748467</id><published>2011-10-27T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T06:07:26.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Is He?</title><content type='html'>Mark 4:41 "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;And they feared exceedingly, and said to one another, “Who can this be, that even the wind and the sea obey Him!”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;I think I classify as one of Jesus' disciples. They walked with him every day, they saw the miracles, heard him teach, and yet in a moment of utter fear, &lt;b&gt;they wondered who He was&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;God has done so much for me on a daily basis, yet in those stressful moments, I find myself worrying and wondering how things are going to be. So if I worry, I must not really comprehend who Jesus is, really. Why would I ever question who Jesus is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;God has proved Himself faithful to all the prophets, disciples, Abraham, Isaac, Moses, Daniel, Joseph...the list goes on. They all suffered immensely as they served him. Yet, He was always with them. He promises He will never leave us or forsake us. He is the same yesterday, today and forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;Why question His ability to care for us? Why? Maybe it isn't only the problem with who He is, but also thinking I am more than I am. Oh now that may be where the root of the problem is..."let me just help you out a bit, God, I think I can handle it." Then things crumble into a pile of rubble, and we cry out to God to get us out of a mess once again.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;Forgive us, Lord, for not trusting you wholly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;God bless you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/840111549429246204-1079792461327748467?l=patrickbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/1079792461327748467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=840111549429246204&amp;postID=1079792461327748467&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/1079792461327748467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/1079792461327748467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/2011/10/who-is-he.html' title='Who Is He?'/><author><name>Patrick, Barb, Agape and Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602701291858345363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eceJUpfeSko/S2nPTKzDHUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hW_Mb46c4As/S220/mom+and+dad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840111549429246204.post-6427137604820981642</id><published>2011-10-26T04:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T04:31:25.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Cup of Water</title><content type='html'>Matthew 10:42 "whoever gives one of these little ones only a cup of cold water in the name of a disciple, assuredly I say to you he shall by no means lose his reward."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This verse probably means little to anyone in the states where everyone can get a drink of water whenever they want. Today it is common to see people walking around carrying bottles of water. So this verse may seem a bit odd that it would be so important to give someone a drink of water, but&amp;nbsp;in a country like Haiti, water is precious. &amp;nbsp;It is hot all the time. People walk everywhere, sometimes for hours. There is no water, and most of the time if there is water, the question is, "Is it safe to drink?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember one of my walks up the mountains of Haiti. We walked for several hours, sun beating down on us, dust flying with every step. We had walked up one mountain, our tongues parched. We hadn't had anything to drink for several hours. At the top of the mountain was a mango tree. Those mangoes were so good! They provided a bit of fluid so we could continue our walk.&amp;nbsp;We still had a few hours to walk to arrive at our destination. What a blessing when the hostess offered us some water to drink!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember Patrick telling the story when he and a group of guys were walking to a village. They had not had a drink for many hours when they spotted a house on the hill. They went there hoping to find a drink of water. The lady was pleased to serve them. When she gave the them the glass of water, they saw small "things" floating around in the water. They looked for a bit, not sure if they wanted to drink it. But they realized she had given out of her poverty. They closed their eyes, prayed, and drank the water. Refreshed they continues on their journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cup of water in the States doesn't seem like anything, and especially not to receive a reward for it. But in a parched land, a cup of water is a refreshing gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for those of us who know God's Word, We have living water, and how selfish not to share it. People need a cup of water, living water. Yes, let's give a cup of water to the thirsty, but let's not forget to give a cup of living water, God's Word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/840111549429246204-6427137604820981642?l=patrickbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/6427137604820981642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=840111549429246204&amp;postID=6427137604820981642&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/6427137604820981642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/6427137604820981642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/2011/10/cup-of-water.html' title='A Cup of Water'/><author><name>Patrick, Barb, Agape and Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602701291858345363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eceJUpfeSko/S2nPTKzDHUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hW_Mb46c4As/S220/mom+and+dad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840111549429246204.post-7644141159487868750</id><published>2011-10-25T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T07:26:27.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking</title><content type='html'>Walking can be a challenge, tiring and what I call "hobbling." But it is walking just the same. I can get from point A to B. So thankful, so good. Those of us who have problems walking, plan our steps well. Today my sister (the one who lost her husband a month ago) is have a double knee surgery. She has lived in pain for years. She has had this appointment before her husband passed away. Walking was not easy, yet she pressed forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why is it that we are so attentive when our physical bodies refuse to let us walk without pain, yet when our spiritual walk is affected, we walk on as if it isn't important?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of Ephesians 4:31-32 "Let all bitterness, wrath, anger, clamor, and evil speaking be put away from you, with all malice. And be kind to one another, tender-hearted, forgiving one another, even as God in Christ forgave you." Then Ephesians 5:2 "and walk in love, as Christ also has loved us..." He is that sweet-smelling aroma for us. We are to be like Him, follow His ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We limp along with bitterness in our hearts, refusing to forgive the pain someone caused us. We are filled with anger, but "oh well, that is what my dad was." &amp;nbsp;Jesus has set the example for us. Forgive, love, forgive, love, forgive, love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, Jesus has a better medication for our pain than the doctors do for our physical ailments. God's medication is for eternity. Medications cover the symptoms, but forgiveness and love heal the cause. They heal the heart. Not only that, if we apply God's remedy for bitterness, anger, etc. we will come out smelling good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome! We are out and about, someone looks at us and says, "You really smell good, what is it?" You're reply, "Oh that is God's love and forgiveness." That is better than someone looking at you, and wondering if you are having a "bad hair day."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good-smelling day&lt;br /&gt;God bless you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/840111549429246204-7644141159487868750?l=patrickbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/7644141159487868750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=840111549429246204&amp;postID=7644141159487868750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/7644141159487868750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/7644141159487868750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/2011/10/walking.html' title='Walking'/><author><name>Patrick, Barb, Agape and Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602701291858345363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eceJUpfeSko/S2nPTKzDHUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hW_Mb46c4As/S220/mom+and+dad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840111549429246204.post-2011503595816930662</id><published>2011-10-23T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T17:47:39.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home at Last</title><content type='html'>Being on the road since October 5, it is so good to be home again! Empty suitcases. Oh how good is home. Home with family. I enjoyed every minute while I was gone but now I'm enjoying the familiar of home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is the way heaven will be...Home at Last! No more "baggage"...just the freedom of being Home! Although, we have not arrived in Heaven, it will have the feel of familiarity. We won't need to get adjusted to it. &amp;nbsp;Best of all, Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all of you who fed us, housed us, invited us to share in your church, shared vehicles and prayed with us. We enjoyed drinking coffee together, sharing ideas, We are now energized and ready to press forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/840111549429246204-2011503595816930662?l=patrickbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/2011503595816930662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=840111549429246204&amp;postID=2011503595816930662&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/2011503595816930662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/2011503595816930662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/2011/10/home-at-last.html' title='Home at Last'/><author><name>Patrick, Barb, Agape and Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602701291858345363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eceJUpfeSko/S2nPTKzDHUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hW_Mb46c4As/S220/mom+and+dad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840111549429246204.post-6466728956867844304</id><published>2011-10-21T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T15:02:34.