<?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-873893183001929827</id><updated>2012-02-10T18:56:35.779+02:00</updated><category term='Homemakers'/><category term='Emosionele Welstand'/><category term='Leefstyl Eetgewoontes'/><category term='Persoonlike Versorging'/><category term='Jy die Vrou'/><category term='Kleredrag'/><title type='text'>Restoration Ministries</title><subtitle type='html'>Restoring the women in you...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Restourasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13636032280146144344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CGJ7iYfkyNU/TuBz4oLl9wI/AAAAAAAABQo/EB1K39advao/s220/me-5.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>238</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873893183001929827.post-5774300047379155989</id><published>2012-02-10T18:25:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T18:25:52.833+02:00</updated><title type='text'>My Resolution</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;b style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Vijaya, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;My personal Resolution&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Vijaya, sans-serif; font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;I solemnly undertake before God that I will diligently pursue to be the women and daughter God created me to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Vijaya, sans-serif; font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;I &lt;u&gt;will&lt;/u&gt; be true and faithful to my husband and will honor the covenant God established between us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Vijaya, sans-serif; font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;I &lt;u&gt;will&lt;/u&gt; lay down my life for him and will submit to his authority.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Vijaya, sans-serif; font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;I &lt;u&gt;will&lt;/u&gt; take full responsibility for myself and my children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Vijaya, sans-serif; font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;I &lt;u&gt;will&lt;/u&gt; love them and teach them to love God with all their hearts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Vijaya, sans-serif; font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;I &lt;u&gt;will&lt;/u&gt; train them to honor authority and live responsibly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Vijaya, sans-serif; font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;I &lt;u&gt;will&lt;/u&gt; work diligently to live out my calling; to teach other women to live a holy life, to be homemakers and be women of virtue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Vijaya, sans-serif; font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;I &lt;u&gt;will&lt;/u&gt; pray for others, treat them with kindness, respect and compassion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Vijaya, sans-serif; font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;I &lt;u&gt;will&lt;/u&gt; pray for the sick, confront the evil and pursue justice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Vijaya, sans-serif; font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;I &lt;u&gt;will&lt;/u&gt; forgive those who trespassed against me, and reconcile with those I have wronged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Vijaya, sans-serif; font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;I &lt;u&gt;will&lt;/u&gt; pursue every opportunity to spread the Good News and announce the coming of the King.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Vijaya, sans-serif; font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;I &lt;u&gt;will&lt;/u&gt; repent of my sinful ways, seek for fogiveness and walk with integrity as a women answerable to God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Vijaya, sans-serif; font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;I &lt;u&gt;will&lt;/u&gt; seek God’s forgiveness and mercy all the days of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Vijaya, sans-serif; font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;I &lt;u&gt;will&lt;/u&gt; seek to honor God and live a Godly life that brings Glory to His Name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Vijaya, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;signed: 10 February 2012&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Vijaya, sans-serif; font-size: 20pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;by Suzette van Eck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Vijaya, sans-serif; font-size: 20pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;In the presence of my Almighty God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/873893183001929827-5774300047379155989?l=restourasie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/feeds/5774300047379155989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2012/02/my-resolution.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/5774300047379155989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/5774300047379155989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2012/02/my-resolution.html' title='My Resolution'/><author><name>Restourasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13636032280146144344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CGJ7iYfkyNU/TuBz4oLl9wI/AAAAAAAABQo/EB1K39advao/s220/me-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873893183001929827.post-3740003461327757261</id><published>2012-02-10T18:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T18:21:40.831+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Some hearts are diamonds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Open your heart to all of e years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;that&amp;nbsp;you've looked through a rainbow of tears.&lt;br /&gt;You watched your dreams all fadin' away&lt;br /&gt;This time you need to hold on tight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years may come and years may go&lt;br /&gt;But I still love you and I want you to know:&lt;br /&gt;Some days&amp;nbsp;your heart’s like diamonds&lt;br /&gt;some days&amp;nbsp;like stones&lt;br /&gt;Some days you're tired of being alone.&lt;br /&gt;Some hearts are diamonds&lt;br /&gt;some hearts are stone&lt;br /&gt;But it takes only you to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Illusions of love&lt;br /&gt;they'll come and they'll go&lt;br /&gt;Trust in your heart&lt;br /&gt;surely your love will grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your silent tears they're so full of pride&lt;br /&gt;My beloved, I know that you can't run&lt;br /&gt;You need a love like Mine&lt;br /&gt;to heal&amp;nbsp;and restore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;the scars you tried to repair&lt;br /&gt;Some hearts are diamonds&lt;br /&gt;some hearts are stone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;I reign on the Throne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;you are never alone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/873893183001929827-3740003461327757261?l=restourasie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/feeds/3740003461327757261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2012/02/hearts-like-diamonds-and-stones.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/3740003461327757261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/3740003461327757261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2012/02/hearts-like-diamonds-and-stones.html' title='Some hearts are diamonds'/><author><name>Restourasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13636032280146144344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CGJ7iYfkyNU/TuBz4oLl9wI/AAAAAAAABQo/EB1K39advao/s220/me-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873893183001929827.post-1321557757068348999</id><published>2012-02-10T17:54:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T17:54:23.905+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I danced with his addiction</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A true story of how a women survived her husband's adultery and pornography addiction and how it affected her&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;The first time I laid my eyes on him, I was amazed by the strong tugging in my heart. I instantly denied the feeling, the longing, the want… the time was not right. Not yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;We ran into each other again, after a couple of weeks since we first met, and I knew I cannot resist the feeling of wanting to be with him any longer. I wanted him. He made me feel like a women again… For many years I was dead. Merely existing.. Surviving.. I wanted to love again. I wanted to be loved so badly that ‘it’, this intense desire that was burning my flesh, burst forth like a volcano. And it made me desperate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;We both gave in to the desires of our hearts, rampantly going astray… not a care in the world; as long as we had each other. Just as long as we were together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I was in a hazy bliss. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;A year or so went by; when I first heard the repellent news… my beloved husband visited a whorehouse. [again and again]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I was devastated. Can this word really describes the pain, the shock, the confusion, the distraught I felt? How can I even try to convey the pain? Is there a word that can summarise my shattered dreams? The betrayal of my gorgeous prince?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;How do I deal with this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I confronted him. He denied it. I chose to believe him. I had to feel safe again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;We did what every married couple do, I suppose. We continued living our life as if nothing happened, ignoring the signs of stress and the shattered trust there once was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Even though I chose to believe him, something inside me was crippled. Our marriage was not the same because deep down inside I knew he lied. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I so desperately held on to my dream, our dream… the one we dreamed when we were in each other’s arms, laughing and lovingly loving each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I then learned that he visited whorehouses more often than I thought… Can you feel hurt over old hurt that was the same hurt? Is it at all possible? Can one handle that kind of anguish? Did God design our organs to withstand such immense pain? How do you hold on to what feels like if your gut is gushing out of every opening in your body?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;What was wrong with me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;What did I do wrong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Was I not pretty enough?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Was I not good enough?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Was I not funny enough?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Was my breast to small? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Did it sag too much after the years?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Was I boring in bed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Was he bored?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I didn’t know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I was scared. Scared to give up on us. Scared that I have lost him. Scared that I will be alone with me, the children. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I did not know how to patch things up. I just didn’t. I wasn’t prepared for this. I did not know how to deal with ‘this’. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Our marriage was falling apart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;We drifted apart… &lt;em&gt;two&lt;/em&gt; broken people…trying to make &lt;em&gt;one&lt;/em&gt; whole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I was often left alone by my husband who often went on a drinking spree’s with his friends and colleagues… and &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;women&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;with whom he had affairs... flings...&amp;nbsp;My husband eventually became violent and hostile towards me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;What I did not know then, is that these spirit of addiction, violence and murder works closely together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;At first he would hit me when he was drunk. He was extremely aggressive and at times it was though as he was ‘looking for a reason’ to be violent towards me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I struggled and fought back. I was not going to let a man… my once charming husband – humiliate me. But the more I fought back, the worse everything became.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I became an appalling wife. I have hurt him just as much, if not more. I did not honour God's word by submitting to his authority in our home.... I did not know God's word, I felt that he did not deserve my respect. I belittled him, spoke badly of him. I went against him and tried to challenge him on everything. Shouting, cursing, scaring our once sacred marriage with sickening words. I've began to go out with my friends, to ‘get back at him’. Try not to care. But I did care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;If only I could leave him. Why did I not pack up my things and go? Was I that desperate? I hated myself for being so pathetic? Good heavens! How can one be so pitiful?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Shameful, worthless, inferior, despicable… are sound words I described myself for not standing up for myself, for not leaving him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Was it love that kept me by his side?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Did I still love him at all?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I can honestly say I don’t know. I have rummaged every area of my heart to find the truth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Was I that financially depended on him that I could not leave?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;No&lt;/i&gt;, I would have managed on my own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Why, why oh why did I then stay? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I wanted to leave! So many times!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Then finally, it was in the early days of a new year, that the news came again... he was yet with another prostitute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;The very first time in all those years of his betrayal have I finally had the courage to take a firm stand against my husband.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Finally I have proof&lt;/i&gt;!&amp;nbsp;I was like a fuming lioness. Not only was I hungry for revenge, I wanted revenge and I was very ready for it. I was like an athlete who trained for months to win a race. I was focused. My mind made up. Every muscle in my body was set for action. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;As I woke up the following morning, the day after my&lt;em&gt; 'big discovery'&lt;/em&gt;, my body just gave in under the years of betrayal and rejection. I broke down. For the first time in my life, I have allowed my body, my heart, to weap, to deal with the betrayal.&amp;nbsp;I wept for hours, days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Where did all the tears came from? I never knew that one’s body has the capacity to cry for hours on end, without drying up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I decided I needed to cry. I needed to rid of all the poison and hatred that I allowed to build up inside of me, all these years. The more I cried the weaker I became. I felt like an old floor cloth. Wasted and ruined.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I have always considered myself to be strong. I can deal with any situation. Have, as a matter of fact dealt with so many heart aches, from my early childhood days, and I came through every single one of them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Why was this time so different?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I thought about suicide. The mere thought of it scared me… I was always the one who spoke out against ‘weak’ people. Who selfishly committed suicide. How little did I know? How easy it is to speak about something you know so little off?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;My spirit was crushed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;The only thing I instantly knew, that I needed to do, was to give my life to Jesus. Something inside my head and my heart told me that He was the only way out. The only solution to my brokenness...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;My God, My God. My God… I called! He heard me. This Sovereign God, whom I have only heard off, heard me. He heard a wretch like me! I needed Him. I needed a Saviour so badly that I would do anything, anything to rid of this immense pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I had yet to learn how to become a women of God before I could become a submissive wife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I had to learn first how to bow down before God in order to withstand the pressures and desires to bow down to the pleasures of the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I had to learn to be a women of virtue. To keep my mouth shut and not to react every time something happens or when things didn’t go my way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I had to learn to be patient; patient with my husband’s faults, failures and bad habits; because I had just as many.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I had to crucify my independent spirit and allowed God to teach me how to be dependent on Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I learned the importance of capturing my thoughts…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I asked God to give me a desire to study and love His word. God showed me the importance of reading His word. Through His word I got to know Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I asked God to help me &lt;i&gt;to want to be obedient&lt;/i&gt; to Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;The desire to be obedient filled my heart and I willingly surrendered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I asked God to show me how to love my husband… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;He showed me the cross. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;He taught me to love myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I learned to love Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I had to learn how to pray. Something I was never taught. Never practised. Never did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I learned to wait in the river…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;God always showed up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;God changed my heart in a matter of days. I decided against the divorce I have planned… A split both my husband and I welcomed at that stage. I've asked my husband to forgive me, for all the damage I have done, the part I have played in this mess. I also told him that I have surrendered my heart to Jesus. He was quite surprised. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;We both chose to give our marriage another chance, a fresh start. I wish I could say the journey from there on was easy. It wasn’t. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;We were &lt;em&gt;two broken&lt;/em&gt; people. Each of us had to heal from the pain of the past;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Our feelings of insignificance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Low self esteem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Lack of confidence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Rejection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Pride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Humiliation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Addictions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;We both tried very hard. Amidst of the pain and brokenness, we both &lt;em&gt;wanted&lt;/em&gt; this to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I became in a certain sense very withdrawn from him, mostly during our intimate moments. The thought of him being with other women and prostitutes kept me awake at nights… many nights. I could not bear the thought of him loving another women, let alone a whore. I was uncertain of how he would want me to ‘behave’ in bed. I became shy, very self-conscience. How did he had sex with her, the prostitute, a professional? What did he fantasise about that I was not willing to give or perform, that he paid someone else for it? Does he want me to lay romantically still? Did he want me to be flexible like a gymnast? Does he want me to be rough and rude, or did he fantasise about me swinging from chandeliers? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I wanted to know why? I had to know. For the sake of myself I needed to know. What type of ‘look’ did he prefer? Did he prefer blonds with a double D breast size? A brunette with a firm buttocks or older women with more experience and little inhibitions. Or did he prefer them young?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I did a lot of praying. A lot of soul-searching... What could I have done, to prevent ‘this’. What did I do, to make him go ‘there’? Did I put too much pressure on him? Did I wanted to much from him and our marriage? Or did my independence drove him away? Throughout all this time, I prayed for God to heal my soul, my heart, my self-confidence, my pride. To lift this cloth of rejection that covered me. I prayed and begged God to restore my love for him. I have asked God to give me a renewed trust in him. Something so big, a marriage could not survive without.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I can honestly say, I have seen God performing many-many miracles in our marriage. He restored not just only my trust and love for my husband, but He gave me a ‘new love’ for him. God restored me. He healed my brokenness. &amp;nbsp;And He did the same for my husband.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;God taught me a very important thing, a phrase so significant, it kept me sane: That I must capture my thoughts… and not fix my mind on painful events of the past…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Hebrews3:1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Therefore, holy brothers and sisters, who share in the heavenly calling, fix your thoughts on Jesus …&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;As the time went by, I have had yet to learn of his addiction. I was quite naïve by thinking that he only had a few encounters with prostitutes. I was not aware of him visiting strip clubs… and that he was addicted to pornography. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Only after a couple of years, we talked about this. I needed closure, so he allowed me to ask him all the questions that kept burning in my heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I realised as he revealed his innermost struggle with pornography, God truly healed me. I felt no pain as he disclosed it. I only felt an immense empathy towards him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Even today I must still capture my thoughts as the enemy constantly beget negative thoughts that used to devastate me. I have decided that I will trust and believe him. No matter what! Am I yet being naïve? No, I trust God with my husband now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I silently vowed that I would pray for him; to be free from all of this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;He still struggles with luring websites, to live a separate and holy life. The road to complete recovery is often long, lonely, a difficult journey for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jesus wants us to be set free from our infirmities. Luke 13:12. He also said that we shall know the truth and the truth shall set us free. John 8:&lt;/em&gt;32&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I will continue to pray for him. He is my husband, after all... &lt;strong&gt;The one I chose&lt;/strong&gt;. I promised him that I would stand by him, through thick and thin…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/873893183001929827-1321557757068348999?l=restourasie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/feeds/1321557757068348999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2010/11/under-his-wing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/1321557757068348999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/1321557757068348999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2010/11/under-his-wing.html' title='I danced with his addiction'/><author><name>Restourasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13636032280146144344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CGJ7iYfkyNU/TuBz4oLl9wI/AAAAAAAABQo/EB1K39advao/s220/me-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873893183001929827.post-5698005669311443337</id><published>2012-02-07T14:10:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T14:10:52.728+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Restoration Village</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;~ a dream&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&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/873893183001929827-5698005669311443337?l=restourasie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/feeds/5698005669311443337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2012/02/restoration-village.