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lesson of the Tarantula</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Haiti has many tarantulas. For those of you who are not familiar with this "spider", it is big, black, furry and not friendly looking. I have met up with many tarantulas during my years in Haiti. My last encounter was before the 2nd story of the building in the village was complete. I had gone upstairs to enjoy the sky since there wasn't a roof yet. My reward for this was a nice sized tarantula at the top of the stairs. It is difficult to Kill them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;As I stood there, I had to make a decision...jump over it or wait until someone would rescue me. :) I opted to jump it since in reality I was bigger. It just looked big. Isn't that the way problems are? We see them bigger than they are. Anyway, today on FaceBook I found this lesson on the tarantula. I thought it worth sharing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;"Zaryen is the Creole word for tarantula.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;“One side has four legs. The other side has three legs. That means if that spider [tarantula] lost one leg, his life still continues. You can do everything like you with only two legs," he explained."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wilfried Macena&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;This is a lesson on being an amputee. &amp;nbsp;Yes, there are adjustments, but just like the spider, life goes on. I can do many things that I never thought possible. I'm still learning, and hope to continue learning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;God bless you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/840111549429246204-6466728956867844304?l=patrickbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/6466728956867844304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=840111549429246204&amp;postID=6466728956867844304&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/6466728956867844304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/6466728956867844304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/2011/10/lesson-of-tarantula.html' title='The Lesson of the Tarantula'/><author><name>Patrick, Barb, Agape and Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602701291858345363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eceJUpfeSko/S2nPTKzDHUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hW_Mb46c4As/S220/mom+and+dad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840111549429246204.post-2992884918803834308</id><published>2011-10-20T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T17:20:07.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A few more days</title><content type='html'>A few more days then home. A few more meetings, a wedding, babysitting, then home. It is so fun to have all 3 grandchildren and our 2 children with us here in Sarasota. The missing link is our son-in-law. He tried to come, but was unable to get away from work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praising God over and over again that during these 2 1/2 weeks on the road, I have had no pain. The prosthesis is fitting well. So wonderful to walk without pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many times it is easy to think that when our days aren't going so good, then God isn't blessing us. But I find that those moments are when He is pulling for me. He is stretching my faith. He is molding me to be more like Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like my mind is in a mumble, interruptions are on the list. And now, it is time to go put the grandchildren to bed. Precious moments when I get to read to them, pray with them and kiss them good-night. This is one interruption that is so sweet. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your prayers and encouragement during my travels. I truly enjoyed it, and felt like I am finally being able to do a part of the ministry that I truly enjoy doing—meeting people, sharing God's faithfulness and love. We are blessed to have you as a part of the ministry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/840111549429246204-2992884918803834308?l=patrickbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/2992884918803834308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=840111549429246204&amp;postID=2992884918803834308&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/2992884918803834308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/2992884918803834308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/2011/10/few-more-days.html' title='A few more days'/><author><name>Patrick, Barb, Agape and Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602701291858345363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eceJUpfeSko/S2nPTKzDHUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hW_Mb46c4As/S220/mom+and+dad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840111549429246204.post-2204787987080844692</id><published>2011-10-15T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T14:23:38.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Abiding in Him</title><content type='html'>John 15:4&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;"&gt;"Abide in Me, and I in you. As the branch cannot bear fruit of itself, unless it abides in the vine, neither can you, unless you abide in Me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;"&gt;We, Tammy and I, have been traveling for 10 days. Living out of a suitcase. But out of a suitcase or in our homes, we are commanded to abide in Jesus. If we live life outside of Jesus, we are not producing fruit. Fruit? Yes, sharing Jesus with others, fruit of the spirit—love, joy, peace, long-suffering..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;"&gt;No matter where we are or where we live, the true living comes in abiding in Jesus. God has allowed us to meet many people on this trip. My prayer is that we left a sweet aroma of "fruit" with each one. We have been so blessed and have experienced more than we could ask or think of asking.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;"&gt;Our abiding in Him is a living relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;"&gt;Where do you abide? Are you abiding in Jesus, or only in your house? Houses fall, houses shake, but Jesus never does. There is no abiding as sweet as abiding in Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;"&gt;God bless you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/840111549429246204-2204787987080844692?l=patrickbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/2204787987080844692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=840111549429246204&amp;postID=2204787987080844692&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/2204787987080844692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/2204787987080844692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/2011/10/abiding-in-him.html' title='Abiding in Him'/><author><name>Patrick, Barb, Agape and Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602701291858345363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eceJUpfeSko/S2nPTKzDHUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hW_Mb46c4As/S220/mom+and+dad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840111549429246204.post-7932038857390361173</id><published>2011-10-12T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T14:04:52.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On the Road</title><content type='html'>I just wanted to touch base with my blog family. Traveling is going very well. I'm walking without pain which is a wonderful blessing. We (Tammy, my traveling companion &amp;amp; I) have visited different areas in Indiana. God has given us the joy of connecting with old friends, and blessed us with new friends. What a blessing you all have been to us. We have laughed with you, cried with you, hugged you, and are already sad to know our time is almost here to return home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will blog again when I have a moment with internet. Thank you for your prayers and love to keep us on our traveling road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and God has given us the beautiful array of fall colors. The leaves are beautiful. This is an add-on blessing. Thank you God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time, God bless you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/840111549429246204-7932038857390361173?l=patrickbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/7932038857390361173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=840111549429246204&amp;postID=7932038857390361173&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/7932038857390361173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/7932038857390361173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/2011/10/on-road.html' title='On the Road'/><author><name>Patrick, Barb, Agape and Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602701291858345363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eceJUpfeSko/S2nPTKzDHUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hW_Mb46c4As/S220/mom+and+dad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840111549429246204.post-8462127785729573736</id><published>2011-10-05T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T07:55:17.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Compassion</title><content type='html'>Matthew 9: 36 "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;"&gt;But when He saw the multitudes, He was moved with compassion for them, because they were weary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;"&gt;and scattered, like sheep having no shepherd."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I was reminded again of Jesus' love for all mankind. When he saw the crowd, going about as sheep without a shepherd he was filled with compassion. This is the picture of people without the Lord, and even sometimes Christians who are living as if there is no God. Sheep without a shepherd go astray. Jesus did not respond, "Well, if you don't believe what I tell you, then you deserve to go astray." No, He was moved with compassion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question is, "Am I also moved with compassion when I see people walking in despair without the Lord?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I want to be compassionate to those who are without a shepherd. Today I want to see each opportunity that God places before me. Today is an opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, remember I will be traveling, so blogging will probably not be on a daily basis. Pray for God's glory to be magnified with every meeting I have, with every person God places before me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/840111549429246204-8462127785729573736?l=patrickbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/8462127785729573736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=840111549429246204&amp;postID=8462127785729573736&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/8462127785729573736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/8462127785729573736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/2011/10/compassion.html' title='Compassion'/><author><name>Patrick, Barb, Agape and Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602701291858345363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eceJUpfeSko/S2nPTKzDHUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hW_Mb46c4As/S220/mom+and+dad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840111549429246204.post-1795821402578630169</id><published>2011-10-04T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T12:11:32.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trauma or Treasure</title><content type='html'>I received another prosthesis today. It is so small, finally my "permanent one." &amp;nbsp;I have heard those words before and a few months later my leg is so small &amp;nbsp;and ready for another prosthesis. So I asked the doctor what we'll do if I shrink again, and his reply with a smile, "we'll do what we've always done, give you another one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a treasure that was caused by a trauma. For you see, we cannot stay in the trauma mode. We move on. God never meant for us to stay on the rubble pile. It has been a long road to this point, but God has provided medical help all along the way. This is a treasure, and so is my new prosthesis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have other treasures...enjoying Patrick again after has 3 week absence. We are having special chat moments before my take off tomorrow. Pray for my 12 days on the road...conference, speaking engagements, and visiting family. &amp;nbsp;I will blog as I have opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are in a trauma today, look for the treasure within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romans 8:28 "For all things work together for good, to those who love God and are called according to His purpose."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/840111549429246204-1795821402578630169?l=patrickbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/1795821402578630169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=840111549429246204&amp;postID=1795821402578630169&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/1795821402578630169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/1795821402578630169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/2011/10/trauma-or-treasure.html' title='Trauma or Treasure'/><author><name>Patrick, Barb, Agape and Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602701291858345363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eceJUpfeSko/S2nPTKzDHUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hW_Mb46c4As/S220/mom+and+dad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840111549429246204.post-7089537866048292860</id><published>2011-10-02T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T14:28:00.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Working Together</title><content type='html'>The teaching this morning was in Nehemiah 4-5, showing us how the men worked together to rebuild the walls of Jerusalem. When opposition came, some were chosen to watch for enemies while others built the walls. One of the verses state that they worked with one hand and held a sword in another. Now that is multi-tasking. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a perfect picture of what God wants from the church. When we are a part of a church, we are no longer alone. We need to work together, pray together, and hold the arms of our brothers and sisters as we fight the good fight together. We cannot fight alone. We need each other. There is too much independency in the church. Each man to his own...we are a body and the members each have a ministry but we all need each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If the men would not have worked together, the walls would not have been completed. This would have been what their enemies wanted. The walls of Jerusalem would not have been good for enemies. And so it is with us, the enemy does not want us to build the church. Satan wants to destroy us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's stand together!! It is the only way for God's work to be completed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God bless you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/840111549429246204-7089537866048292860?l=patrickbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/7089537866048292860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=840111549429246204&amp;postID=7089537866048292860&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/7089537866048292860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/7089537866048292860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/2011/10/working-together.html' title='Working Together'/><author><name>Patrick, Barb, Agape and Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602701291858345363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eceJUpfeSko/S2nPTKzDHUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hW_Mb46c4As/S220/mom+and+dad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840111549429246204.post-9070493122310446192</id><published>2011-09-30T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T15:47:29.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Count Down</title><content type='html'>Count down: 3 more days until Patrick is home!! He has been gone 3 weeks. I'm so thankful we can still be a part of the work in Haiti. Truly a blessing. Schools will be opening in a couple weeks. Patrick was able to buy books for the schools, as well as uniforms. Always a big job.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Count down: 4 more days—Tuesday morning I'm to receive my next prosthesis. Amazing how quickly I go to smaller sizes. I am praying this one will be a perfect fit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Count down: 5 more days before I take off to Indiana for 12 days. Meetings, a conference, fun with sisters and mom and family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Count down: Today—is the day of salvation. Today is all we are promised. Today we are blessed. Today...we do not know when our Lord returns, be ready and waiting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God bless you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/840111549429246204-9070493122310446192?l=patrickbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/9070493122310446192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=840111549429246204&amp;postID=9070493122310446192&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/9070493122310446192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/9070493122310446192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/2011/09/count-down.html' title='Count Down'/><author><name>Patrick, Barb, Agape and Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602701291858345363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eceJUpfeSko/S2nPTKzDHUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hW_Mb46c4As/S220/mom+and+dad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840111549429246204.post-4537717664919137282</id><published>2011-09-29T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T15:02:48.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's Treasure</title><content type='html'>How was your day—trauma or treasure? My day started with a definite treasure. I was invited to accompany my mother (90 years old) to a mother/daughter event. I'm so thrilled, for you see, living far away I miss out on these things often.  I will be in Indiana, and she needed a daughter to go with her, I am honored and blessed.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was also a treasure to have Billy,  Debbie, and their 3 boys here for the night. This morning Agape took them to the airport on their way to Haiti, not to visit, but moving there!!  It was wonderful to be a part of their move. They will be living in Mayette. Billy will be working with the farmers. We are thrilled to have them in the village.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love how God tucks treasures into our lives, and sometimes surprisingly so. Just at the moment when we need them...These treasures are eternal, they can't rust, be stolen. But we can share them and lay up treasures in Heaven. Isn't this exciting?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do hope you had treasures today. God is everlastingly good and wonderful!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God bless you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/840111549429246204-4537717664919137282?l=patrickbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/4537717664919137282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=840111549429246204&amp;postID=4537717664919137282&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/4537717664919137282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/4537717664919137282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/2011/09/todays-treasure.html' title='Today&apos;s Treasure'/><author><name>Patrick, Barb, Agape and Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602701291858345363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eceJUpfeSko/S2nPTKzDHUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hW_Mb46c4As/S220/mom+and+dad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840111549429246204.post-6648707193106315891</id><published>2011-09-28T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T07:28:30.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Time</title><content type='html'>Colossians 4:5 "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Walk in wisdom toward those who are outside, redeeming the time."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Schedules, phone calls, appointments, interruptions...can you relate? In all this muddle, how am I supposed to redeem the time? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A few definitions of redeem is to buy, pay back, or exchange. How can we buy back our time? We may not be able to buy it back, but we can exchange it. We can change what we do with our time. In the midst of all the schedules, we can redeem the time. We can assess how we use our time, and begin by eliminating those things that God is not calling us to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;God will NEVER give you more to do than He gives you time to accomplish it. So if you hear yourself saying, "I need to do ...but just don't have the time," then check your to-do list and see what it is that God has not appointed you to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;One thing that really helps is to start your day with the Lord. All day long talk to the Lord. Stay focused on the Lord. Just maybe we will see where our overloaded schedules can be arranged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Have fun...you and the Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;God bless you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/840111549429246204-6648707193106315891?l=patrickbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/6648707193106315891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=840111549429246204&amp;postID=6648707193106315891&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/6648707193106315891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/6648707193106315891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-time.html' title='My Time'/><author><name>Patrick, Barb, Agape and Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602701291858345363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eceJUpfeSko/S2nPTKzDHUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hW_Mb46c4As/S220/mom+and+dad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840111549429246204.post-3304097725600672652</id><published>2011-09-26T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T17:33:47.