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/5698005669311443337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/5698005669311443337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2012/02/restoration-village.html' title='Restoration Village'/><author><name>Restourasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13636032280146144344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CGJ7iYfkyNU/TuBz4oLl9wI/AAAAAAAABQo/EB1K39advao/s220/me-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873893183001929827.post-3192921396215888528</id><published>2012-02-07T09:43:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T09:43:31.972+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone Fishing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rXfM_PWfotQ/TzDWCXojfjI/AAAAAAAABT4/kS_a1prwcTw/s1600/Fishing+for+Jesus.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="296" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rXfM_PWfotQ/TzDWCXojfjI/AAAAAAAABT4/kS_a1prwcTw/s400/Fishing+for+Jesus.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/873893183001929827-3192921396215888528?l=restourasie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/feeds/3192921396215888528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2012/02/gone-fishing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/3192921396215888528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/3192921396215888528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2012/02/gone-fishing.html' title='Gone Fishing'/><author><name>Restourasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13636032280146144344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CGJ7iYfkyNU/TuBz4oLl9wI/AAAAAAAABQo/EB1K39advao/s220/me-5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rXfM_PWfotQ/TzDWCXojfjI/AAAAAAAABT4/kS_a1prwcTw/s72-c/Fishing+for+Jesus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873893183001929827.post-2166885122443534390</id><published>2012-02-07T09:18:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T09:18:21.401+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm born-again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;We recently went to another church in our&amp;nbsp;neighborhood, and as it is, walking into a new church takes you right our of your comfort zone...&lt;br /&gt;The chairs are not as comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;The people are not necessarily as friendly.&lt;br /&gt;No familiar faces.&lt;br /&gt;And when it comes to the worship... it is just as uncomfortable - you know your songs, you know the sound of the music, you are familiar with the band - and now all of a sudden everything is just... well different...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until they sang this song -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;All things have passed away&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm a brand new man&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm a new creation&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm born-again!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... I felt right at home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I made a statement in the spiritual realm; to the heavenlies and to all who has ears.... I AM A NEW CREATION. I am born-again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/873893183001929827-2166885122443534390?l=restourasie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/feeds/2166885122443534390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2012/02/im-born-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/2166885122443534390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/2166885122443534390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2012/02/im-born-again.html' title='I&apos;m born-again!'/><author><name>Restourasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13636032280146144344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CGJ7iYfkyNU/TuBz4oLl9wI/AAAAAAAABQo/EB1K39advao/s220/me-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873893183001929827.post-32095815387127549</id><published>2012-02-07T09:10:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T09:10:06.935+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to live a life that honors Him</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ixSDXjjK3QU/TzDMidbVKdI/AAAAAAAABTo/TmAo6ANMpxI/s1600/women+glory.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ixSDXjjK3QU/TzDMidbVKdI/AAAAAAAABTo/TmAo6ANMpxI/s1600/women+glory.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Father, create in me a steadfast spirit - one that will always&amp;nbsp;honor&amp;nbsp;and adore You, one that wants to obey every whisper that comes from Your mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me to abide in Your teachings. Allow me to quench my thirst from Your Holiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me to be the daughter after Your own heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love You Father with everything that is within me. May my love for You be pleasing to Your ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are indeed my love, my life and I bless You for who You are in me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/873893183001929827-32095815387127549?l=restourasie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/feeds/32095815387127549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-want-to-live-life-that-honor-him.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/32095815387127549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/32095815387127549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-want-to-live-life-that-honor-him.html' title='I want to live a life that honors Him'/><author><name>Restourasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13636032280146144344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CGJ7iYfkyNU/TuBz4oLl9wI/AAAAAAAABQo/EB1K39advao/s220/me-5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ixSDXjjK3QU/TzDMidbVKdI/AAAAAAAABTo/TmAo6ANMpxI/s72-c/women+glory.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873893183001929827.post-943279643893291625</id><published>2012-02-01T14:48:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T14:48:29.959+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuel up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_CbrQzKUcsY/Tyk0fK8uw0I/AAAAAAAABSs/Fdc2L7MuOgw/s1600/Fuel+up.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="345" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_CbrQzKUcsY/Tyk0fK8uw0I/AAAAAAAABSs/Fdc2L7MuOgw/s400/Fuel+up.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/873893183001929827-943279643893291625?l=restourasie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/feeds/943279643893291625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2012/02/fuel-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873893183001929827.post-8174489057728168915</id><published>2012-01-31T11:55:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T11:55:48.046+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Victims vs Victories</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;People who consider themselves victims of their circumstances will always remain victims unless they develop a greater vision for their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It reminds me of the scripture in Proverbs 29:18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Where there is no vision, the people perish.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/873893183001929827-8174489057728168915?l=restourasie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CGJ7iYfkyNU/TuBz4oLl9wI/AAAAAAAABQo/EB1K39advao/s220/me-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873893183001929827.post-1779303814742840455</id><published>2012-01-27T10:05:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T10:05:21.762+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Jy sal kan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;...jy sal kan doen wat jy moet doen en jy sal slaag' (Josua 1:8). 2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;God het vir Josua gesê, '...moenie bang wees nie...want jou God die Here sal by jou wees, oral waar jy gaan' (Josua 1:9).&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/873893183001929827-1779303814742840455?l=restourasie.blogspot.com' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CGJ7iYfkyNU/TuBz4oLl9wI/AAAAAAAABQo/EB1K39advao/s220/me-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873893183001929827.post-3352797155994982610</id><published>2012-01-26T10:03:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T10:03:09.397+02:00</updated><title type='text'>when it hurts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tNJ32_CfShE/TyEIpIASJ1I/AAAAAAAABSk/7-kPg1lzpZA/s1600/strong+women.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="263" 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href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2012/01/when-it-hurts.html' title='when it hurts'/><author><name>Restourasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13636032280146144344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CGJ7iYfkyNU/TuBz4oLl9wI/AAAAAAAABQo/EB1K39advao/s220/me-5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tNJ32_CfShE/TyEIpIASJ1I/AAAAAAAABSk/7-kPg1lzpZA/s72-c/strong+women.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873893183001929827.post-592106257451430773</id><published>2012-01-18T10:27:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T10:27:45.331+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Authority over darkness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif;"&gt;Be reminded that I have given you authority and power &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;over all the works of darkness&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. I have called you to rise up and defend your kingdom position against every attack of the enemy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif;"&gt;Do not hesitate to do all that is necessary to &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;bring destruction to the destroyer. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;I have opened the way for you to move to a more productive level of spiritual warfare and victory. Go forth by My Spirit to do battle, says the Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif;"&gt;Luke 10:19 "Behold, I give you the authority to trample on serpents and scorpions, and over all the power of the enemy, and nothing shall by any means hurt you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #003366; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/873893183001929827-592106257451430773?l=restourasie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/feeds/592106257451430773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2012/01/authority-over-darkness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/592106257451430773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/592106257451430773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2012/01/authority-over-darkness.html' title='Authority over darkness'/><author><name>Restourasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13636032280146144344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CGJ7iYfkyNU/TuBz4oLl9wI/AAAAAAAABQo/EB1K39advao/s220/me-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873893183001929827.post-8052679105355349317</id><published>2012-01-16T08:34:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T08:34:58.305+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Hide me, keep me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;My Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;keep my sane,&lt;br /&gt;keep me close,&lt;br /&gt;keep me clean,&lt;br /&gt;keep me pure,&lt;br /&gt;keep me holy,&lt;br /&gt;keep me from temptations of this world! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hide me in Your truth&lt;br /&gt;hide me in Your will&lt;br /&gt;hide me in Your word&lt;br /&gt;hide me in Your Spirit&lt;br /&gt;hide me from the eyes of the wicked&lt;br /&gt;hide me from the evil of the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/873893183001929827-8052679105355349317?l=restourasie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/feeds/8052679105355349317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2012/01/hide-me-keep-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/8052679105355349317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/8052679105355349317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2012/01/hide-me-keep-me.html' title='Hide me, keep me'/><author><name>Restourasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13636032280146144344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CGJ7iYfkyNU/TuBz4oLl9wI/AAAAAAAABQo/EB1K39advao/s220/me-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873893183001929827.post-8531358519893695341</id><published>2012-01-16T08:24:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T08:24:09.827+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Deliver me from the evil one!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;My Father in heaven - &lt;u&gt;hear my prayer today&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that Your name will always be kept holy.&lt;br /&gt;I pray that Your kingdom will come -&lt;br /&gt;that what You want will be done here on earth, as it is in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;Give me the food I need for this day&lt;br /&gt;and forgive me my sins&lt;br /&gt;just as I have forgiven those who did me wrong&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me be tempted today -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;please save me and my family from the evil one!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;~ Math 6:9-13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&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/873893183001929827-8531358519893695341?l=restourasie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/feeds/8531358519893695341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2012/01/deliver-me-from-evil-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/8531358519893695341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/8531358519893695341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2012/01/deliver-me-from-evil-one.html' title='Deliver me from the evil one!'/><author><name>Restourasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13636032280146144344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CGJ7iYfkyNU/TuBz4oLl9wI/AAAAAAAABQo/EB1K39advao/s220/me-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873893183001929827.post-4106802436834824926</id><published>2012-01-16T08:17:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T08:17:11.788+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I am SAFE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Habakkuk 3:19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sovereign LORD is my strength;&amp;nbsp;He makes my feet like the feet of a deer,&amp;nbsp;He enables me to tread on the heights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hy maak my voete soos die van 'n ribbok... op hoe plekke sal ek veilig loop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/873893183001929827-4106802436834824926?l=restourasie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/feeds/4106802436834824926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-am-safe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/4106802436834824926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/4106802436834824926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-am-safe.html' title='I am SAFE'/><author><name>Restourasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13636032280146144344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CGJ7iYfkyNU/TuBz4oLl9wI/AAAAAAAABQo/EB1K39advao/s220/me-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873893183001929827.post-3103950930164591454</id><published>2012-01-12T10:27:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T10:27:49.813+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Presumption</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif;"&gt;Refuse to allow presumption to cloud your discernment. You should never act, react, respond, or take your next step based on what you assume is truth. If you are uncertain about an issue or circumstance, take the time to investigate and discover the facts. Just because your conclusion seems reasonable does not make it true. And, presumption will plunge you into the darkness of deception, says the Lord. Stay in the light and truth, and maintain confidence in My word as you follow My precepts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif;"&gt;Psalms 19:13 Keep back Your servant also from presumptuous sins; let them not have dominion over me. Then I shall be blameless, and I shall be innocent of great transgression.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif;"&gt;SMALL STRAWS IN A SOFT WIND by Marsha Burns--01/12/12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif;"&gt;:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/873893183001929827-3103950930164591454?l=restourasie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/feeds/3103950930164591454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2012/01/presumption.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/3103950930164591454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/3103950930164591454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2012/01/presumption.html' title='Presumption'/><author><name>Restourasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13636032280146144344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CGJ7iYfkyNU/TuBz4oLl9wI/AAAAAAAABQo/EB1K39advao/s220/me-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873893183001929827.post-5244722206886980660</id><published>2012-01-07T09:32:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T09:32:22.547+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Genade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Here, ek voel regtig nie elke dag ewe geloofsterk nie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Male sonder tal wonder ek selfs of ek nog enigsins op die regte pad is.&lt;br /&gt;Maar dankie my Here dat U my vandag weer wil verseker dat U getrou aan my bly... selfs wanneer ek nie is nie;&lt;br /&gt;dat U my vooruitgan...&lt;br /&gt;selfs wanneer ek nie die weg sien nie;&lt;br /&gt;en dat U by my is; &lt;br /&gt;veral wanneer ek U nie voel nie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meer en meer besef ek hoe afhanklik ek van U is, U nimmereindige genade. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaan ek in my leeftyd ooit die grootheid van U genade verstaan Here? Help my om dit nooit weer te misbruik nie, dat ek die krag en die werklikheid; die prys wat U daarvoor betaal het altyd sal verstaan, brand dit vas in my mense-hart Here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dankie dat ek weet dat die eindbestemming van my geloof &lt;u&gt;nie vandag is nie&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Maar dat dit die ewigheid is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/873893183001929827-5244722206886980660?l=restourasie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/feeds/5244722206886980660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2012/01/genade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/5244722206886980660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/5244722206886980660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2012/01/genade.html' title='Genade'/><author><name>Restourasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13636032280146144344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CGJ7iYfkyNU/TuBz4oLl9wI/AAAAAAAABQo/EB1K39advao/s220/me-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873893183001929827.post-2340637076025556313</id><published>2011-12-14T07:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T07:28:24.519+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I am in-love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I am &lt;strong&gt;in-love&lt;/strong&gt; with a beautiful man.&lt;br /&gt;A man, who loved me first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has the most beautiful eyes&lt;br /&gt;Everytime when I look into them&lt;br /&gt;I see an ongoing depth, so inviting&lt;br /&gt;so marvelously deep and full of&lt;br /&gt;acceptance and desire for me, my love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I look into His eyes&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;find myself slipping away into a world&lt;br /&gt;a place, so full of peace and understanding.&lt;br /&gt;Jeus's love is so real, so true and honest.&lt;br /&gt;So absolutely intense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to &lt;em&gt;be in&lt;/em&gt; His love.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I love His Love. The way He loves me,&lt;br /&gt;makes me wanting more of Him.&lt;br /&gt;I have grown so fond of the way He smell&lt;br /&gt;It has become so familiar to me.&lt;br /&gt;He has allowed me &lt;br /&gt;to see Him, to touch and to love Him&lt;br /&gt;He is&amp;nbsp;so &lt;em&gt;part&lt;/em&gt; of me.&lt;br /&gt;He is &lt;em&gt;in me&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Forever.&lt;script&gt; document.write(unescape("%20%20%20%20%3Ca%20href%3D%22 http%3A//www.thecutestblogontheblock.com%22%20target%3D%22blank%22%3E%3Cimg%20 src%3D%22http%3A//www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/images/rsgallery/original/amourbutton.jpg %22%20border%3D%220%22%20/%3E%3C/a%3E")); &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/873893183001929827-2340637076025556313?l=restourasie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CGJ7iYfkyNU/TuBz4oLl9wI/AAAAAAAABQo/EB1K39advao/s220/me-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873893183001929827.post-9147307250874276705</id><published>2011-12-13T10:57:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T10:57:29.343+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Petition against pornography on SA TV!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Please participate in this petition against pornography on SA TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div sizcache="4" sizset="5"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;u&gt;http://www.voelgoed.co.za/skryfin/?p=80&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;(copy above link and PLEASE take part in the petition)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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TV!'/><author><name>Restourasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13636032280146144344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CGJ7iYfkyNU/TuBz4oLl9wI/AAAAAAAABQo/EB1K39advao/s220/me-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873893183001929827.post-1257036193280187192</id><published>2011-12-12T07:32:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T07:32:43.879+02:00</updated><title type='text'>42day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k9KGsQQiUbU/TuWRlJOzvBI/AAAAAAAABRk/Zn8Sr0isb9Q/s1600/flower.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k9KGsQQiUbU/TuWRlJOzvBI/AAAAAAAABRk/Zn8Sr0isb9Q/s1600/flower.png" style="cursor: move;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;In fact, everyone who wants to live a godly life in Christ Jesus will be persecuted, while evildoers and impostors will go from bad to worse, deceiving and being deceived.