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Peacefully Sleep</title><content type='html'>Psalm 4:8 "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica; font-size: 12px; "&gt;I will both lie down in peace, and &lt;span class="criteria" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;sleep&lt;/span&gt;; For You alone, O LORD, make me dwell in safety."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica; font-size: 12px; "&gt;I looked at Agape this evening and see a fatigue. He has not had a full night's sleep since Thursday night. We are so thankful Zion is on his way back to health. As I thought about how tired we all are, I remembered this verse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica; font-size: 12px; "&gt;I must admit Saturday night I did not lay down in peace. I was so concerned about Zion. I prayed, then "worried". That is not a good combination. I should have prayed and rested in peace. Oh how easy it is to forget that God doesn't slumber nor sleep. He keeps us in His safety.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica; font-size: 12px; "&gt;Peaceful sleep. Sounds so good. But I also have found that sleepless nights are excellent talk times with the Lord. Talking to the Shepherd is so much better than counting sheep. Another "sleepless" exercise that I have used many times is praying for people through the alphabet. Start with names that start with the letter "A", and work your way through the alphabet, praying for each person. I have never gotten through the alphabet before I fell asleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica; font-size: 12px; "&gt;So tonight if you are experiencing sleepless nights, talk to the Shepherd. He listens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica; font-size: 12px; "&gt;God bless you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/840111549429246204-3304097725600672652?l=patrickbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/3304097725600672652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=840111549429246204&amp;postID=3304097725600672652&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/3304097725600672652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/3304097725600672652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/2011/09/peacefully-sleep.html' title='Peacefully Sleep'/><author><name>Patrick, Barb, Agape and Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602701291858345363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eceJUpfeSko/S2nPTKzDHUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hW_Mb46c4As/S220/mom+and+dad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840111549429246204.post-4821230014023808572</id><published>2011-09-25T08:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T09:22:51.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgive as we Forgive</title><content type='html'>This morning is a different Sunday morning...Agape is in the ER with his little one. Zion has been sick since yesterday but by this morning he was too sick. Pray for him. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My reading this morning was in Matthew 6. I'm sure you all know this chapter, what we commonly know as the Lord's prayer. It is really the prayer outline Jesus used to teach the disciples how to pray. Why wouldn't they have known how to pray? They were Jews and had frequented the temple. They knew how to take their sacrificial gift to the priest. So why ask Jesus to teach them how to pray? I believe they saw answers to Jesus's prayers. They felt power in His prayers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And you? How do we pray to get results? Prayer is about God, His glory. My prayers are not for selfish purposes. It is not a bandaid to put on my hurts. It is to place my total trust in God, knowing that He hears my groaning, and desires to give me what is best for me. Not always what I "want", but what will bring me to be more like Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jesus taught the disciples to ask God to forgive their trespasses as they forgive others. That is profound. How do we forgive those who have done us wrong? Hold a grudge? Refuse to speak to them? Turn our backs? If we honestly pray for God to forgive us, then we best be willing to forgive others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God's unconditional love forgives me. Do I deserve forgiveness? No, but for the grace of God I would be lost. Do those who have hurt me deserve to be forgiven? Probably not, but if God can forgive me, why should I not forgive others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is is freedom in forgiveness. When you forgive others (even if they don't ask for it), then you free to work in them and you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God is ever Good and faithful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God bless you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/840111549429246204-4821230014023808572?l=patrickbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/4821230014023808572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=840111549429246204&amp;postID=4821230014023808572&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/4821230014023808572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/4821230014023808572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/2011/09/forgive-as-we-forgive.html' title='Forgive as we Forgive'/><author><name>Patrick, Barb, Agape and Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602701291858345363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eceJUpfeSko/S2nPTKzDHUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hW_Mb46c4As/S220/mom+and+dad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840111549429246204.post-7235178535130013158</id><published>2011-09-23T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T11:29:30.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 16.0px 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: large; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 16px/normal 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;As I was "house-cleaning" my computer I came across this writing that I had saved a long time ago. Reading it again, and remembered Sam, my brother-in-law who passed away 2 weeks ago. He was an organ donor. Because of his death, 63 people found life. He was a man of God --God first, his wife and family, and then others. He always had time for others in need. We will remember Sam. He will be missed. Even in his death, he was a blessing to others. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-size: large; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 16px/normal 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;b&gt;To Remember Me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 4px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Give my sight to the man who has never seen a sunrise, a baby’s face or love in the eyes of a woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 4px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Give my heart to a person whose own heart has caused nothing but endless days of pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 4px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Give my blood to a teenager who was pulled from the wreckage of his car, so that he might live to see his grandchildren play.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 4px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Give my kidneys to the one who depends on a machine to exist from week to week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 4px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Give my bones, my every muscle, every fiber and nerve in my body and find a way to make a crippled child walk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 4px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If you must bury something, let it be my faults, weaknesses, and prejudices against my fellowman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 4px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Give my sins to the devil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 4px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Give my soul to God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 4px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If by chance, you wish to remember me, do it with a kind deed or word to someone who needs you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If you do all I have asked, then I will live forever. (&lt;i&gt;Robert N Test  Gift of Hope)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/840111549429246204-7235178535130013158?l=patrickbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/7235178535130013158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=840111549429246204&amp;postID=7235178535130013158&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/7235178535130013158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/7235178535130013158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/2011/09/remember-me.html' title='Remember Me'/><author><name>Patrick, Barb, Agape and Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602701291858345363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eceJUpfeSko/S2nPTKzDHUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hW_Mb46c4As/S220/mom+and+dad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840111549429246204.post-8405852044995315618</id><published>2011-09-22T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T15:10:36.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leave Your Gift</title><content type='html'>Matthew 5:23-24 "Therefore if you bring your gift to the altar, and there remember that your brother has something against you, leave your gift there before the altar, and go your way. First be reconciled with our brother, and then come and offer your gift."&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Leaving our gift at the altar may not make much sense to us, but it certainly did to the crowd that Jesus was talking to. They knew what it meant to bring a lamb for a sin offering to the temple. Today we do not go through the priest to offer our gifts for sins. We can now go directly to our Father through Jesus, our High Priest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what is this about, how do we relate to this teaching? For me personally, I believe if I come to worship the Lord and offer my praise to Him, but remember someone has something against me, I need to go to that person and try to make peace.  I cannot force the other person to love me or forgive me. But I can do my part so God can work in their heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obedience to God's word brings blessings and victory!  Leave your gift and be a blessing to someone who doesn't love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/840111549429246204-8405852044995315618?l=patrickbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/8405852044995315618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=840111549429246204&amp;postID=8405852044995315618&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/8405852044995315618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/8405852044995315618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/2011/09/leave-your-gift.html' title='Leave Your Gift'/><author><name>Patrick, Barb, Agape and Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602701291858345363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eceJUpfeSko/S2nPTKzDHUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hW_Mb46c4As/S220/mom+and+dad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840111549429246204.post-1196027564625558629</id><published>2011-09-21T05:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T05:41:05.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Grass and me</title><content type='html'>I woke up this morning with some real concerns on my mind. Actually I went to bed with them on my mind. Just not sure how God is going to fix "this one." All I knew is that it needs to be fixed. But how? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I opened email, and I found this: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote type="cite" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;div style="word-wrap: break-word; -webkit-nbsp-mode: space; -webkit-line-break: after-white-space; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote type="cite"&gt;&lt;div style="word-wrap: break-word; -webkit-nbsp-mode: space; -webkit-line-break: after-white-space; "&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;You may be making matters worse by adding imaginary worries about tomorrow to the weight of real concern to live by faith in a holy and wise way today!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;If then God so clothes the grass, which today is in the field and tomorrow is thrown into the oven, how much more will He clothe you, O you of little faith?&lt;/i&gt; (Luke 12:28 NKJV)&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;If God takes care of the grass in the field, don’t you think he’ll take care of you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Cambria; font-weight: normal; "&gt;Worry is a tormenting emotion that focuses on things that have not yet happened and may never happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; It robs us of time, energy, and even our health. It causes self-focus; even self-absorption. Jesus makes the opposite point. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: green; "&gt;God cares enough about the grass of the field to clothe it with rich colors and flowers and at the end of the day it is thrown into the fire. How much more does he care for you; the very person he sent his son to die for? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;(R. Moore)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="word-wrap: break-word; -webkit-nbsp-mode: space; -webkit-line-break: after-white-space; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote type="cite"&gt;&lt;div style="word-wrap: break-word; -webkit-nbsp-mode: space; -webkit-line-break: after-white-space; "&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; "&gt;These thoughts were shared with me by Roy Coy. If God clothes the grass and the flowers, how is it that I think He wouldn't care for me. "Lord forgive my worries! When I'm tempted to worry, set my eyes on the grass to remind me how Great You are."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="word-wrap: break-word; -webkit-nbsp-mode: space; -webkit-line-break: after-white-space; "&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; "&gt;God bless you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&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/840111549429246204-1196027564625558629?l=patrickbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/1196027564625558629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=840111549429246204&amp;postID=1196027564625558629&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/1196027564625558629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/1196027564625558629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/2011/09/grass-and-me.html' title='The Grass and me'/><author><name>Patrick, Barb, Agape and Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602701291858345363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eceJUpfeSko/S2nPTKzDHUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hW_Mb46c4As/S220/mom+and+dad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840111549429246204.post-6896247023971875972</id><published>2011-09-20T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T14:58:25.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Revelation Song</title><content type='html'>Revelation 4:8 &amp;amp; 11 "Holy, holy holy, Lord God Almighty, Who was and is and is to come! You are worthy, O Lord, To receive glory and honor and power. For You created all things, and by your will they exist and were created."&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Revelation Song is one of my all time favorite worship songs. I feel it takes me into Heaven. I try to imagine the holiness and glory of God. My imagination is too feeble to see something so powerful. One of the phrases in the song is "with all creation I'll sing, I'll adore you." I really cannot fathom all creation singing God's praises.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now we see creation groaning for its redemption. Even creation knows that its creation was by God, and it has been touted by sin. We see more and more of the "groaning" with all the hurricanes, floods, earthquakes, etc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How wonderful when we are all in the presence of our Savior and creation will sing with us. What a praise service, unending praise. We will sing praises we have never heard. We will worship as we never have before...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because then, we will see clearly and not through a clouded mirror. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God bless you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/840111549429246204-6896247023971875972?l=patrickbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/6896247023971875972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=840111549429246204&amp;postID=6896247023971875972&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/6896247023971875972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/6896247023971875972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/2011/09/revelation-song.html' title='Revelation Song'/><author><name>Patrick, Barb, Agape and Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602701291858345363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eceJUpfeSko/S2nPTKzDHUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hW_Mb46c4As/S220/mom+and+dad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840111549429246204.post-9222693842816874160</id><published>2011-09-19T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T16:18:14.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Blueprint</title><content type='html'>A continuation of thoughts from yesterday's blog on Nehemiah. The book of Nehemiah is a shows the relationship he had with God to accomplish the passion he felt in his heart. It is a challenge to see how much time he invested into prayer before putting his plan  into action. He was a cupbearer to the king, which means he lived in the palace. But the burden for his home city and people was more powerful than all his comforts.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The pastor reminded us yesterday that when Nehemiah returned to build the walls in Jerusalem, he lost his title, his honor, his job, security and comfort. Do these things hold you back from doing what God is calling you to do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What holds precedence in our hearts? Do we put limits on God as to what He can call us to do? I do know from experience that when God calls us for a work, it means leaving what feels secure to us. Why is that? I believe it is so that we trust Him and not ourselves. But I also know that through obedience, we learn more of who God is and how to walk closer with Him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Incidentally, in case you missed it, I didn't say anything about it being easy. I really meant it when I said leaving our comfort zone. The blessings are on the "stormy sea." The blessings are when the basket only has 2 small fish and a little bread. The blessings are when you are alone, very alone. You can hear God speaking clearly. My list could go on and on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God does have a blueprint for your life and mine. He sees the beginning and the end. Let's allow  Him do His work in our life. There is nothing in this life that is worth more than God's Blueprint.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God bless you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/840111549429246204-9222693842816874160?l=patrickbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/9222693842816874160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=840111549429246204&amp;postID=9222693842816874160&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/9222693842816874160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/9222693842816874160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/2011/09/gods-blueprint.html' title='God&apos;s Blueprint'/><author><name>Patrick, Barb, Agape and Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602701291858345363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eceJUpfeSko/S2nPTKzDHUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hW_Mb46c4As/S220/mom+and+dad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840111549429246204.post-2390504138356815486</id><published>2011-09-18T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T16:42:21.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>His Peace</title><content type='html'>Isaiah 26:3 "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica; font-size: 12px; "&gt;You will keep him in perfect peace, Whose &lt;span class="criteria" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;mind&lt;/span&gt; is stayed on You, Because he trusts in You."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica; font-size: 12px; "&gt;Today my mind is a jumble. Trying to keep my mind on Him. Then "things" show up in my mind again. I feel like I'm being torn in a dozen in different directions. And yet, there is only One direction. The Lord is that direction. He is that peace. It seems to allude me, peace that is. I keep asking if I made some wrong decisions. The enemy is attacking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica; font-size: 12px; "&gt;I love this verse. I will have peace if my mind is cemented on Him. Precious peace. You know when my peace is gone? When I have my eyes on the situation and not on the God of the situation. Yes, that and praying. Praying fervently for every detail. Praying without ceasing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;Today's teaching was so good. We are starting the book of Nehemiah. The point that spoke loudly to me was the amount of time that Nehemiah spent in fasting and prayer before he took steps to go to Jerusalem to repair the city walls. That was his ambition. His heart. Yet he spent many days in prayer to know that he knows that God was leading him in this work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;Lord, help me to spend time with you in every turn of the road. My heart desires for You to use my ambitions for Your Glory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;God bless you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/840111549429246204-2390504138356815486?l=patrickbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/2390504138356815486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=840111549429246204&amp;postID=2390504138356815486&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/2390504138356815486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/2390504138356815486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/2011/09/his-peace_18.html' title='His Peace'/><author><name>Patrick, Barb, Agape and Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602701291858345363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eceJUpfeSko/S2nPTKzDHUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hW_Mb46c4As/S220/mom+and+dad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840111549429246204.post-2370712924138474909</id><published>2011-09-17T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T18:14:57.