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;But as for you,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; continue in what you have learned and have become convinced of, because you know those from whom you learned it, and how from infancy you have known the Holy Scriptures, which are able to make you wise for salvation through faith in Christ Jesus.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;All Scripture is God-breathed and is useful for teaching, rebuking, correcting and training in righteousness, so that the servant of God&amp;nbsp;may be thoroughly equipped for every good work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;~ 2 Tim 3:13-17&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/873893183001929827-1257036193280187192?l=restourasie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/feeds/1257036193280187192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2011/12/42day.html#comment-form' title='0 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dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qu3uxic-JrQ/TuDAXhNcJgI/AAAAAAAABRU/hqnVRtYAe50/s1600/unconditionally.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="207" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qu3uxic-JrQ/TuDAXhNcJgI/AAAAAAAABRU/hqnVRtYAe50/s320/unconditionally.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;from a beloved friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/873893183001929827-2901344627018890651?l=restourasie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/feeds/2901344627018890651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Adam: &amp;nbsp;Ek het U hoor aankom en kruip nou weg. Ek was bang omdat ek sonder klere is (Gen. 3:9,10)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dis verstommend wat ons alles sal doen ten einde te kan wegkruip. Ons sal onsself absoluut in werk verdiep, in 'n verhouding betrokke raak, 'n muur om ons bou - enigiets, solank ons tog net nie die waarheid in die oe hoef te kyk nie. God het goed geweet waar Adam was, maar God wou he dat Adam homself moes vind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jy is absoluut verlore totdat jy jouself vind. &amp;nbsp;Die probleem is dat solank jy wegkruip, jy 'n front voorhou. &amp;nbsp;Besef jy hoeveel emosionele energie jy verspil deur aan ander voor te gee jy is wat jy nie is nie?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Net 2 dinger is erger: om jouself en God oor jou ware self te probeer mislei. Jy sal dit moeilik vind om enigsins eerlik te wees omdat jy bang is mense deurgrond jou wese en vind die ware jy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Is dit waar jy jouself vandag bevind?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bang om in jou eie hart te kyk?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Die wonderlike nuus is dat Adam naak was, maar God het hom aangetrek; hy was skuldig, maar God het hom skoongewas, hy was angstig, maar God het hom getroos.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&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/873893183001929827-1635882867088994088?l=restourasie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CGJ7iYfkyNU/TuBz4oLl9wI/AAAAAAAABQo/EB1K39advao/s220/me-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873893183001929827.post-2707976821815544543</id><published>2011-12-07T11:47:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T11:47:12.032+02:00</updated><title type='text'>where do i run to?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;i want to run i want to hide&lt;br /&gt;i want Jesus by my side&lt;br /&gt;i want to laugh i want to cry&lt;br /&gt;but 2day i wanna die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the road is too long&lt;br /&gt;the mountain's too high&lt;br /&gt;the journey is too tuff&lt;br /&gt;i've realised i'm not that strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my defenses are low&lt;br /&gt;my body is weak&lt;br /&gt;my mind is made up&lt;br /&gt;this time i need to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to find myself&lt;br /&gt;to find Jesus&lt;br /&gt;to&amp;nbsp;search through my heart&lt;br /&gt;to&amp;nbsp;look for the truth&lt;br /&gt;to look for me-i am lost&lt;br /&gt;to retrace my steps&lt;br /&gt;to find what i did wrong&lt;br /&gt;to mend the broken pieces&lt;br /&gt;to take care of myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;where am i ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;who am i ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to be whole again&lt;br /&gt;i wanna laugh more&lt;br /&gt;i need to cry less&lt;br /&gt;my life is a mess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to dance in the rain&lt;br /&gt;i want to laugh until it hurts&lt;br /&gt;will i ever be whole again&lt;br /&gt;will i ever be whole again&lt;br /&gt;will i ever be whole again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/873893183001929827-2707976821815544543?l=restourasie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CGJ7iYfkyNU/TuBz4oLl9wI/AAAAAAAABQo/EB1K39advao/s220/me-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873893183001929827.post-2241343652543166664</id><published>2011-12-07T07:56:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T07:56:58.334+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tatoeëring</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Geskryf deur Jimi le Roux&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ek het onderneem om iets oor tatoeering te skryf, en het ook nou te lank uitgestel. Die saak is eintlik heeltemal eenvoudig, maar laat ek maar net eers die opinies stel:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1) d&lt;b&gt;ie tradisionele beskouing is dat die Bybel tatoeering vir ons uitdruklik verbied&lt;/b&gt; in Lev 19: 28 en dit is die einde van argument - wat is eintlik dan nog te se na so 'n duidelike opdrag (Ou vertaling)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Julle mag ook terwille van 'n dooie geen snye in julle vlees maak nie en geen ingeprikte tekening in jul vel maak nie. Ek is die HERE.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Die Jose sit om hierdie rede ook geen tatoeering op nie, en die wat tatoeering op het, mag (tradisioneel) nie in die Joodse begraafplaas begrawe word nie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2) &lt;b&gt;die meer resente beskouing (onder sommige) is dat die bg. uitleg nie korrek is nie &lt;/b&gt;en oor tatoeering gaan nie maar oor iets anders, of nie op ons van toepassing nie, en dat tatoeering us OK is. &amp;nbsp;Daar is dus ook Christene wat tatoeerings laat opsit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Die agtergrond van tatoeering is natuurlik meer negatief&lt;/i&gt;. Let op die volgende:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;* Heidene het hulleself getatoeer,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;en het spesifiek hulle gode se naam op hulleself geker. Tatoeering is dus geassosieer met barbaarsheid (selfs deur die Romeine) en afgodediens. &amp;nbsp;Die heidene het hulleself ook algemeen as rougebruik stukkend gesny - uit hartseer, maar ook as 'n offer. &amp;nbsp;Selfs die Jode het op 'n stadium meegedoen. &amp;nbsp;Die bg. vers verbied beide hierdie gebruike uitdruklik.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;* Slawe en oortreders is natuurlik gebrandmerk,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;nader na ons tyd was dit gewoontlik maar die rowwe ouens wat tatoeerings gedra het, matrose, gangsters, bikers, tronkvoels,... maw tatoeering was 'n teken van rebellie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tatoeering het tradisioneel dus aar 'n slegte naam. Konnotasies met tatoeering is dat dit steeds die rowwe ouens is wat tatoes dra, dat dit steeds uitdagend en onkonvensioneel is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kom ons keer terug na die Bybel.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1) Die teks is wel deeglik duidelik in Levitikus 19. &amp;nbsp;Die Jode verstaan dit uitdruklik en is heeltemal reg as hulle dan nie tatoeer nie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2) Kom ons lees egter net een vers terug (v 27)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Julle mag die rand van julle hoofhare nie wegskeer nie.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ook mag jy die rand van jou baard nie skend nie.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ortodokse Jode hou ook hier gebod nog net so - Joodse mans laat hulle baard groe en skeer dit nie eens netjies met 'n rand nie. Dis om hierdie vers gehoorsaam te wees.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;As Christene volg ons egter nie hierdie gebod nie.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hoekom ignoreer ons dan die een vers en gehoorsaam die volgende een?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3) Kom ons lees egter nog 'n een vers terug (v 26)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Julle mag niks met bloed en al eet nie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Julle mag nie met verklaring van voortekens of goelery omgaan nie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Die eerste gedeelte het te doen met die belangrike Kosher-reel, wat die Jode net so volg. Ons eie vleis is egter nie Kosher geslag nie, en geen Jood sal sy mond daaran sit nie. Hulle koop net by 'n Kosher slagtery, en nie by Checkers of Pick 'n Pay nie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;As Christene volg ons egter nie hierdie gebod nie.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hoekom ignoreer ons dan die een vers en gehoorsaam die volgende een?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4) Kom ons lees egter nog 'n een vers terug (v 19)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;sien ons 'n opdrag dat ons nie twee soorte saad in dieselfde land mag saai nie, dat ons nie twee soorte klere saam mag dra nie (bv. wol en linne)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;As Christene volg ons egter nie hierdie gebod nie.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hoekom ignoreer ons dan die een vers en gehoorsaam die volgende een?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Julle moet my sabbatte onderhou en my heiligdom ontsien. &amp;nbsp;Ek is die HERE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ons hou &amp;nbsp;as Christene ook nie die Joodse sabbat nie, en rig nie ons geloofslewe op die (Joodse) tempel nie. Lees maar self verder in daardie hoofstuk na dinge wat ons ook nie meer doen nie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hoe moet ons dan nou hierdie vers verstaan? &amp;nbsp;Let op:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1) Ons is nie langer onder die Ou Testamentiese wet nie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In Romeine en Galasiers maak Paulus dit duidelik dat Jesus ons losgekoop het vna die wet en dat Christene (ons) nie eers Jode hoef te wees (en die wet te hou, met offers, besnydenis, Sabbat, eetreels ens) te einde Christene te kan wees. &amp;nbsp;Hy se dat ons die wet volkome nakom as ons deur die Gees gelei word.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lees Romeine 7-8 en Galasiers 2-5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2) Hoe kan ons dan onderskei?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;wat in die ou Testament van toepassing is en wat nie? &amp;nbsp;Dit is inderdaad 'n gryserige area, maar ons onderskei tussen die kultiese wette en die morele wet. Die eersgenoemde is duidelik spesifieke sake bedoel vir Jode in hulle konteks, hulle hele kultiese stelsel (offers, tempel, feeste, ens) of dit is die toepassing van 'n algemene waarheid in hulle antieke kultuur en dieselfde waarheid sal in ons tyd 'n bietjie anders toegepas word. Die laasgenoemde is meer algemeen van aard - &amp;nbsp;die Tien Gebooie is 'n goeie voorbeeld - en is duidelik geldige beginsels vir alle tye en mense. 'n Ander nuttige maatstaf is hoe Jesus dit hanteer, want Hy het klem gele op die essensie van die wet, en by ander geleentheid eenvoudig 'n streep getrek deur 'n Ou Testamentiese wet (bv. Mat 5:38). Sy eie wet is dat ons mekaar moet liefhe (Johm 13:34) - dit is die vervulling van die hele wet (Rom 13:10).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Die kwessie van tatoeering val duidelik onder die e.g. kultiese wette. Dit het te doen met spesifieke heidense gebruike waarvan die Jode hulleself moes weerhou (soos die hele hoofstuk ten het in die konteks). Dit het te doen met:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &amp;nbsp;afgodediens&lt;br /&gt;* &amp;nbsp;rougebruik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) In die N.T. is daar geen verdere verwysing na tatoeering nie. Paulus se ons liggame is 'n tempel vd Heilige Gees (1 Kor 6:19-20) en dat ons God in ons liggame moet verheerlik. Dit is inderdaad 'n belangrike beginsel, maar Paulus bedoel daar dat ons nie seksuele sondes moet begaan nie. &amp;nbsp;Dit is 'n vergryp aan ons liggaam, wat God se liggaam is. &amp;nbsp;Dit is 'n ope vraag of die gedagte sou impliseer dat ons nie aan ons liggame mag 'verbeter' nie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wat dan van:&lt;br /&gt;* kosemetiese operasies (ook 'n 'permanente verbetering' van die liggaam)&lt;br /&gt;* ortodontiese handeling&lt;br /&gt;* operasies om gebreke reg te stel&lt;br /&gt;* hare kleur, mooi aantrek, gym to gaan, ens om ons liggame 'mooier' te maak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dis te betwyfel of Paulus sulke dinge bedoel - hy skryf teen ydelheid. &amp;nbsp;Die NT se hele klem is eintlik weg van sulke tipe wettisisme af, en meer na 'n wander deur die Gees en 'n lewe van liefde. &amp;nbsp; Daar is sekere dinge in die NT (bv, die eet van offervleis, die vier van 'n spesiale dag (Sabbat) wat Paulus oorlaat aan die gewete van die Christen (sien Rom 14) en tatoeering van heel waarskynlik onder sulke temas. &amp;nbsp;In Openbaring lees ons interessant dat die Here SY NAAM op ons sal skryf (Openbaring 7:3, 14:1, 22:4) - aan die einde van die tyd is Hy dan die Groot Tatoeerder? Weereens sien ons dat tatoeering 'n geestelike konnotasie kry - getatoeer ('gemerk') nie vir die afgode nie, maar vir God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lees meer hieroor by:&lt;br /&gt;http://christianitytoday.com/ch/bytopic/missionsworldchristianity/tattoosofthecross/html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/873893183001929827-2241343652543166664?l=restourasie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/feeds/2241343652543166664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2011/12/tatoeering_07.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/2241343652543166664'/><link rel='self' 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0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;works out every day 2 keep her body in shape&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;but a women of strength&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;kneels in prayer to keep her soul in shape&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;A strong women &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;is afraid of anything&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;but a women of strength&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;shows courage in the midst of her fear&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;A strong women&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;won’t let anyone get the best of her&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;but a women of strength&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;gives the best of her to everyone&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;A strong women &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;walks sure footedly &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;but a women of strength&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;knows god with catch her when she falls&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;A strong women &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;wears the look of confidence on her face&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;but a women of strength&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;wears grace&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;A strong women &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;has faith that she is strong enough for the journey&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;but a women of strength&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;has faith that it is in the journey that she will become strong&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/873893183001929827-4795448828150609095?l=restourasie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/feeds/4795448828150609095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2011/12/us-women.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GNWMgkspxeY/TtxO391Ds1I/AAAAAAAABP8/qOI4Qr9cYJg/s1600/new-beginning.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GNWMgkspxeY/TtxO391Ds1I/AAAAAAAABP8/qOI4Qr9cYJg/s320/new-beginning.jpg" width="316" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;For I will pour... floods upon DRY land.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Isaiah 44:3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5/12/2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&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/873893183001929827-4797754445793252973?l=restourasie.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CGJ7iYfkyNU/TuBz4oLl9wI/AAAAAAAABQo/EB1K39advao/s220/me-5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GNWMgkspxeY/TtxO391Ds1I/AAAAAAAABP8/qOI4Qr9cYJg/s72-c/new-beginning.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873893183001929827.post-9113249449703820290</id><published>2011-12-05T07:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T07:11:13.930+02:00</updated><title type='text'>morning has broken ... 4 me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-83vCt0xd2PQ/TtxSSNgvwOI/AAAAAAAABQU/jBphXnCMZH0/s1600/horse.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img 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style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nPMR5x1UCzk/TtxPeQEhCnI/AAAAAAAABQE/NIsZ4vrBmYg/s1600/Inspiration.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="160" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nPMR5x1UCzk/TtxPeQEhCnI/AAAAAAAABQE/NIsZ4vrBmYg/s400/Inspiration.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Though no one can go back and make a brand new start, anyone can start from now and make a brand new ending.&lt;/b&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/873893183001929827-3456116976418700729?l=restourasie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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what i want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;searching and scanning&amp;nbsp;the crowds&lt;br /&gt;for a once beloved face&lt;br /&gt;wishing and hoping for a brand new start&lt;br /&gt;for a new light to shine&amp;nbsp;in my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm a faker i'm a loser&lt;br /&gt;i'm a lover i'm sinner&lt;br /&gt;i'm a women i'm a friend&lt;br /&gt;why am i following this trend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sins&amp;nbsp;caused me&amp;nbsp;2 b&amp;nbsp;a disgrace&lt;br /&gt;to the one i love by far the most&lt;br /&gt;knowing this could have cost me his&amp;nbsp;grace&lt;br /&gt;it made me fell flat on my face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will i ever get it back&lt;br /&gt;weeping and reaping from the&amp;nbsp;choices i have made&lt;br /&gt;how long will&amp;nbsp;my journey in the desert last&lt;br /&gt;i need to rid of the wrongs in my&amp;nbsp;past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a storm is brewing on the horizon&lt;br /&gt;i want to hide i want to run&lt;br /&gt;how could i thought it 2 b fun&lt;br /&gt;oh God I really need the 4giveness of Your Son&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/873893183001929827-7689911456145901242?l=restourasie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/feeds/7689911456145901242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2011/12/storm.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/7689911456145901242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/7689911456145901242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2011/12/storm.html' title='a 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so ashamed of the burning desires in my heart - my flesh aches for the&amp;nbsp;fulfillment of it. I have fallen so hard, so fast!&lt;br /&gt;Am I a disgrace to You Father?&lt;br /&gt;Why do I long for &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;more&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, for true happiness? Is there such a thing as true happiness Jesus?&lt;br /&gt;Is it so wrong to crave that, to desire more, to long for something - something I am even ashamed to name, sometimes?&lt;br /&gt;Father I cannot do this anymore - I have been true to You, for many a year - but this I can do no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Let this yearning in me subsides...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/873893183001929827-3211216062490262438?l=restourasie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/feeds/3211216062490262438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2011/11/fallen-from-grace.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;my sin runs deep&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;will Your grace be more?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;is this yet another thing that i will reap?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;who is it that i really adore?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;will Your mercy endure&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;the sins of my betraying flesh?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;will this also pass?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;help me out of this mess!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;where grace is found, are You there?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;and where You are Lord, am I really free?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;or have i forfeited Your trust -&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;oh Lord, how can this be?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;help me to rise to You&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;when temptation comes my way!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;and when i cannot stand&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;help me to fall on You.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f9cb9c;"&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/873893183001929827-214006304475236983?l=restourasie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/feeds/214006304475236983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2011/11/help-me-make-it-through-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/214006304475236983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/214006304475236983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2011/11/help-me-make-it-through-night.html' title='help me make it through the night'/><author><name>Restourasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13636032280146144344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CGJ7iYfkyNU/TuBz4oLl9wI/AAAAAAAABQo/EB1K39advao/s220/me-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873893183001929827.post-5198016618537036551</id><published>2011-11-30T10:49:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T10:49:44.146+02:00</updated><title type='text'>a clean heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Create in me a clean heart, O God! and renew a steadfast spirit within me.&lt;br /&gt;~ Psalm 51:10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DQ0kmccdikw/TtXtrKu9ZmI/AAAAAAAABPs/wSCOKlzVd3I/s1600/clean+heart+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DQ0kmccdikw/TtXtrKu9ZmI/AAAAAAAABPs/wSCOKlzVd3I/s1600/clean+heart+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/873893183001929827-5198016618537036551?l=restourasie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/feeds/5198016618537036551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2011/11/clean-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/5198016618537036551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/5198016618537036551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2011/11/clean-heart.html' title='a clean heart'/><author><name>Restourasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13636032280146144344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CGJ7iYfkyNU/TuBz4oLl9wI/AAAAAAAABQo/EB1K39advao/s220/me-5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DQ0kmccdikw/TtXtrKu9ZmI/AAAAAAAABPs/wSCOKlzVd3I/s72-c/clean+heart+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873893183001929827.post-3463848403477326840</id><published>2011-11-26T20:07:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T20:07:40.569+02:00</updated><title type='text'>a sinners cry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Jesus of all the people in this whole wide world... only You know me. Truly know me... the condition of my heart....I cannot hide this from You ~ I need to break away, break free. I need to recap.&amp;nbsp;I need to save myself. I need to heal. Help me make a way....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/873893183001929827-3463848403477326840?l=restourasie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/feeds/3463848403477326840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2011/11/sinners-cry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/3463848403477326840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/3463848403477326840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2011/11/sinners-cry.html' title='a sinners cry'/><author><name>Restourasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13636032280146144344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CGJ7iYfkyNU/TuBz4oLl9wI/AAAAAAAABQo/EB1K39advao/s220/me-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873893183001929827.post-343124640371591532</id><published>2011-10-31T07:20:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T07:20:22.253+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Die liefde van 'n Pa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;My Liewe Kind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;Ek staan langs jou bed en kyk hoe jy besig is om wakker te word. Soms het daar trane oor jou wange gerol, oor verkeerde besluite en soms sommer net omdat jy soos n mislukking gevoel het. Daar was dae wat jy seergekry het, dae wat mense jou nie verstaan het nie, dae wat jy moedeloos was, dae wat pyn jou wou vernietig het!! Ek het saam met jou gehuil, My hande gehou en jou kosbare t&lt;span class="textexposedshow"&gt;rane opgevang. Ek ken jou seer, Ek ken jou pyn. Daar is tye wat mense My nie verstaan het nie, My verwerp het, daarom weet Ek hoe jy voel.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="textexposedshow"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;Daar was dae wat jy deurmekaar gevoel het en gewonder het wat, waar en hoekom. Ek wil vandag vir jou sê, nie een van die foute wat jy gemaak het, het My onkant gevang nie. Ek was nie verbaas nie. Ek weet alles. Ek verstaan alles. Ek sien alles.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="textexposedshow" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="textexposedshow" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6kmf1PY3sMs/Tq4vvxO6dwI/AAAAAAAABMU/TaboTdfhM18/s1600/jesus+love.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="249" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6kmf1PY3sMs/Tq4vvxO6dwI/AAAAAAAABMU/TaboTdfhM18/s320/jesus+love.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;En kyk nie na jou met oë wat oordeel nie. Ek kyk na jou met oë van liefde en Ek luister na jou met My hart, omdat Ek n Pa is wat uit liefde bestaan.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="textexposedshow" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="textexposedshow" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="textexposedshow" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Soms het mense al n verkeerde prentjie van My vir jou geskilder, Ek wil jou nie straf nie. Ek is nie ver van jou af nie. Ek ken jou beter as enige iemand Anders. Ek weet wie jy werklik is, Ek is&amp;nbsp;lief vir jou!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;Jou hemelse Vader&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/873893183001929827-343124640371591532?l=restourasie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/feeds/343124640371591532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2011/10/die-liefde-van-n-ouer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/343124640371591532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/343124640371591532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2011/10/die-liefde-van-n-ouer.html' title='Die liefde van &apos;n Pa'/><author><name>Restourasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13636032280146144344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CGJ7iYfkyNU/TuBz4oLl9wI/AAAAAAAABQo/EB1K39advao/s220/me-5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6kmf1PY3sMs/Tq4vvxO6dwI/AAAAAAAABMU/TaboTdfhM18/s72-c/jesus+love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873893183001929827.post-8014668612221332021</id><published>2011-10-27T09:48:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T09:48:25.135+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A song and a prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Lord I come, I confess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Bowing here I find my rest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 112%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 112%;"&gt;Without You I fall apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 24pt; line-height: 112%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 112%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 112%;"&gt;You're the one that guides my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, I need You, oh I need You&lt;br /&gt;Every hour I need You&lt;br /&gt;My one defense, my righteousness&lt;br /&gt;Oh God, how I need You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where my sin runs deep, Your grace is more&lt;br /&gt;Where grace is found is where You are&lt;br /&gt;And where You are Lord I am free&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 112%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 112%;"&gt;Holiness is Christ in me&lt;br /&gt;Yes where You are Lord I am free&lt;br /&gt;Holiness is Christ in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So teach my song to rise to You&lt;br /&gt;When temptation comes my way&lt;br /&gt;And when I cannot stand I'll fall on You&lt;br /&gt;Jesus You're my hope and stay&lt;br /&gt;And when I cannot stand I'll fall on You&lt;br /&gt;Jesus You're my hope and stay&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 112%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 112%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 112%;"&gt;~ Chris Tomlin, ' Lord, I Need You'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/873893183001929827-8014668612221332021?l=restourasie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/feeds/8014668612221332021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2011/10/song-and-prayer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/8014668612221332021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/8014668612221332021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2011/10/song-and-prayer.html' title='A song and a prayer'/><author><name>Restourasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13636032280146144344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CGJ7iYfkyNU/TuBz4oLl9wI/AAAAAAAABQo/EB1K39advao/s220/me-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873893183001929827.post-5837664547206592013</id><published>2011-10-25T08:22:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T08:22:24.668+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Klein begin vs. Groot oes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Alles begin klein, &lt;b&gt;en jou gesindheid&lt;/b&gt; aan die &lt;b&gt;begin bepaal dikwels jou sukses aan die einde.&lt;/b&gt; Die Bybel sê, 'Wie minag die dag van oënskynlik klein dingetjies?' Wees bly oor wat God aan jou gee om mee te begin, want Hý is!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Elia het 'n wolkie so groot (klein!) soos 'n man se hand gesien voor die reën begin het (1 Konings 18:44). Dis klein, maar Elia was bly want hy het geweet &lt;b&gt;dis die begin van groot dinge.&lt;/b&gt; Moenie jou saad vernietig deur die potensiaal daarvan te misken nie. God gee aan jou 'n saadjie van hoop, iets klein - maar iets klein is beter as heeltemal niks. Plant die saadjie, bid daaroor en glo dat God dit sal vermeerder.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Baie mense gooi hulle saad weg. Wanneer ons iets 'verag', vernietig ons die potensiaal daarvan, ignoreer dit, verwaarloos dit. &lt;b&gt;As ons dit wat God gee nie oppas nie, verloor ons dit.&lt;/b&gt; Sonder die saad sal ons nooit kan oes nie. Die Bybel sê wees tevrede met wat jy het, en, ...'Onthou dat God die versekering gegee het: "Ek sal jou nie los nie. Ek sal jou nie in die steek laat nie' (Hebreërs 13:5). Dis waarom jy tevrede moet wees met die klein begin. Jy weet dat wat God aanpak, Hy sal deursien.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Wees geduldig, &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;verwag die beste&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; en beur voort. 'Moenie hierdie vertroue in God deur julle vingers laat glip nie. Dit hou vir julle 'n groot beloning in. Wat julle nodig het, is om te volhard sodat julle kan voortgaan om God se wil te gehoorsaam. Dan sal julle ontvang wat God beloof het' (Hebreërs 10:35-36)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-ZA; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-ZA;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-ZA; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-ZA;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-ZA; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-ZA;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 7.5pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-ZA; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-ZA;"&gt;~ Geskryf deur Bob en Debby Gass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/873893183001929827-5837664547206592013?l=restourasie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/feeds/5837664547206592013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2011/10/klein-begin-vs-groot-oes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/5837664547206592013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/5837664547206592013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2011/10/klein-begin-vs-groot-oes.html' title='Klein begin vs. Groot oes'/><author><name>Restourasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13636032280146144344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CGJ7iYfkyNU/TuBz4oLl9wI/AAAAAAAABQo/EB1K39advao/s220/me-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873893183001929827.post-5402382817758019773</id><published>2011-10-24T14:25:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T14:25:31.616+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Your husband needs "Respect"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 17px;"&gt;When we treat someone as a valued gift and invest ourselves in his or her care, we build up that person’s feelings of self-worth and draw closer to them as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 112%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;When a wife respects, nurtures, and affirms her husband, &lt;u&gt;it deepens her love for him.&lt;/u&gt; On the other hand, when we don’t regard something as valuable and neglect it, our feelings for it begin to wane. At the top of any man’s list of needs is respect from his mate; God created men that way. He needs respect as much from his wife as he needs air to breathe. A man who doesn’t receive respect from his wife is a man who begins to wither on the inside.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 112%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 112%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;That is exactly why God calls wives to respect their husbands &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="style3"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://biblegateway.com/bible?version=31&amp;amp;passage=Ephesians+5%3A33" title="NIV Ephesians 5:33"&gt;Ephesians 5:33&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Some believe that respect is something we all must earn. But just like love, respect from spouse to spouse must be unconditional.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 112%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 112%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;This is what Scripture teaches: &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;“Show proper respect to everyone … not only to those who are good and considerate, but also to those who are harsh”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span class="style3"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(&lt;a href="http://biblegateway.com/bible?version=31&amp;amp;passage=1+Peter+2%3A17-18" title="NIV 1Peter 2:17-18"&gt;1 Peter 2:17-18&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 112%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 112%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;How can a wife show respect for her husband&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 112%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 112%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;• Express faith in his decision and ability.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 112%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;• Leave him notes that tell him how much you value who he is as a person.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 112%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;• Make positive suggestions without demanding an immediate answer. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 112%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;• Listen to his upsets and don’t take his anger personally.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 112%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;• Let him vent when he needs to.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 112%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;• Encourage him in areas where he doesn’t feel secure and let him know you stand behind him.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 112%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;• When he makes a decision you’re not in favor of, listen.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 112%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;• Talk about his positive strengths in front of the children.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 112%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;• Praise him at least once a day.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 112%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;• Discover the uniqueness of his personality and learn to understand him and communicate better with him.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 112%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 112%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Ask yourself which of these you did this past month in an effort to show your husband respect. Then ask yourself how you’ll find ways to do these things in the coming month and beyond. It might be difficult at first, especially if your husband is acting out towards you, not treating you with respect, who is maybe physically/emotionally abusive, who does not show love towards you, who does not love Jesus….&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 112%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 112%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;When I met Jesus a couple of years ago, my husband and I had serious marital problems. In fact we were on the verge of a divorce and it was in this challenging times when Jesus prompted me to behave and treat my husband with respect.&amp;nbsp; I couldn’t. In fact, I haven’t for many years. And I [thought] had all the legit reasons for not treating him with respect; my husband was very violent towards me - physically and emotionally, drank excessively, had several affairs and often visited prostitutes.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 112%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 112%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;But Jesus [lovingly] convinced me to obey His word, that I should respect my husband regardless… (&lt;span class="style3"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://biblegateway.com/bible?version=31&amp;amp;passage=1+Peter+2%3A17-18" title="NIV 1Peter 2:17-18"&gt;1 Peter 2:17-18&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 112%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 112%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I chose to be obedient and started treating my husband the way God wanted me too… sometimes I had to force myself and there were times it really came naturally.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 112%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 112%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I was so desperate to save my marriage, to change, to serve and obey God that I sucked up [almost] everything from my husband.&amp;nbsp; I wanted my husband to approve of the ‘new me’.&amp;nbsp; I longed for him to see a renewed women of God and most of all I’ve hoped that he would change too. That the changes in me would spark a desire in him to accept Jesus Christ and that the 3 of us would start a new journey.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 112%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 112%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I am absolutely convinced that the changes in my behaviour, how I treated my husband, how I reacted to situations; together with my non-stop fervent prayers were the triggers that caused him to accept Jesus.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 112%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 112%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;But this is an on-going process; and I do make mistakes, I fight hard against the desires [&lt;i&gt;that so often rises]&lt;/i&gt; to be sarcastic, to ignore him, to insult him… sometimes I get it right, sometimes I don’t.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 112%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 112%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;But I am a firm believer, that because I love Jesus and have a burning desire to be obedient, I will always try again, and again, and again.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/873893183001929827-5402382817758019773?l=restourasie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/feeds/5402382817758019773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2011/10/your-husband-needs-respect_24.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/5402382817758019773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/5402382817758019773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2011/10/your-husband-needs-respect_24.html' title='Your husband needs &quot;Respect&quot;'/><author><name>Restourasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13636032280146144344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CGJ7iYfkyNU/TuBz4oLl9wI/AAAAAAAABQo/EB1K39advao/s220/me-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873893183001929827.post-7745861368694953315</id><published>2011-10-21T12:23:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T12:23:05.260+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Restorer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;And your ancient ruins shall be rebuilt; you shall raise up the foundations of [buildings that have laid waste for] many generations; and you shall be called Repairer of the Breach, Restorer of Streets to Dwell In.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~ Isaiah 58:12&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wozrazGDsbU/TqFGeNcuKmI/AAAAAAAABL8/Z7jS4Jt4gjU/s1600/Gerry+Murasie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wozrazGDsbU/TqFGeNcuKmI/AAAAAAAABL8/Z7jS4Jt4gjU/s200/Gerry+Murasie.jpg" width="132" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/873893183001929827-7745861368694953315?l=restourasie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/feeds/7745861368694953315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2011/10/restorer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/7745861368694953315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/7745861368694953315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2011/10/restorer.html' title='Restorer'/><author><name>Restourasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13636032280146144344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CGJ7iYfkyNU/TuBz4oLl9wI/AAAAAAAABQo/EB1K39advao/s220/me-5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wozrazGDsbU/TqFGeNcuKmI/AAAAAAAABL8/Z7jS4Jt4gjU/s72-c/Gerry+Murasie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873893183001929827.post-4093769181447875805</id><published>2011-10-21T12:06:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T12:06:02.983+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A word or 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff99ff; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You will find in praise; spiritual understanding and strength for my My Spirit saturates the soul that learns to pour itself out in worship and that one becomes the object of My love and instruction.&lt;/b&gt;&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/873893183001929827-4093769181447875805?l=restourasie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/feeds/4093769181447875805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2011/10/word-or-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/4093769181447875805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/4093769181447875805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2011/10/word-or-2.html' title='A word or 2'/><author><name>Restourasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13636032280146144344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CGJ7iYfkyNU/TuBz4oLl9wI/AAAAAAAABQo/EB1K39advao/s220/me-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873893183001929827.post-1455066700655256254</id><published>2011-10-21T12:05:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T12:05:33.747+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Impossibilities vanish when you and God confronts your mountains</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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How on earth did he get them in there? What methods did he use to get them to follow him? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uFjN4Lrdi0Q/TpaubjjF3oI/AAAAAAAABKk/6yPKBz_7vWg/s1600/Noah.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="160" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uFjN4Lrdi0Q/TpaubjjF3oI/AAAAAAAABKk/6yPKBz_7vWg/s320/Noah.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;What about Jonah and the Whale – What went through his mind &lt;em&gt;exactly&lt;/em&gt; when he was in the stomach of the whale? I cannot - not even in my wildest dreams, [and in the comfort of my home] imagine what he must have felt like... thinking about? Or was he just &lt;em&gt;praying and repenting -&lt;/em&gt; scared of drowning&amp;nbsp;everytime the whale opened&amp;nbsp;his mouth. Surely it must have smelled!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_3cfJ8CjY8Y/Tpau4cCfz7I/AAAAAAAABKs/NMz25x3Vvlw/s1600/jonah.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="230" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_3cfJ8CjY8Y/Tpau4cCfz7I/AAAAAAAABKs/NMz25x3Vvlw/s320/jonah.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Another old time favourite is the wonderful story of Moses. A story with so many hidden truths. And also a &amp;nbsp;story of a mothers protective love for her child, how she decided to stand the chance of ‘loosing’ him by hiding him by the side of the River Nile, not knowing if she will ever see him again! But in the end, &lt;strong&gt;God’s merciful love&lt;/strong&gt;, orchestrating events for her to still raise her own child whilst in the care of another women. And then this young man, who&amp;nbsp;grew up as an Egyptian prince, &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; forgot that he was a Hebrew and that his&amp;nbsp;God had a calling on his life: to free the Hebrews from slavery. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EaViejw1wSs/TpavJSi1liI/AAAAAAAABK0/_jHhBlS2syI/s1600/moses.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EaViejw1wSs/TpavJSi1liI/AAAAAAAABK0/_jHhBlS2syI/s320/moses.