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What separates you?</title><content type='html'>Romans 8:38-39&lt;i&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica; "&gt;For I am persuaded that neither death nor life, nor angels nor principalities nor powers, nor things present nor things to come, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica; "&gt;nor height nor depth, nor any other created thing, shall be able to separate us from the love of God which is in Christ Jesus our Lord."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica; "&gt;Separation! Oh so difficult, rending our hearts in half when we lose loved ones. This past week I had several messages from friends who have lost family members. But that need not be the final separation. We have a God who loves us more than we can imagine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica; "&gt;Imagine that nothing can separate us from God's love! We cannot hide from it nor run from it. God sees us where we are. I cannot imagine that nothingness. Do I believe it? Absolutely! But, nothing! We have so many conditions for our love, do we not? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;font-size:100%;"&gt;The highest mountain top or the lowest valley will not separate us from God's love. He is that awesome! At the funeral service, there was a video clip of Sam and Edith's life together. Sam, being a collector of eagles, they had a clip of an eagle flying high above the earth around a mountain peak. It was beautiful and gave a sense of freedom. And God's love does give us freedom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;font-size:100%;"&gt;My question is: What is it that separates you from God's love? You may think you have done too many things to deserve his love. This is a lie. We do not deserve it, but God through His grace loves us so much. He takes pleasure in loving us. Enjoy the freedom as an eagle. Live in the love of God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;font-size:100%;"&gt;Yes, there are still problems, but God will take us through each part of suffering He chooses for our life. Do we know what is ahead? No. But we do know that God has promised never to leave us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;font-size:100%;"&gt;God loves you more than you can ever imagine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;font-size:100%;"&gt;God bless you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/840111549429246204-2370712924138474909?l=patrickbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/2370712924138474909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=840111549429246204&amp;postID=2370712924138474909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/2370712924138474909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/2370712924138474909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/2011/09/what-separates-you.html' title='What separates you?'/><author><name>Patrick, Barb, Agape and Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602701291858345363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eceJUpfeSko/S2nPTKzDHUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hW_Mb46c4As/S220/mom+and+dad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840111549429246204.post-561861620584624661</id><published>2011-09-16T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T14:27:09.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We Have Hope</title><content type='html'>James 4:14 "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;whereas you do not know what will happen tomorrow. For what is your &lt;span class="criteria" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;life&lt;/span&gt;? It is even a vapor that appears for a little time and then vanishes away."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This week has been a reminder that truly our life is as vapor. It is here today and gone "tomorrow." So often we hear remarks like, "I will live for God later, I'm not ready yet." We do not have tomorrow. We do not have but the moment we live in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;If we are God's child, then we have hope of eternal life in the presence of Jesus. We are not hopeless people. In Christ we live and in Christ we die. God preserves His saints.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We miss those who have left us behind. Our hearts ache, but we know they are in glory and would not desire to return to earth. Let us finish our journey as God called us. Let's walk worthily until God chooses to call us Home. Our hearts should yearn for Heaven. We are foreigners on this earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;They that wait upon the Lord...shall be renewed. Praise the Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;God bless you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/840111549429246204-561861620584624661?l=patrickbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/561861620584624661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=840111549429246204&amp;postID=561861620584624661&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/561861620584624661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/561861620584624661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/2011/09/we-have-hope.html' title='We Have Hope'/><author><name>Patrick, Barb, Agape and Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602701291858345363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eceJUpfeSko/S2nPTKzDHUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hW_Mb46c4As/S220/mom+and+dad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840111549429246204.post-5839269056276827596</id><published>2011-09-15T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T18:45:39.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Home</title><content type='html'>Thank you for all your prayers and notes of encouragement. Although a sad time, it was also a time of rejoicing that one of God's children went to be with his Father. God granted peace in the midst of sorrow.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the highlights was the final song at the celebration of life service—"I Can Only Imagine." Powerful message. Sam's son, gave the service message. Also very powerful. Challenging each of us not waste our life here, but to know where our final destination is. Knowing that we love God more than anything else. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am tired, and will try to write again tomorrow. Praising God for a good flight and His protection for all those who traveled for the funeral.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Praise God from whom all blessings flow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God bless you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/840111549429246204-5839269056276827596?l=patrickbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/5839269056276827596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=840111549429246204&amp;postID=5839269056276827596&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/5839269056276827596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/5839269056276827596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/2011/09/im-home.html' title='I&apos;m Home'/><author><name>Patrick, Barb, Agape and Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602701291858345363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eceJUpfeSko/S2nPTKzDHUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hW_Mb46c4As/S220/mom+and+dad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840111549429246204.post-6973929606661568167</id><published>2011-09-10T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T18:53:05.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HIs Peace</title><content type='html'>John 14:27 "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica; font-size: 12px; "&gt;"&lt;span class="criteria"&gt;Peace&lt;/span&gt; I leave with you, My &lt;span class="criteria"&gt;peace&lt;/span&gt; I give to you; not as the world gives do I give to you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;The disciples were troubled with the news Jesus was telling them concerning Him leaving them. But He assured them that His peace will always be with them. They need not be afraid. It isn't the same peace as the world knows. This peace is a deep settled confidence that God can be trusted in all our life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;And that is where the comfort comes this week, since the passing of my brother in law. Even though, the experience is a shock. But deep within lies a peace. A peace that Sam is now in the presence of the Lord. A peace knowing that God will not leave us comfortless. He is here with us. He will walk with us through this valley of death. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;It is physical death, but life eternal. We will miss Sam immensely. The ache in our hearts will need healing, time. But the peace is there. A deep settled peace. A sort of quiet peace. A peace the world cannot understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;I may not be posting for the next several days. I will return if God wills. But will be traveling to Indiana for the funeral. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;God bless you. Please pray for Edith and the children. Pray God's comforting wings to hold them up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/840111549429246204-6973929606661568167?l=patrickbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/6973929606661568167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=840111549429246204&amp;postID=6973929606661568167&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/6973929606661568167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/6973929606661568167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/2011/09/his-peace.html' title='HIs Peace'/><author><name>Patrick, Barb, Agape and Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602701291858345363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eceJUpfeSko/S2nPTKzDHUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hW_Mb46c4As/S220/mom+and+dad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840111549429246204.post-5565575703012370773</id><published>2011-09-09T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T16:19:49.