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Then there was&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Samson&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! &amp;nbsp;No ordinary man. A super human being. &amp;nbsp;A real-world Superman. Who killed a lion with his bare hands!&lt;i&gt; &amp;nbsp;A man who's life story made me look deep and hard into my own life...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kbp2fE1Kiig/Tpavn4duqoI/AAAAAAAABK8/JSQcfLwuK8M/s1600/samson.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kbp2fE1Kiig/Tpavn4duqoI/AAAAAAAABK8/JSQcfLwuK8M/s320/samson.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Samson&lt;/b&gt;. A captivating story of a man whom God miraculously brought into this world and whom He ordered to be put under a special consecration governed by the Nazirite vow.&amp;nbsp; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Not only was Samson a man called to deliver Israel from the hand of the Philistines who were occupying the land and oppressing Israel, he&amp;nbsp;was also a man who did not share God’s hatred of evil, a man who lacked a compelling zeal to see Israel freed of Philistine domination.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Samson didn’t think the Philistines were all that bad. He even made an attempt to blend into their lustful and perverted society. His first girlfriend was a Philistine from Timnath (&lt;em&gt;chapter 14&lt;/em&gt;). He became so infatuated with her he pressured his parents to approve their marriage. It was on one of his trips to visit his girl that he was attacked by an Asian Lion. Whom he bare-handed grabbed&amp;nbsp;and tored in two.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Samson married her but their marriage did not last a week.&amp;nbsp; His wife &lt;em&gt;betrayed&lt;/em&gt; him. He was &lt;em&gt;angry&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;discouraged&lt;/em&gt;.&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;Rejected and alone.&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; And after a while when he got lonely he went back to get his wife - only to find that she had been given to another man (chapter 15).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;He frequently visited prostitutes – &lt;strong&gt;giving in to the lustful desire of his flesh.&lt;/strong&gt; Then he met Delilah.&amp;nbsp; A [another] prostitute with whom he was besotted with.&amp;nbsp; A prostitute – &lt;em&gt;a wrong decision&lt;/em&gt; - that caused him to lose everything;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;His &lt;strong&gt;strength&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;His &lt;strong&gt;sight&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;His &lt;strong&gt;honour&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;His &lt;strong&gt;life&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And still didn’t he realise he was on a destructive path…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Samson and Delilah.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;A true story with great lessons to be learnt and still very relevant in this day and age.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Just like all of us, Samson wanted &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;happiness&lt;/strong&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;Acceptance&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;But he chose the wrong path. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;He made bad choices. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;He made mistakes.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;He gave in to the luring of the evil --- &lt;i&gt;Very relevant to me and you&lt;/i&gt;, as we too make wrong decisions. Bad choices.&amp;nbsp;More often than we would admit.&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;What did I learn from Samson and Delilah?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;To really look deep into my own life, and ask myself &lt;u&gt;this one question:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is the ‘&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;prostitute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;’&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;u&gt;my&lt;/u&gt; life?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;[and in your life]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;- Is it my longing for affection and acceptance?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;- Rebellion perhaps?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;- The internet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;- My marriage?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;- Maybe your work?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;- Friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;- An affair?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;- Pornography?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;- Unforgiveness?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;- Money?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;- Not sowing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;- Swinger parties?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;- An old flame?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;- Strip Clubs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;What is&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; ‘it’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that cause you to go astray?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;To not be obedient?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;What is the ‘&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;prostitute&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in your life that brings distance between you and Jesus?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;and then finally.... Is it &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;worth&lt;/b&gt; &lt;strong&gt;it&lt;/strong&gt; to have this ‘&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;prostitute’&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on the side…..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/873893183001929827-5192240780034174085?l=restourasie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/feeds/5192240780034174085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2011/10/what-is-your-prostitute.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/5192240780034174085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/5192240780034174085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2011/10/what-is-your-prostitute.html' title='What is your prostitute?'/><author><name>Restourasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13636032280146144344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CGJ7iYfkyNU/TuBz4oLl9wI/AAAAAAAABQo/EB1K39advao/s220/me-5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uFjN4Lrdi0Q/TpaubjjF3oI/AAAAAAAABKk/6yPKBz_7vWg/s72-c/Noah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873893183001929827.post-997042944908127312</id><published>2011-10-13T07:02:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T07:02:36.165+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's missing?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8yaZ6wsyePU/TpZw0fno09I/AAAAAAAABKc/wmiinRzZEXo/s1600/u+r.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8yaZ6wsyePU/TpZw0fno09I/AAAAAAAABKc/wmiinRzZEXo/s320/u+r.jpg" width="234" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/873893183001929827-997042944908127312?l=restourasie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/feeds/997042944908127312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2011/10/whos-missing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/997042944908127312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/997042944908127312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2011/10/whos-missing.html' title='Who&apos;s missing?'/><author><name>Restourasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13636032280146144344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CGJ7iYfkyNU/TuBz4oLl9wI/AAAAAAAABQo/EB1K39advao/s220/me-5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8yaZ6wsyePU/TpZw0fno09I/AAAAAAAABKc/wmiinRzZEXo/s72-c/u+r.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873893183001929827.post-3684828974160382779</id><published>2011-10-06T11:15:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T11:15:23.789+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Small Straws in a Soft Wind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif;"&gt;Beloved, I am creating opportunities in your life that will lead to greater unity with Me, says the Lord. I will reveal those things that create hindrances and distance between us. Let Me show you the way to restored innocence and purity, not as one who worships from outside, but as one who can enjoy spiritual intimacy with confidence in the reality of oneness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Hebrews 13:20-21 Now may the God of peace who brought up our Lord Jesus from the dead, that great Shepherd of the sheep, through the blood of the everlasting covenant, make you complete in every good work to do His will, working in you what is well pleasing in His sight, through Jesus Christ, to whom be glory forever and ever. Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;~ by Marsha Burns&lt;/i&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/873893183001929827-3684828974160382779?l=restourasie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/feeds/3684828974160382779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2011/10/small-straws-in-soft-wind-by-marsha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/3684828974160382779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/3684828974160382779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2011/10/small-straws-in-soft-wind-by-marsha.html' title='Small Straws in a Soft Wind'/><author><name>Restourasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13636032280146144344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CGJ7iYfkyNU/TuBz4oLl9wI/AAAAAAAABQo/EB1K39advao/s220/me-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873893183001929827.post-3575554108604574789</id><published>2011-10-05T12:27:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T12:27:32.699+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Baptism</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sgkw4xdb_Zo/TowxAWt9hBI/AAAAAAAABKQ/gLnZtW7EahA/s1600/baptised.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sgkw4xdb_Zo/TowxAWt9hBI/AAAAAAAABKQ/gLnZtW7EahA/s400/baptised.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/873893183001929827-3575554108604574789?l=restourasie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/feeds/3575554108604574789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2011/10/baptism.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/3575554108604574789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/3575554108604574789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2011/10/baptism.html' title='Baptism'/><author><name>Restourasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13636032280146144344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CGJ7iYfkyNU/TuBz4oLl9wI/AAAAAAAABQo/EB1K39advao/s220/me-5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sgkw4xdb_Zo/TowxAWt9hBI/AAAAAAAABKQ/gLnZtW7EahA/s72-c/baptised.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873893183001929827.post-2705169891428499907</id><published>2011-09-30T14:55:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T14:55:51.397+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Gentleness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Nothing is so strong as gentleness&lt;br /&gt;and nothing is so gentle as real strength&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/873893183001929827-2705169891428499907?l=restourasie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/feeds/2705169891428499907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2011/09/gentleness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/2705169891428499907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/2705169891428499907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2011/09/gentleness.html' title='Gentleness'/><author><name>Restourasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13636032280146144344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CGJ7iYfkyNU/TuBz4oLl9wI/AAAAAAAABQo/EB1K39advao/s220/me-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873893183001929827.post-5494304449203428091</id><published>2011-09-28T07:34:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T07:34:20.449+02:00</updated><title type='text'>What my husbands pornography addiction did to me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Before I became a reborn Christian I use to watch pornography every now and then with my husband. I used to say there is no harm, but the fact was: I was not OK with it. Whenever we were intimate I always wondered if my husband fantasised about the women we saw in the movies. I always felt self-conscious because I was not able to do what the people in the movies could and I definitely did not look as good as the 20 year old in the movie who had never had children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Intercourse was not intimate at all, but more of a race to try and live out something I saw in a movie. I did a lot of things just to please my husband. I didn't want to be boring in bed. I did some disgusting stuff in an effort to keep things interesting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Later on in my marriage Jesus saved me from my sins and I devoted my life to Jesus. Shortly after that I found out that this was not the only extent of my husband’s pornography viewing. It was also books and websites that he viewed continuously. I found that anything with a dress was a potential fantasy, him wondering what is beneath it all, not able to keep his eyes off women. I felt so hurt, lied to, angry, ashamed, shocked, insecure, and heartbroken... the list goes on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Let me tell you, your wife might say she is ok with watching pornography with you, but deep inside, she is not. You are hurting her, she feels that she will never be good enough to satisfy you. She is doing things that are against her will and morals. The perverse sex disgusts her, she cannot do the same things the people in the movies do, it is physically impossible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is something you should know... Your wife cannot fully respect you as she feels that you have no respect for her. She is afraid of denying because she is afraid you will reject her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If you are not certain if it is wrong to watch pornography, masturbate, have perverse sex, feel free to 1st ask God’s blessing before you do it and see if you feel OK with it? I guess not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My husband will never fully understand the impact his addiction had on me. With God’s grace I have forgiven him. Some scars take longer to heal, but Jesus is the only true Healer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I beg of you to call on Jesus to heal you of your addictions, He is so faithful. He will restore your marriage and intimate relationship with your wife.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;From a wife, a mother, a lover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/873893183001929827-5494304449203428091?l=restourasie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/feeds/5494304449203428091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2011/09/what-my-husbands-pornography-addiction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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construction</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;A blog worth visiting:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://men-under-construction.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://men-under-construction.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/873893183001929827-2447954533115350555?l=restourasie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/feeds/2447954533115350555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2011/09/men-under-construction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/2447954533115350555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/873893183001929827-6139988977720102157?l=restourasie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/feeds/6139988977720102157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2011/09/jesus-is-alive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/6139988977720102157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/6139988977720102157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2011/09/jesus-is-alive.html' title='Jesus is alive!'/><author><name>Restourasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13636032280146144344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CGJ7iYfkyNU/TuBz4oLl9wI/AAAAAAAABQo/EB1K39advao/s220/me-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873893183001929827.post-6166711410013420323</id><published>2011-09-27T07:40:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T07:40:20.340+02:00</updated><title type='text'>In who's shoes?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FWTU7IpCRtI/ToFhBTGhIcI/AAAAAAAABI0/uL1LoldMPP0/s1600/shoes.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FWTU7IpCRtI/ToFhBTGhIcI/AAAAAAAABI0/uL1LoldMPP0/s1600/shoes.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stop and ponder.....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In who's shoes are you walking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In who's shoes do you desire to be in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are your shoes to big for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does the shoe fit?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/873893183001929827-6166711410013420323?l=restourasie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/feeds/6166711410013420323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2011/09/in-whos-shoes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/6166711410013420323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Therefore the Lord will wait [&lt;i&gt;silence, linger&lt;/i&gt;] that He may be gracious to you; And therefore He will be exalted, that He may have mercy [&lt;i&gt;compassion, forgiveness, kindness, sympathy, understanding, bigheartedness&lt;/i&gt;] on you. For the Lord &lt;b&gt;is&lt;/b&gt; a God of justice; Blessed are all those who wait [&lt;i&gt;long, desire&lt;/i&gt;] for Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;~ Isaiah 30:18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/873893183001929827-7495888719614700577?l=restourasie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.ibethel.org/' title='I found a Love greater than life'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/feeds/7495888719614700577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-found-love-greater-than-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/7495888719614700577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/7495888719614700577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-found-love-greater-than-life.html' title='I found a Love greater than life'/><author><name>Restourasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13636032280146144344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CGJ7iYfkyNU/TuBz4oLl9wI/AAAAAAAABQo/EB1K39advao/s220/me-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873893183001929827.post-7140948628308430926</id><published>2011-09-26T10:27:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T10:27:47.781+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear God</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-usC-tHzHxTo/ToA3aah4ekI/AAAAAAAABIo/YyorMIqBc_k/s1600/NewWife.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-usC-tHzHxTo/ToA3aah4ekI/AAAAAAAABIo/YyorMIqBc_k/s400/NewWife.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/873893183001929827-7140948628308430926?l=restourasie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/feeds/7140948628308430926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2011/09/dear-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/7140948628308430926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/7140948628308430926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2011/09/dear-god.html' title='Dear God'/><author><name>Restourasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13636032280146144344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CGJ7iYfkyNU/TuBz4oLl9wI/AAAAAAAABQo/EB1K39advao/s220/me-5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-usC-tHzHxTo/ToA3aah4ekI/AAAAAAAABIo/YyorMIqBc_k/s72-c/NewWife.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873893183001929827.post-3897028974787229418</id><published>2011-09-26T09:20:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T09:20:19.740+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I love love love You Jesus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Or will I always be&amp;nbsp;reminded of the evil by the harsh scars that never seems to mend...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Abba Father help me not to hold on to yesterday, help me not to become bitter, or to take the easy way out... Father I need to let go but I don't know how anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Why has it become so difficult to forget, to forgive?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today, yet again I need Your healing mercy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Walk with me through this fire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I trust in You Jesus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y8-hnGjMMso/Tnb4fUdoNaI/AAAAAAAABHE/89N8K7vBDqQ/s1600/praying%252520silhouette.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="131" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y8-hnGjMMso/Tnb4fUdoNaI/AAAAAAAABHE/89N8K7vBDqQ/s200/praying%252520silhouette.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/873893183001929827-5722959650152262839?l=restourasie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/feeds/5722959650152262839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2011/09/walk-with-me-through-this-fire.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/5722959650152262839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/5722959650152262839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2011/09/walk-with-me-through-this-fire.html' title='Walk with me through this fire'/><author><name>Restourasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13636032280146144344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CGJ7iYfkyNU/TuBz4oLl9wI/AAAAAAAABQo/EB1K39advao/s220/me-5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y8-hnGjMMso/Tnb4fUdoNaI/AAAAAAAABHE/89N8K7vBDqQ/s72-c/praying%252520silhouette.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873893183001929827.post-1662750212529619221</id><published>2011-09-14T14:41:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T14:41:48.569+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;a border="0" href="http://www.thetimelessgarden.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1001.photobucket.com/albums/af134/ttgarden/Blog%20backgrounds/Letters%20of%20Love/Love-Letters-blinkie-med.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/873893183001929827-1662750212529619221?l=restourasie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/feeds/1662750212529619221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2011/09/friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/1662750212529619221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/1662750212529619221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2011/09/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>Restourasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13636032280146144344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CGJ7iYfkyNU/TuBz4oLl9wI/AAAAAAAABQo/EB1K39advao/s220/me-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873893183001929827.post-4417774243080513426</id><published>2011-09-13T13:47:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T13:47:07.886+02:00</updated><title type='text'>My addiction</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FY69jCrMm4Q/Tm9CaAo2PDI/AAAAAAAABGk/ro4aXbdLB4A/s1600/Addicted+2+Jesus.2jpg.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="280" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FY69jCrMm4Q/Tm9CaAo2PDI/AAAAAAAABGk/ro4aXbdLB4A/s400/Addicted+2+Jesus.2jpg.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/873893183001929827-4417774243080513426?l=restourasie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/feeds/4417774243080513426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-addiction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/4417774243080513426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/4417774243080513426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-addiction.html' title='My addiction'/><author><name>Restourasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13636032280146144344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CGJ7iYfkyNU/TuBz4oLl9wI/AAAAAAAABQo/EB1K39advao/s220/me-5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FY69jCrMm4Q/Tm9CaAo2PDI/AAAAAAAABGk/ro4aXbdLB4A/s72-c/Addicted+2+Jesus.2jpg.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873893183001929827.post-1313213390439278863</id><published>2011-09-13T10:12:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T10:12:42.643+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Conceived in Rape, Living With Purpose</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;As I sat across from a social worker in 2003, ready to receive my adoption records, the women said, "since you're going to find your mother, you need to know about the father."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hadn't given any thought to him, except that he might have been a hit and run. &amp;nbsp;Without any preparation she bluntly said, "Your mother was raped."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Read more...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://christianity.about.com/od/depressionandsuicide/a/Conceived-In-Rape.htm?nl=1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;A Christian Testimony&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By&lt;b&gt; &lt;a href="http://christianity.about.com/bio/Mary-Fairchild-16017.htm" rel="author"&gt;Mary Fairchild&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;/b&gt; About.com Guide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;A website worth browsing: &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;http://christianity.about.com/&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/873893183001929827-1313213390439278863?l=restourasie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://christianity.about.com/' title='Conceived in Rape, Living With Purpose'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/feeds/1313213390439278863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2011/09/conceived-in-rape-living-with-purpose.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/1313213390439278863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/1313213390439278863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2011/09/conceived-in-rape-living-with-purpose.html' title='Conceived in Rape, Living With Purpose'/><author><name>Restourasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13636032280146144344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CGJ7iYfkyNU/TuBz4oLl9wI/AAAAAAAABQo/EB1K39advao/s220/me-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873893183001929827.post-897880222825273239</id><published>2011-09-09T14:20:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T14:20:27.008+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Shall we dance, my Lord?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Do You hear the music in the distance? Lord it is so all-around us, so real, so part of &lt;em&gt;me and You&lt;/em&gt; that I cannot help but to fulfill the desire in my heart to just dance with You, again and again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O my Lord, do You remember our &lt;strong&gt;first&lt;/strong&gt; dance? The memories of that day is forever imprinted in my soul – a beautiful everlasting moment we had… &lt;em&gt;You and I.&lt;/em&gt; You pulled me up from where I laid on the floor, buried in my grief. You knew that my crushed spirit needed You so desperately right then. I could hardly breathe... Jesus I will never ever forget the love and tenderness I have experienced in Your arms that day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was so overwhelmed by the immensity of Your love for me. I knew then that You would move mountains to protect me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Together &lt;em&gt;we&lt;/em&gt; waltz, following the rhythm of our hearts, &lt;em&gt;the beating of Your healing mercy&lt;/em&gt;. I broke down at every turn we took, but You kept on dancing, kept on turning, knowing how much I needed to rid of the hurt that drenched my soul. You held me steady. You held me together. Lord, You never deserted me that day! You kept me close. Safe. I breathed Your Healing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Looking back on the past 7 years… &lt;em&gt;we have danced a bit,&lt;/em&gt; haven’t we Jesus?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I love dancing with You.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was born to dance with You my Lord&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. To be in Your immediate presence soothes my soul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Whenever I needed comfort or protection, &lt;em&gt;we danced&lt;/em&gt;! When I wanted You to love me; &lt;em&gt;we danced&lt;/em&gt;! When I just wanted to love You, &lt;em&gt;we danced&lt;/em&gt;! Oh Lord, we have had so much fun together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Do You remember the day when You surprised me&amp;nbsp;- in the middle of the traffic – You took me to the dance floor and we showed off our gum-boot moves! Oh Lord, we've laughed so much that day! You have this mind-blowing ability to just make my day!.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thank you, Abba Father for being so nice to me. More than nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lord, I love it when You romance me. Please Lord don’t ever stop doing it. You fill my heart with such joy and laughter I cannot get enough of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I want it. I need it so much. It makes me fall in love with You more and more and more. Is it possible? To fall deeper and deeper in-love with Someone that already holds your heart captive? I think so … because each time I look into Your eyes… I love You &lt;em&gt;more&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;more&lt;/em&gt;. And &lt;em&gt;more&lt;/em&gt;. And &lt;em&gt;more&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Signed, Your &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; partner...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;xxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script&gt; document.write(unescape("%20%20%20%20%3Ca%20href%3D%22 http%3A//www.thecutestblogontheblock.com%22%20target%3D%22blank%22%3E%3Cimg%20 src%3D%22http%3A//www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/images/rsgallery/original/I-hope-you-dance.gif %22%20border%3D%220%22%20/%3E%3C/a%3E")); &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/873893183001929827-897880222825273239?l=restourasie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/feeds/897880222825273239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2010/02/shall-we-dance-my-lord.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/897880222825273239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/897880222825273239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2010/02/shall-we-dance-my-lord.html' title='Shall we dance, my Lord?'/><author><name>Restourasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13636032280146144344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CGJ7iYfkyNU/TuBz4oLl9wI/AAAAAAAABQo/EB1K39advao/s220/me-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873893183001929827.post-802491154095502199</id><published>2011-09-09T14:12:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T14:12:43.841+02:00</updated><title type='text'>My love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;When I first laid my eyes on you&lt;br /&gt;You were quite shy&lt;br /&gt;Soon after that I knew&lt;br /&gt;I found a love so true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through thick and thin we vowed&lt;br /&gt;Alone you and I&lt;br /&gt;Our heads closely bowed...&lt;br /&gt;until we die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promised I would be true, I would be faithful&lt;br /&gt;I will be there when &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; need me&lt;br /&gt;To lean on &lt;br /&gt;To be strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaken over our past -&lt;br /&gt;We fought for our love to last&lt;br /&gt;The roads were very tough&lt;br /&gt;Often thinking we won’t make it, it's just too rough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until one glorious day, …&lt;br /&gt;He seemed like an ordinary &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Man&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He spoke one word and forgave our sins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;He healed&lt;/i&gt; our broken hearts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I know &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;you &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;never gave up&lt;br /&gt;each time &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;pulled us through&lt;br /&gt;A strong tower... that's what &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; are&lt;br /&gt;fighting like a lion...&lt;br /&gt;soaring like an eagle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My darling, I can honestly say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; are the best thing&lt;br /&gt;that ever happened to me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script&gt; document.write(unescape("%20%20%20%20%3Ca%20href%3D%22 http%3A//www.thecutestblogontheblock.com%22%20target%3D%22blank%22%3E%3Cimg%20 src%3D%22http%3A//www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/images/rsgallery/original/All-because1.gif %22%20border%3D%220%22%20/%3E%3C/a%3E")); &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/873893183001929827-802491154095502199?l=restourasie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/feeds/802491154095502199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/802491154095502199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/802491154095502199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-love.html' title='My love'/><author><name>Restourasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13636032280146144344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CGJ7iYfkyNU/TuBz4oLl9wI/AAAAAAAABQo/EB1K39advao/s220/me-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873893183001929827.post-1628722355185604234</id><published>2011-09-08T08:48:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T08:48:26.221+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of darkness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;There's a fire starting in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Reaching a fevered pitch and it's bringing me out the dark&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I can see You crystal clear,&lt;br /&gt;Hanging on the cross with Your soul laid bare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scars of Your love remind me of my past&lt;br /&gt;They keep me thinking of a Love that will last&lt;br /&gt;The scars of Your love, they leave me breathless&lt;br /&gt;Knowing I will make in times of distress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have my hart inside Your hand&lt;br /&gt;I gave You all of my love&lt;br /&gt;Leaving my past behind&lt;br /&gt;With a fire burning,&lt;br /&gt;Reaching a fevered pitch that keeps me out the dark&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/873893183001929827-1628722355185604234?l=restourasie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/feeds/1628722355185604234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2011/09/out-of-darkness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/1628722355185604234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/1628722355185604234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2011/09/out-of-darkness.html' title='Out of darkness'/><author><name>Restourasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13636032280146144344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CGJ7iYfkyNU/TuBz4oLl9wI/AAAAAAAABQo/EB1K39advao/s220/me-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873893183001929827.post-7542074766423223681</id><published>2011-09-06T13:33:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T13:33:17.875+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie release: African Cats</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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You are &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;my everything&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and I will adore You.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Filled with wonder, awestruck wonder, at the mention of Your Name!&amp;nbsp;Jesus Your name is Power, Breath and Living Water, such a marvelous mystery.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are worthy Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;You are worthy to be praised!&lt;br /&gt;To You be the Glory!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d3d3d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/873893183001929827-4423807381186527126?l=restourasie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CGJ7iYfkyNU/TuBz4oLl9wI/AAAAAAAABQo/EB1K39advao/s220/me-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873893183001929827.post-6614432484996682245</id><published>2011-08-31T12:26:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T12:26:15.718+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I hear You say</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I know I need You&lt;br /&gt;I need to love You Lord&lt;br /&gt;I'd love to see You&lt;br /&gt;but it's been so long&lt;br /&gt;I long to feel you&lt;br /&gt;I feel this need for You&lt;br /&gt;and I need to hear You, is that so wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now You pull me near You&lt;br /&gt;when we're close I fear You&lt;br /&gt;still I'm afraid to tell You all that I've done&lt;br /&gt;Are You done forgiving?&lt;br /&gt;or can You look past my pretending?&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired defending what I've become..&lt;br /&gt;what have I become?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I hear You say&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;"My love is over, it's underneath&lt;br /&gt;it's inside, it's in-between&lt;br /&gt;In times that you doubted Me, when you can't feel&lt;br /&gt;In times that you question, is this for real?&lt;br /&gt;In times that you are broken, in times that you are mend&lt;br /&gt;the times that you hate Me, in times that you bend&lt;br /&gt;My love is over, it's underneath&lt;br /&gt;it's inside, it's in-between&lt;br /&gt;In times you are healing and when your heart breaks&lt;br /&gt;the times that you feel like you have fallen from grace&lt;br /&gt;the tines that you are hurting, the times that you heal&lt;br /&gt;the times you go hungry and are tempted to steal&lt;br /&gt;in times of confusion, chaos and pain&lt;br /&gt;I am there in your sorrows under the weight of your shame&lt;br /&gt;I am there through your heartache&lt;br /&gt;I am there in your storms&lt;br /&gt;My love I will keep you by My power alone&lt;br /&gt;I don't care where you have fallen of where you have been&lt;br /&gt;I will never forsake you, My love never ends,&lt;br /&gt;it never ends!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/873893183001929827-6614432484996682245?l=restourasie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/feeds/6614432484996682245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-hear-you-say.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/6614432484996682245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/6614432484996682245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-hear-you-say.html' title='I hear You say'/><author><name>Restourasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13636032280146144344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CGJ7iYfkyNU/TuBz4oLl9wI/AAAAAAAABQo/EB1K39advao/s220/me-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873893183001929827.post-7460769948364625136</id><published>2011-08-24T09:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T09:00:21.804+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Wilderness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This winter is really stretching me... in more than one way. &amp;nbsp;I feel... almost... 'post-mortem-ish'. It feels as if I just cannot get past this roller-coaster-emotional-ride I am on!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know that emotion and faith has nothing do with one another. It's a &lt;i&gt;faith thing&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;and that I should keep my focus on that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But I am really struggling through all of this. The mountain is just toooo high this time; maybe my aging hormones plays a role,&amp;nbsp;or another exam on its way,&amp;nbsp;or my all-time-weight-battle, my summer clothes that doesn't fit anymore and the mere thought of going on another diet.... agh,! &amp;nbsp;I just feel sick to my stomach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So between all of my emotions I thought exercise would do me good; so I went surfing .. &amp;nbsp;off course I took the easy route = Internet Surfing and that &lt;i&gt;really &lt;/i&gt;did me gooooood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The [&lt;i&gt;ever loyal and my best Friend&lt;/i&gt;]&lt;b&gt; Holy Spirit&lt;/b&gt; led me to a fabulous website on 'Wilderness' and thought I should copy this to the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That some of the people in the Bible's elite list; Jesus, Moses, David, Abraham, Elijah and Paul (etc.) experienced the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;[some] Reasons for Wilderness Experiences:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that you would decide in your deepest being to place God in &lt;u&gt;exclusive &lt;/u&gt;control of your life.&lt;br /&gt;So that you would decide on the deepest level of your life to trust God, no matter what you are facing.&lt;br /&gt;So that you would understand the reason for your life.&lt;br /&gt;So that God could equip you for greater service and usefulness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/873893183001929827-7460769948364625136?l=restourasie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/feeds/7460769948364625136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2011/08/wilderness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/7460769948364625136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/7460769948364625136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2011/08/wilderness.html' title='Wilderness'/><author><name>Restourasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13636032280146144344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CGJ7iYfkyNU/TuBz4oLl9wI/AAAAAAAABQo/EB1K39advao/s220/me-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873893183001929827.post-1510284031802012442</id><published>2011-08-23T11:17:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T11:17:56.522+02:00</updated><title type='text'>What is Repentance?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Repentance means a sincere turning away from sin and turn to God. A person must repent to receive eternal life in heaven, but this act does not earn salvation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ezekiel 18:30:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Therefore,O house of Israel, I will judge you, each one according to his ways, declares the Sovereign LORD. Repent! Turn away from all your offenses; then sin will not be your downfall."&lt;/em&gt; (&lt;a href="http://christianity.about.com/od/faqhelpdesk/p/newinternationa.htm"&gt;NIV&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus also calls for repentance:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The time has come," Jesus said. "The kingdom of God is near. Repent and believe the good news!"&lt;/em&gt; (Mark 1:15, &lt;a href="http://christianity.about.com/od/faqhelpdesk/p/newinternationa.htm"&gt;NIV&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Repentance is an essential part of &lt;a href="http://christianity.about.com/od/conversion/p/salvation.htm"&gt;salvation&lt;/a&gt;, requiring a turning away from the sin-ruled life to a life characterized by obedience to God. The &lt;a href="http://christianity.about.com/od/topicalbiblestudies/a/whoisholyspirit.htm"&gt;Holy Spirit&lt;/a&gt; leads a person to repent, but repentance itself cannot be seen as a "good work" that adds to our salvation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bible states that people are saved by &lt;a href="http://christianity.about.com/od/glossary/g/faith.htm"&gt;faith&lt;/a&gt; alone (&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Ephesians%202:8-9&amp;amp;version=NIV" target="_blank" zt="-o1/XJ"&gt;Ephesians 2:8-9&lt;/a&gt;). However, there can be no faith in Christ without repentance and no repentance without faith. The two are inseparable.&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/873893183001929827-1510284031802012442?l=restourasie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://christianity.about.com/od/glossary/a/Repentance.htm' title='What is Repentance?'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/feeds/1510284031802012442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2011/08/what-is-repentance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/1510284031802012442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/1510284031802012442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2011/08/what-is-repentance.html' title='What is Repentance?'/><author><name>Restourasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13636032280146144344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CGJ7iYfkyNU/TuBz4oLl9wI/AAAAAAAABQo/EB1K39advao/s220/me-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873893183001929827.post-3825321696056105806</id><published>2011-08-23T11:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T11:11:56.738+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Rahab: Prostitute turned spy for God</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;By her Profession, Rahab was known as a scandalous woman in the Old Testament, yet this prostitute turned spy was honored by God twice in the New Testament. Like Rahab, you may not have a spotless history, but that won't stop God from choosing to use you, and perhaps even recognizing the noble accomplishments He wants to perform through your life. &amp;nbsp;If you feel unworthy or marked by the embarrassing mistakes of your past, let Rahab's example encourage you. &amp;nbsp;Rahab turned from her pas to follow God, and her life was forever changed.&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/873893183001929827-3825321696056105806?l=restourasie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://christianity.about.com/lr/rahab/1544152/1/?nl=1' title='Rahab: Prostitute turned spy for God'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/feeds/3825321696056105806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2011/08/rahab-prostitute-turned-spy-for-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/3825321696056105806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/3825321696056105806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2011/08/rahab-prostitute-turned-spy-for-god.html' title='Rahab: Prostitute turned spy for God'/><author><name>Restourasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13636032280146144344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CGJ7iYfkyNU/TuBz4oLl9wI/AAAAAAAABQo/EB1K39advao/s220/me-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873893183001929827.post-321269771988168102</id><published>2011-08-03T15:55:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T15:55:59.706+02:00</updated><title type='text'>a Prophetic word</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Isn't it amazing that a prophetic word from God can make you feel &lt;u&gt;airborne&lt;/u&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God must have known in His infinite wisdom, what His words, spoken in season will do to His children. &amp;nbsp;Man oh Man oh Man.... &lt;i&gt;how I love this &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Man&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;But the one who prophesies speaks to people for their strengthening, encouraging and comfort.