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sad Day</title><content type='html'>The only verse that continually bombards my mind is "...The Lord gives and the Lord takes away. Blessed be the Name of the Lord." Job 1:21b&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our day started with the news that my brother-in-law (my youngest sister's husband) passed away very suddenly. He was at work. Our hearts are aching and breaking. But again we know God has his purpose in who He calls home.  God is good even in these time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Job in all his suffering, he lost all 10 children in one sweep. And yet he could praise the Lord. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please pray for my sister, their children and grandchildren.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God bless you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/840111549429246204-5565575703012370773?l=patrickbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/5565575703012370773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=840111549429246204&amp;postID=5565575703012370773&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/5565575703012370773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/5565575703012370773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/2011/09/sad-day.html' title='A Sad Day'/><author><name>Patrick, Barb, Agape and Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602701291858345363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eceJUpfeSko/S2nPTKzDHUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hW_Mb46c4As/S220/mom+and+dad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840111549429246204.post-5563750414439566377</id><published>2011-09-08T05:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T05:56:39.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My God is Sufficient</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Corinthians 3:5 "Not that we are sufficient of ourselves to think of anything as being from ourselves, but our sufficiency is from God."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For days now, I have wondered how all our our bills will be paid. Then I see the list of things "needed" and I wonder. Now I'm sure we are not the only ones in this situation. Someone may say, "The way God has brought you through everything, you wonder?"  I bow my head in shame. I need not wonder the "how." God has always supplied our needs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I see a pattern in my life. God seldom shows me the answers of prayers way ahead of time. He answers at the time of need.  I can rest in His suffiency. But we all know, our enemy, Satan would have us worry and look on the problem. As long as we have our eyes on the problem, our eyes are not on the Lord. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This verse is a reminder that we are as infants. We cannot fend for ourselves. Without God, we are useless creatures. But God is our sufficiency in the good of life or bad. In the hard times or good. He is sufficient. He is good and faithful. He will take care of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But you may ask, "what about those times when I lose my home and my job?" He is still caring for us. He is molding us to be more like Him through these times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's take Him at His word and know that He is our all sufficiency today. He is Good and He is faithful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God bless you&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/840111549429246204-5563750414439566377?l=patrickbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/5563750414439566377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=840111549429246204&amp;postID=5563750414439566377&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/5563750414439566377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/5563750414439566377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-god-is-sufficient.html' title='My God is Sufficient'/><author><name>Patrick, Barb, Agape and Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602701291858345363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eceJUpfeSko/S2nPTKzDHUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hW_Mb46c4As/S220/mom+and+dad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840111549429246204.post-5456376390627227755</id><published>2011-09-06T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T19:55:55.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Presence Lord</title><content type='html'>After a busy day, the house is quiet. Grandchildren sound asleep. Listening to a worship song in Creole "Your Presence Lord" is everything to me. Comforting. His presence. He will never leave me or forsake me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So many promises in the Bible of His everlasting presence with us. He loves us. We are a blessed people. I just read or heard something the other day that made me stop in my tracks. "Every time we read God's Word we should be so amazed and overwhelmed at His infallible Word." We should never be able to read it nonchalantly. We should always be at awe at the God we serve. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Praise Him today. Praise His Name. Glorify Him. He is worthy to be praised. There is nothing, may I repeat nothing, that even comes close to deserving our praise more than our Lord!! We are a blessed people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you lay awake in bed, and sleep eludes you, praise Him. In the night watches, His voice is near. He is awake with you. Our granddaughter is amazed that God doesn't need to sleep. I think she rather likes the idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God bless you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/840111549429246204-5456376390627227755?l=patrickbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/5456376390627227755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=840111549429246204&amp;postID=5456376390627227755&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/5456376390627227755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/5456376390627227755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/2011/09/your-presence-lord.html' title='Your Presence Lord'/><author><name>Patrick, Barb, Agape and Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602701291858345363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eceJUpfeSko/S2nPTKzDHUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hW_Mb46c4As/S220/mom+and+dad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840111549429246204.post-829674035888049968</id><published>2011-09-05T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T14:26:12.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Post from Blue Bible</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace; font-size: medium; "&gt;Following is the daily quote from the Blue Bible:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:monospace;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace; font-size: medium; "&gt;"For the LORD loveth judgment, and forsaketh not his saints; they are&lt;br /&gt;preserved for ever: but the seed of the wicked shall be cut off.&lt;br /&gt;(Psalms 37:28)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eternal is the abundant life of God's people! Praise God forever! We&lt;br /&gt;shall be preserved and we shall delight in glorifying God unto&lt;br /&gt;everlasting! Hallelujah! Fear no rejection for you are His and all&lt;br /&gt;things are bound together for your good. Trust in the incredible love&lt;br /&gt;of the Lord and proceed in that same love to preach this gospel of&lt;br /&gt;preservation to the ripened fields of the lost."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace; font-size: medium; "&gt;There is nothing to add to this! It is a blessing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace; font-size: medium; "&gt;God bless you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/840111549429246204-829674035888049968?l=patrickbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/829674035888049968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=840111549429246204&amp;postID=829674035888049968&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/829674035888049968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/829674035888049968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/2011/09/post-from-blue-bible.html' title='Post from Blue Bible'/><author><name>Patrick, Barb, Agape and Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602701291858345363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eceJUpfeSko/S2nPTKzDHUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hW_Mb46c4As/S220/mom+and+dad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840111549429246204.post-8528900470258965285</id><published>2011-09-04T06:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T06:13:56.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bookends</title><content type='html'>My life is like a  bookshelf. There are books, bookends and dust. The books are each chapter in my life. The beginning has been written, but each book connects to the one before. The dust must be removed or the books will be covered with the evil surroundings. Even the very first book on the shelf is a connection to another book, one on someone else's shelf. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For you see  we are never an entity alone. We are connected to a part of history...if we like it or not. The bookends on the shelf remind me of the Beginning and End. The Alpha and Omega—the Beginning and the End. Jesus. He hold our life together. He keeps us from falling apart. If we remove the bookends most likely the books will fall over or even maybe fall of the shelf. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The arms of Jesus are like two bookends, holding us together throughout our life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So today if you feel like you are falling apart, cry out to the Alpha and Omega. He will hold you. Those books on the shelf that are very hurtful to look at, give those to the Alpha and Omega, the Beginning and the End. He will redeem your life story. He loves you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God bless you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/840111549429246204-8528900470258965285?l=patrickbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/8528900470258965285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=840111549429246204&amp;postID=8528900470258965285&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/8528900470258965285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/8528900470258965285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/2011/09/bookends.html' title='The Bookends'/><author><name>Patrick, Barb, Agape and Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602701291858345363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eceJUpfeSko/S2nPTKzDHUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hW_Mb46c4As/S220/mom+and+dad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840111549429246204.post-4582915740539037782</id><published>2011-09-02T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T12:12:59.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Have I Lost?