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;1 Corinthians 14:3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You Heavenly Father for the profound prophetic word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Thank&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;You&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;for trusting me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Thank&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;You&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;for expanding my territory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Thank&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;You&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;for Restoration ministries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Thank&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;You&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;for my new 'boots'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;and Thank You for all the blessings You have promised to send to me and those who stood by me and supported me all these years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I receive it in Jesus Name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/873893183001929827-321269771988168102?l=restourasie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/feeds/321269771988168102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2011/08/prophetic-word.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/321269771988168102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/321269771988168102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2011/08/prophetic-word.html' title='a Prophetic word'/><author><name>Restourasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13636032280146144344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CGJ7iYfkyNU/TuBz4oLl9wI/AAAAAAAABQo/EB1K39advao/s220/me-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873893183001929827.post-5468112834518405891</id><published>2011-07-29T09:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T09:59:42.473+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Weet jy waarom jy lewe?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jesus het presies geweet waarom Hy gelewe het. &amp;nbsp;"Hiervoor is Ek gebore en hiervoor het Ek na die wereld gekom, met die doel om vir die waarheid getuienis af te le".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hy het dit oordink, daarvoor gebid, beplan, gewerk, Sy lewe afgele, &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;weer opgestaan&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;en Sy roeping uiteindelik volbring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Weet jy waarom jy lewe?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wat doen jy om jou doel te bereik?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Hy het ons gemaak dat ons die goeie werke wat Hy vir ons bestem het, kan uitlewe" - Efesiers 2:10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Die klink nie na 'n doellose rondwaal nie. Die bybel se " 'n mens beplan sy koers maar die Here bepaal sy bestemming "- Spreuke 16:9. Jy moet goed beplan, maar God se rigting inslaan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;~ Bob en Debby Gass&lt;/i&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/873893183001929827-5468112834518405891?l=restourasie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/feeds/5468112834518405891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2011/07/weet-jy-waarom-jy-lewe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/5468112834518405891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/5468112834518405891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2011/07/weet-jy-waarom-jy-lewe.html' title='Weet jy waarom jy lewe?'/><author><name>Restourasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13636032280146144344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CGJ7iYfkyNU/TuBz4oLl9wI/AAAAAAAABQo/EB1K39advao/s220/me-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873893183001929827.post-5737559391462272822</id><published>2011-07-28T09:44:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T09:44:35.878+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Never !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;The will of God will never take you where the grace of God will not protect you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/873893183001929827-5737559391462272822?l=restourasie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/feeds/5737559391462272822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2011/07/never.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/5737559391462272822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/5737559391462272822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2011/07/never.html' title='Never !'/><author><name>Restourasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13636032280146144344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CGJ7iYfkyNU/TuBz4oLl9wI/AAAAAAAABQo/EB1K39advao/s220/me-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873893183001929827.post-5398828151258825949</id><published>2011-07-28T09:25:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T09:25:13.508+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Character vs suffering</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 18px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls, the most massive characters are secreted with scars...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/873893183001929827-5398828151258825949?l=restourasie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/feeds/5398828151258825949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2011/07/character-vs-suffering.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/5398828151258825949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/5398828151258825949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2011/07/character-vs-suffering.html' title='Character vs suffering'/><author><name>Restourasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13636032280146144344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CGJ7iYfkyNU/TuBz4oLl9wI/AAAAAAAABQo/EB1K39advao/s220/me-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873893183001929827.post-7817020436559771106</id><published>2011-07-28T08:29:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T08:29:24.341+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The desires of my heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;What an amazing Father we serve in deed !&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For so many years – in fact, for as long as I can remember, I have always wanted long hair but never could have - my hair is very fine and battles to grow. &amp;nbsp;And for all these years – since I was a little girl, I have had this secret desire in my heart to one day being financially able to have human hair extensions weaved into my hair.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then for the last couple of months I have been searching the web, getting the cheapest possible quotes and then… &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;got one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; , then finally decided last week, I am going to do it! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My excitement knows no end, I dream long hair, I eat long hair…&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; I am on top of the world.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; So I started praying, God let it look nice, let my husband fall in love with me all over again &lt;i&gt;(nothing wrong with surprising my fabulous hubby with a ‘new wife’ hahaha&lt;/i&gt;), let me not struggle with it, help me to maintain it, oh God!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then my wonderful Father even went one step ahead…. And &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;surprised&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; me &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;BY PAYING FOR IT&lt;/u&gt;!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh Jesus &lt;b&gt;thank-You-thank-You-thank-You&lt;/b&gt;!! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;From a very &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;thankful daughter &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E5AdEeWG2sg/TjD_5vjcVMI/AAAAAAAABF4/UgS3uf8srEM/s1600/hair.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E5AdEeWG2sg/TjD_5vjcVMI/AAAAAAAABF4/UgS3uf8srEM/s200/hair.jpg" width="142" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/873893183001929827-7817020436559771106?l=restourasie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/feeds/7817020436559771106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2011/07/desires-of-my-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/7817020436559771106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/7817020436559771106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2011/07/desires-of-my-heart.html' title='The desires of my heart'/><author><name>Restourasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13636032280146144344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CGJ7iYfkyNU/TuBz4oLl9wI/AAAAAAAABQo/EB1K39advao/s220/me-5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E5AdEeWG2sg/TjD_5vjcVMI/AAAAAAAABF4/UgS3uf8srEM/s72-c/hair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873893183001929827.post-3126865717210108873</id><published>2011-07-27T14:29:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T14:29:39.185+02:00</updated><title type='text'>How do I invite Jesus into my heart?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pray &lt;/b&gt;this simple prayer and &lt;b&gt;believe &lt;/b&gt;...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus I have sinned against You and I ask You for Your forgiveness. I really need You in my life. I believe You are the Son of God. Please Lord, accept me as Your child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Jesus Name I pray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen&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/873893183001929827-3126865717210108873?l=restourasie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/feeds/3126865717210108873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2011/07/how-do-i-invite-jesus-into-my-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/3126865717210108873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/3126865717210108873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2011/07/how-do-i-invite-jesus-into-my-heart.html' title='How do I invite Jesus into my heart?'/><author><name>Restourasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13636032280146144344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CGJ7iYfkyNU/TuBz4oLl9wI/AAAAAAAABQo/EB1K39advao/s220/me-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873893183001929827.post-8493789791105811298</id><published>2011-07-27T14:26:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T14:26:31.378+02:00</updated><title type='text'>My brand-name clothes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I will &lt;u&gt;wear&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;forgiveness &lt;/u&gt;like a crown&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&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/873893183001929827-8493789791105811298?l=restourasie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/feeds/8493789791105811298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-brand-name-clothes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/8493789791105811298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/8493789791105811298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-brand-name-clothes.html' title='My brand-name clothes'/><author><name>Restourasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13636032280146144344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CGJ7iYfkyNU/TuBz4oLl9wI/AAAAAAAABQo/EB1K39advao/s220/me-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873893183001929827.post-2661721681990377907</id><published>2011-07-27T14:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T14:09:27.657+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Every single morning is a new beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MsQxQKhUS44/Ti__3sZ-KkI/AAAAAAAABFw/Jm0lbEo21KU/s1600/sunrise.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MsQxQKhUS44/Ti__3sZ-KkI/AAAAAAAABFw/Jm0lbEo21KU/s320/sunrise.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;No matter what wrong we did yesterday; the abortion we have had, the bad choices, the money we lost in gambling...&amp;nbsp;no matter the wrong turn we made, the Word says,&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;His Mercies are new every morning&lt;i&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;Every single morning&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;But we must apologize to our Father, repent of our sinful ways. And strive towards living a holy life...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;God says that&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;He is slow to anger... and rich in love.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;And I believe Him.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;If God says is, that settles it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;And therefore I know, when I sincerely&amp;nbsp;apologize, and ask for His forgiveness, I know ~ without a shadow of doubt ~ that I am forgiven.&amp;nbsp;And with that powerful knowledge in my mind and spirit I have full confidence again when I pray or just speak to my Father again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I don't feel guilty because I&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;believe&amp;nbsp;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;every word He says.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/873893183001929827-2661721681990377907?l=restourasie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/feeds/2661721681990377907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2011/07/every-single-morning-is-new-beginning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/2661721681990377907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/2661721681990377907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2011/07/every-single-morning-is-new-beginning.html' title='Every single morning is a new beginning'/><author><name>Restourasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13636032280146144344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CGJ7iYfkyNU/TuBz4oLl9wI/AAAAAAAABQo/EB1K39advao/s220/me-5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MsQxQKhUS44/Ti__3sZ-KkI/AAAAAAAABFw/Jm0lbEo21KU/s72-c/sunrise.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873893183001929827.post-2055600972359330494</id><published>2011-07-20T08:31:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T08:31:55.982+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffccff;"&gt;Live Simply..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffccff;"&gt;Love generously..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffccff;"&gt;Care deeply..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffccff;"&gt;Speak kindly..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ccff;"&gt;Be kinder than necessary~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ccff;"&gt;Everyone is fighting some kind of battle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffccff;"&gt;Success is not a matter of being the best and winning the race,&lt;br /&gt;Success is a matter of handling the worst and still finish the race...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you run with wolves, you will learn how to howl. But, if you associate with eagles, you will learn how to soar to great heights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffccff;"&gt;A mirror reflects a man's face, but what he is really like is shown by the kind of friends he chooses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ccff;"&gt;do what makes u happy&lt;br /&gt;b with who makes u smile&lt;br /&gt;laugh as much as u breathe&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; love as long as u live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffccff;"&gt;if I have 2 choose between&lt;br /&gt;love and breath&lt;br /&gt;I would choose my last&lt;br /&gt;breath 2 love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ccff;"&gt;With some people you spend and evening; with others you invest it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffccff;"&gt;Ander mense maak jou nie wat jy is nie; hul ontmasker jou net vir wat jy is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ccff;"&gt;We don't change God's message&lt;br /&gt;His message changes us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #66cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffccff;"&gt;A Women's heart should be so hidden in Christ, that a man should have to seek HIM first to find her.&lt;/span&gt; &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/873893183001929827-2055600972359330494?l=restourasie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/feeds/2055600972359330494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2011/07/quotes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/2055600972359330494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/2055600972359330494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2011/07/quotes.html' title='Quotes'/><author><name>Restourasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13636032280146144344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CGJ7iYfkyNU/TuBz4oLl9wI/AAAAAAAABQo/EB1K39advao/s220/me-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873893183001929827.post-6390909674111024399</id><published>2011-07-20T08:29:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T08:29:24.682+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop and Ponder</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: &amp;quot;Kristen ITC&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-ZA; mso-themecolor: background1;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;‘If you have never experienced the &lt;strong&gt;Glory of God&lt;/strong&gt;... you have no motivation to worship.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘If you were to be killed for your faith... will there be enough &lt;strong&gt;evidence&lt;/strong&gt; for &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; to be killed?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘To &lt;b&gt;compromise&lt;/b&gt; is to deviate from the truth..’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘The soul of the flesh is in the blood and that was what Jesus did. He poured out His soul for us &lt;strong&gt;through His blood&lt;/strong&gt;.’&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&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/873893183001929827-6390909674111024399?l=restourasie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/feeds/6390909674111024399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2011/07/stop-and-ponder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/6390909674111024399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/6390909674111024399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2011/07/stop-and-ponder.html' title='Stop and Ponder'/><author><name>Restourasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13636032280146144344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CGJ7iYfkyNU/TuBz4oLl9wI/AAAAAAAABQo/EB1K39advao/s220/me-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873893183001929827.post-5960952662221358874</id><published>2011-07-14T13:39:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T13:39:54.894+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Love love love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA" style="color: white;"&gt;The surest way to find God is not to make&amp;nbsp;Him a private possession, a problem solver, or an instant consolation in time of need, but rather by opening to love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA" style="color: white;"&gt;The Apostle John said that.&amp;nbsp; He said: 'God is love, and anyone who lives in love is living with God and God is living in him.&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rev. John Powell, Professor, Loyola University, Chicago&lt;/em&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/873893183001929827-5960952662221358874?l=restourasie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/feeds/5960952662221358874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2011/07/love-love-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/5960952662221358874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/5960952662221358874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2011/07/love-love-love.html' title='Love love love'/><author><name>Restourasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13636032280146144344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CGJ7iYfkyNU/TuBz4oLl9wI/AAAAAAAABQo/EB1K39advao/s220/me-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873893183001929827.post-805313727307683116</id><published>2011-07-06T07:17:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T07:17:19.492+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Treatments vs the Beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I have Just read an article about the various types of spa treatments for women…&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;but not the relaxing, spoiling, ever fabulous spa treatments that immediately comes to mind. This is for your &lt;em&gt;vagina&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vajacial&lt;/strong&gt; is a 50 minute ‘facial’.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;A certain Wax Bar describes it as &lt;em&gt;‘giving your crotch the best non-orgasmic experience you can image’&lt;/em&gt;. This Vajacial involves four steps: cleansing, exfoliation, extracting ingrown hairs and a calming, anti-freckle, anti-acne masking and lightening cream.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Another word that got my attention is &lt;strong&gt;Vattooing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;- a temporary tattoo for your vagina.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;The more I kept thinking about this the more I felt a deep sense of sadness in my spirit. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;What has happened to women that we resort to extreme practices like these? Why are we buying into this at all?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Yes we are emotional and sexual beings, but it is almost as if we have &lt;em&gt;triggered something&lt;/em&gt; – created a monster of some sort - where we not only accept but invite the most perverse and lustful &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;spirits into our ourselves, our homes!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Why are we doing this? Allowing this? Taking part in this? &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Have women become so occupied with their sexuality that they need to ‘sell’ themselves by the means of their vaginas?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Is this maybe the only way they are able to attract attention… and hold it? &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Another phenomenon that the world clings to is sex toys.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Vibrators, rubber penis’s, porn films… You need to understand that these little extras that you bring into your marriage&amp;nbsp;are nothing less than a 3&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;rd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; person.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;God created men and women to have sex with one another. Not with one another and another thing… or another person.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;When God created a wife for Adam, He only created one wife and called her Eve.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Not Steve. Nor did He create two wives….with a little extra. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;What happened to the good all days where your husband and the romance between you and him was more than enough to keep the love flame burning for 50 years?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;That the only “extra’s” you needed was maybe a candle and music to enrich the mood?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Go back to the beginning, and start building on the love and respect you have had for one another – &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;invite Jesus into your marriage&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, and once that is in place the love flame will burn high again.