</title><content type='html'>I am studying a book by Warren Wiersbe "Be Amazed." The story of Jonah is quite a book in that it shows the true condition of a  man when he disobeys the Lord. I mean Jonah not only disobeyed but he also got angry when the people  repented of their sins. God asked Jonah to go preach to a city of enemies. He didn't want to go as Ninevah was an enemy to the nation of Israel. So if they repent, what will his own people think of Jonah.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not so far removed from us. What do I mean? What has God asked us to do, but because we aren't sure what our friends would think, or more than that, what would the church think if we sold out for God, and really obeyed Him? Most of the time, it means getting out of our comfort box, making a step of faith, walking through the door of obedience, and not looking back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A good example of this is my husband. The day after he was saved, he went to his best friend and shared the Gospel. His friend rejected this. So Patrick told him they could never be friends again, as now he is serving God. Patrick had never been "trained" or taught this. He was not raised reading the Bible or going to Sunday School. God at the moment of his conversion "taught" him what he needed for the moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Down through the years, Patrick has often been misunderstood and has suffered for his obedience to the Word. Even the Word says we will be hated because of Jesus. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In conclusion, Wiersbe writes, Jonah lost 4 things in his disobedience—He lost the voice of God, Spiritual energy, power of prayer and his testimony. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What have you lost? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God bless you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/840111549429246204-4582915740539037782?l=patrickbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/4582915740539037782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=840111549429246204&amp;postID=4582915740539037782&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/4582915740539037782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/4582915740539037782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/2011/09/what-have-i-lost.html' title='What Have I Lost?'/><author><name>Patrick, Barb, Agape and Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602701291858345363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eceJUpfeSko/S2nPTKzDHUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hW_Mb46c4As/S220/mom+and+dad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840111549429246204.post-4018694644602031121</id><published>2011-09-01T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T12:27:51.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For I Know</title><content type='html'>What do you know for sure today? Do we know what Jonah knew?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jonah 4:2b "for I know that You are a gracious and merciful God, slow to anger and abundant in loving-kindness, One who relents from doing harm."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes obedience comes hard, but the bottom line is that we serve a gracious God. But for the grace of God, we'd all be eternally lost. We have a gift. Let's share it. Someone is waiting to hear from you and me. Although the people of Ninevah didn't know the Lord. they were ready to repent when they heard the Word of God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lord, open my eyes that I may see those you send my way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our God is awesome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God bless you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/840111549429246204-4018694644602031121?l=patrickbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/4018694644602031121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=840111549429246204&amp;postID=4018694644602031121&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/4018694644602031121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/4018694644602031121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/2011/09/for-i-know.html' title='For I Know'/><author><name>Patrick, Barb, Agape and Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602701291858345363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eceJUpfeSko/S2nPTKzDHUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hW_Mb46c4As/S220/mom+and+dad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840111549429246204.post-2254814933513344857</id><published>2011-08-31T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T17:09:13.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God is Amazing</title><content type='html'>A friend and I have been planning a trip to Indiana for a while now. Tickets were expensive and we kept returning to different sites to find fares. We prayed that God would open a door for us. Today I went to Expedia again, and the price for a ticket had dropped almost $200 per ticket!! And it had a note  "only 2 tickets left at this price." We can't stop smiling!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning one of the first thoughts were "The very hairs of your head are all numbered." Matthew 10:30. What an amazing promise! God cares about the very hair on our head. He knows everything. As one wrote, it will take all eternity for us to learn who God really is. I believe that to be true. About the time we think we can figure something out, God does something totally extra-ordinary that totally blows our minds. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So once again we go back to the thought that "His ways are not my ways or His thoughts my thoughts." So when God disciplines me or takes me through a miracle, I'm convinced that there is more to it than my eye can see or my heart can understand. God is molding me for eternity. And you too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God bless you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/840111549429246204-2254814933513344857?l=patrickbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/2254814933513344857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=840111549429246204&amp;postID=2254814933513344857&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/2254814933513344857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/2254814933513344857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/2011/08/god-is-amazing.html' title='God is Amazing'/><author><name>Patrick, Barb, Agape and Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602701291858345363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eceJUpfeSko/S2nPTKzDHUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hW_Mb46c4As/S220/mom+and+dad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840111549429246204.post-9169034634777800976</id><published>2011-08-30T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T07:32:25.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Change Again</title><content type='html'>One step forward—I now have been released from the surgeon. He was pleased with the healing of my amputation. He was pleased with my walking—even took a video of it. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the downside of the visit—I have been having a lot of pain in my wrist. Tendonitis. So I had my first cortisone shot which I wouldn't wish on anyone. And I have my wrist in a brace. So now I'm working with an arm and half! ha. Honestly it isn't so bad. I can take it off in intervals, so it is off so I can type a little. :)) Patrick thought God wanted me to know how it is to live with 1 arm. He as teasing. Doctor thinks this happened from having to use my walker so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Patrick is preparing to go to Haiti. This will be a very busy trip for him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God is forever good..His grace is an indescribable gift&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God bless you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/840111549429246204-9169034634777800976?l=patrickbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/9169034634777800976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=840111549429246204&amp;postID=9169034634777800976&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/9169034634777800976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/9169034634777800976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/2011/08/change-again.html' title='Change Again'/><author><name>Patrick, Barb, Agape and Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602701291858345363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eceJUpfeSko/S2nPTKzDHUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hW_Mb46c4As/S220/mom+and+dad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840111549429246204.post-5903979765677474355</id><published>2011-08-27T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T05:39:19.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smelling Good</title><content type='html'>Ephesians 5:1-2 "Therefore be imitators of God as dear children. And walk in love, as Christ also has loved us and given Himself for us, an offering and a sacrifice to God for a sweet-smelling aroma."&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are now on the last day of this week. What has been accomplished? Did you find yourself wondering if the week will ever end? I know there are those times when it seems no matter how hard we work, it just isn't enough. But I also know that most of us can find ourselves in situations where God never intended us to be. It isn't that we are doing bad, we just are doing more than God intended. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God is all about people. God is all about drawing people to Himself. We are to be imitators of God. How much of my activities this week was all about drawing people to God? Did I use every opportunity to share the Gospel, to encourage, to exhort and to pray for others? Did I leave a sweet-smelling aroma? Did I smell good to others?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To be imitators of God, means to give of ourselves. To give up what "I deserve" which is a lie of the devil. We don't deserve anything, not even Jesus. But the Grace of God gave freely for me and you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you didn't smell so good this week, then today is a good time to start. Send out a sweet aroma for Jesus!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God bless you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/840111549429246204-5903979765677474355?l=patrickbarb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/feeds/5903979765677474355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=840111549429246204&amp;postID=5903979765677474355&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/5903979765677474355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840111549429246204/posts/default/5903979765677474355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickbarb.blogspot.com/2011/08/smelling-good.html' title='Smelling Good'/><author><name>Patrick, Barb, Agape and Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602701291858345363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eceJUpfeSko/S2nPTKzDHUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hW_Mb46c4As/S220/mom+and+dad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