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Guaranteed&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;You came into this world with a guarantee.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The &lt;em&gt;Bible&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;If anything goes wrong, or does not work anymore – like the dying fire in you, your marriage, your relationships, go back to the &lt;em&gt;Guarantee&lt;/em&gt; and ask the &lt;em&gt;Manufacturer&lt;/em&gt; to ‘fix’ you… like He created you in the Beginning.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Same with your marriage… go back to the &lt;em&gt;Beginning&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/873893183001929827-805313727307683116?l=restourasie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/feeds/805313727307683116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2011/07/treatments-vs-beginning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/805313727307683116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/805313727307683116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2011/07/treatments-vs-beginning.html' title='Treatments vs the Beginning'/><author><name>Restourasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13636032280146144344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CGJ7iYfkyNU/TuBz4oLl9wI/AAAAAAAABQo/EB1K39advao/s220/me-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873893183001929827.post-3919454388517777168</id><published>2011-06-30T07:01:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T07:01:19.820+02:00</updated><title type='text'>42day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-ZA; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-ZA; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;Thankfulness will cause you to rise above circumstances&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-ZA; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-ZA; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-ZA; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-ZA; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Your attitude determines your future.&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/873893183001929827-3919454388517777168?l=restourasie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.alivetogod.com' title='42day'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/feeds/3919454388517777168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2011/06/42day.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/3919454388517777168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/3919454388517777168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2011/06/42day.html' title='42day'/><author><name>Restourasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13636032280146144344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CGJ7iYfkyNU/TuBz4oLl9wI/AAAAAAAABQo/EB1K39advao/s220/me-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873893183001929827.post-1907293207286789538</id><published>2011-06-29T07:18:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T07:18:14.614+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus Loves Families</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gK4SUMxObZE/Tgq1jW69gpI/AAAAAAAABEI/4piFhqJKJs4/s1600/jesus-animated-gif-image-0108.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gK4SUMxObZE/Tgq1jW69gpI/AAAAAAAABEI/4piFhqJKJs4/s1600/jesus-animated-gif-image-0108.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/873893183001929827-1907293207286789538?l=restourasie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/feeds/1907293207286789538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2011/06/jesus-loves-families.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/1907293207286789538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/1907293207286789538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2011/06/jesus-loves-families.html' title='Jesus Loves Families'/><author><name>Restourasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13636032280146144344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CGJ7iYfkyNU/TuBz4oLl9wI/AAAAAAAABQo/EB1K39advao/s220/me-5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gK4SUMxObZE/Tgq1jW69gpI/AAAAAAAABEI/4piFhqJKJs4/s72-c/jesus-animated-gif-image-0108.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873893183001929827.post-6509410166793198841</id><published>2011-06-27T10:13:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T10:13:17.076+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Dankie Here dat U praat in prentjies!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Wanneer jy nie naby aan die Here leef, daagliks geanker en gewortel is in Hom nie - dis dan wanneer jy 'hurts' op tel....&amp;nbsp; dinge vinnig issues raak, maklik seerkry, maklik skaafplekke optel en oorsensitief is vir mense en hul dinge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/873893183001929827-6509410166793198841?l=restourasie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/feeds/6509410166793198841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2011/06/dankie-here-dat-u-praat-in-prentjies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/6509410166793198841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/6509410166793198841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2011/06/dankie-here-dat-u-praat-in-prentjies.html' title='Dankie Here dat U praat in prentjies!'/><author><name>Restourasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13636032280146144344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CGJ7iYfkyNU/TuBz4oLl9wI/AAAAAAAABQo/EB1K39advao/s220/me-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873893183001929827.post-6220416069216967228</id><published>2011-06-24T07:08:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T07:08:31.278+02:00</updated><title type='text'>So ver</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ek voel&amp;nbsp;so ver van U af Here&lt;/em&gt;... Is dit omdat ek so lui geword het soos wat dit koud is? Hoekom het ek so 'n veradderlike hart wat U afskeep om eerder&amp;nbsp;iets 'lekkerders' te doen - soos om opgekrul op die bank te le en 'n fliek te kyk&amp;nbsp;-&amp;nbsp;onder 'n warm kombers? U is werklik die belangrikste &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mens Gees en Wese&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; in my lewe -&amp;nbsp; maar waarom dan is dit so maklik om aan U die minste tyd te bestee?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Vergewe my Vader - ek is so swak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/873893183001929827-6220416069216967228?l=restourasie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/feeds/6220416069216967228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2011/06/so-ver.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/6220416069216967228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/6220416069216967228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2011/06/so-ver.html' title='So ver'/><author><name>Restourasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13636032280146144344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CGJ7iYfkyNU/TuBz4oLl9wI/AAAAAAAABQo/EB1K39advao/s220/me-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873893183001929827.post-4821422790275329869</id><published>2011-06-22T07:22:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T07:22:02.702+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Revelation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I know your deeds. See, I have placed before you an open door that no one can shut. I know that you have little strength, yet you have kept My word and have not denied&amp;nbsp;My name. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="woj"&gt;I will make those who are of the synagogue of Satan, who claim to be Jews though they are not, but are liars—I will make them come and fall down at your feet and acknowledge that I have loved you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="woj"&gt;Since you have kept My command to endure patiently, I will also keep you from the hour of trial that is going to come on the whole world to test the inhabitants of the earth.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="woj"&gt;I am coming soon. Hold on to what you have, so that no one will take your crown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revelation 3:8-11&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/873893183001929827-4821422790275329869?l=restourasie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/feeds/4821422790275329869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2011/06/revelation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/4821422790275329869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/4821422790275329869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2011/06/revelation.html' title='Revelation'/><author><name>Restourasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13636032280146144344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CGJ7iYfkyNU/TuBz4oLl9wI/AAAAAAAABQo/EB1K39advao/s220/me-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873893183001929827.post-7517112689169876906</id><published>2011-06-22T07:10:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T07:10:08.407+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Father I pray</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Father it is my prayer today that You open my eyes to the works of the enemy operating in my immediate surroundings. My personal space…. My work&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;‚&lt;/span&gt; my family life&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;‚&lt;/span&gt; my friends and the Ministry You entrusted me with.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Father show me the people that I must be wary of.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I pray that You will send Your angels to stand their guard against the evil doers&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;‚&lt;/span&gt; the gossipers and the backbiters&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;‚&lt;/span&gt; the mudslingers&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;‚&lt;/span&gt; and slanderers that surrounds me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am You beloved child. It is in You that I put my trust. Please guide me in my path&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;‚&lt;/span&gt; shine Your light upon the road that I need to walk on.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;And protect me from the evil one. I am really scared Jesus and I need Your Sovereign Protection.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I pray the blood of Your most Beloved Son Jesus upon me; my work&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;‚&lt;/span&gt; my family&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;‚&lt;/span&gt; my friends and the Ministry.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;May no harm come to us.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I proclaim in the Name of Jesus that no weapon formed against us shall prosper.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&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/873893183001929827-7517112689169876906?l=restourasie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/feeds/7517112689169876906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2011/06/father-i-pray.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/7517112689169876906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/7517112689169876906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2011/06/father-i-pray.html' title='Father I pray'/><author><name>Restourasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13636032280146144344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CGJ7iYfkyNU/TuBz4oLl9wI/AAAAAAAABQo/EB1K39advao/s220/me-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873893183001929827.post-2917780468122541891</id><published>2011-06-22T07:06:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T07:06:04.524+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Lack of Knowledge</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;My people are destroyed for lack of knowledge; because you [the priestly nation] have rejected knowledge, I will also reject you that you shall be no priest to Me; seeing you have forgotten the law of your God, I will also forget your children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hosea 4:6&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/873893183001929827-2917780468122541891?l=restourasie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/feeds/2917780468122541891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2011/06/lack-of-knowledge.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/2917780468122541891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/2917780468122541891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2011/06/lack-of-knowledge.html' title='Lack of Knowledge'/><author><name>Restourasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13636032280146144344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CGJ7iYfkyNU/TuBz4oLl9wI/AAAAAAAABQo/EB1K39advao/s220/me-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873893183001929827.post-1806079589223270231</id><published>2011-06-14T07:39:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T07:39:12.326+02:00</updated><title type='text'>FACE-iT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3r5B6lmWHWw/TfbwpC6yhQI/AAAAAAAABDk/e9JWGqyX_nQ/s1600/Green-Logo.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="185" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3r5B6lmWHWw/TfbwpC6yhQI/AAAAAAAABDk/e9JWGqyX_nQ/s320/Green-Logo.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-ZA; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;a&amp;nbsp;united venture of &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Restoration Ministries&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Daughters of the King SA.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Kristen ITC&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tw Cen MT&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 13pt; font-style: normal; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe UI&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;"&gt;These workshops are held at:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tw Cen MT&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 13pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe UI&amp;quot;;"&gt;Doxa Deo Noord Kampus Kameeldrift, South Africa&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tw Cen MT&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 13pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe UI&amp;quot;;"&gt;Plot 229, Zambesi Ave, Derdepoort&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tw Cen MT&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 13pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe UI&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tw Cen MT&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 13pt; font-style: normal; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe UI&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;"&gt;Kindly contact us for more information:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tw Cen MT&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 13pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe UI&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tw Cen MT&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 13pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe UI&amp;quot;;"&gt;Suzette – 083 391 3158&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tw Cen MT&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 13pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe UI&amp;quot;;"&gt;Leandri – 071 889 1012&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/873893183001929827-1806079589223270231?l=restourasie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/feeds/1806079589223270231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2011/01/face-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/1806079589223270231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/1806079589223270231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2011/01/face-it.html' title='FACE-iT!'/><author><name>Restourasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13636032280146144344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CGJ7iYfkyNU/TuBz4oLl9wI/AAAAAAAABQo/EB1K39advao/s220/me-5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3r5B6lmWHWw/TfbwpC6yhQI/AAAAAAAABDk/e9JWGqyX_nQ/s72-c/Green-Logo.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873893183001929827.post-1752529494616362967</id><published>2011-06-13T08:07:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T08:07:55.473+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Here leer my nederigheid</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Freestyle Script&amp;quot;; font-size: 24pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;'Here, maak ons gewillig om te verander wanneer ons verkeerd is, en maak ons maklik om mee saam te leef wanneer ons reg is.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Freestyle Script&amp;quot;; font-size: 24pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/873893183001929827-1752529494616362967?l=restourasie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/feeds/1752529494616362967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2011/06/here-leer-my-nederigheid.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/1752529494616362967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/1752529494616362967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2011/06/here-leer-my-nederigheid.html' title='Here leer my nederigheid'/><author><name>Restourasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13636032280146144344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CGJ7iYfkyNU/TuBz4oLl9wI/AAAAAAAABQo/EB1K39advao/s220/me-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873893183001929827.post-2918542306694606616</id><published>2011-06-07T11:47:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T11:47:21.721+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The World needs You Jesus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Lord of the Armies! Ignite this fire in my spirit that wants to escape and burst forth to set the world on fire with Your Mercy and Grace and Everlasting Love.&amp;nbsp;In Jesus Name I pray. Amen.&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/873893183001929827-2918542306694606616?l=restourasie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/feeds/2918542306694606616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2011/06/world-needs-you-jesus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/2918542306694606616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/2918542306694606616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2011/06/world-needs-you-jesus.html' title='The World needs You Jesus'/><author><name>Restourasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13636032280146144344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CGJ7iYfkyNU/TuBz4oLl9wI/AAAAAAAABQo/EB1K39advao/s220/me-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873893183001929827.post-1479608429770592541</id><published>2011-06-07T11:45:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T11:45:04.180+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Elohim Hashivenu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh Lord God, Restore Us&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Ps 80:19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abba Father Holy God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is my cry today that You will make haste and&amp;nbsp;restore Your beloved people - those whom You have created. Those whom &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;You&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; have chosen as &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; people. You &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;chose me&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Father, I was Your choice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Restore this vessle of Yours so that I may go and sin no more. That I may live a life that will forever please You... &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My beloved King.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stand before Your Mercy Throne. My Love. My Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are all I&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;have&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are all I need.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are my hearts desire.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/873893183001929827-1479608429770592541?l=restourasie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/feeds/1479608429770592541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2011/06/elohim-hashivenu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/1479608429770592541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/1479608429770592541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2011/06/elohim-hashivenu.html' title='Elohim Hashivenu'/><author><name>Restourasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13636032280146144344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CGJ7iYfkyNU/TuBz4oLl9wI/AAAAAAAABQo/EB1K39advao/s220/me-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873893183001929827.post-408623849924110650</id><published>2011-05-19T19:31:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T19:31:33.079+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Exit Lack</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A very&amp;nbsp;long, long&amp;nbsp;time ago, Adam and Eve lived in Eden (Eden symbolises abundance, paradise etc.) when satan entered their home of peace, liberty, abundance, paradise and&amp;nbsp;stole their freedom with his deceitful lie.&amp;nbsp; A curse came upon them (us) and they were ordered by God to leave (exit) abundance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;BUT ...!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then God our Loving Father send Jesus to die on a cross and when &lt;strong&gt;Jesus' blood spilled God reversed the curse and everything changed!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;in other words:&amp;nbsp; (&lt;em&gt;I just had a light-bulb moment&lt;/em&gt;) abundance has been released - back into our lives - when Jesus died on the cross.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Why did we not get this before&lt;/u&gt;; We so confidently and faithfully pray "by His stripes I am healed" why have we never confidently and faithfully pray "by His stripes [and all His blood] I am no longer under the curse of poverty and lack but rather accepted it as 'part of life'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jesus thank You for revealing your heart and word to me&lt;/strong&gt; [and to those who want to hear]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I rebuke every form of lack and poverty&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;speak over my life: healing abundance love patience kindness selfcontrol liberty freedom blessing my cup runneth over peace faith and power. In Jesus Holy Name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The power of His Glory shines upon me and my family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;19 May 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed: Suzette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;His beloved daughter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/873893183001929827-408623849924110650?l=restourasie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/feeds/408623849924110650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2011/05/exit-lack.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/408623849924110650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/408623849924110650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2011/05/exit-lack.html' title='Exit Lack'/><author><name>Restourasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13636032280146144344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CGJ7iYfkyNU/TuBz4oLl9wI/AAAAAAAABQo/EB1K39advao/s220/me-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873893183001929827.post-1118232841297297427</id><published>2011-05-19T11:56:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T11:56:30.265+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Continue doing good</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hebrews 6:10&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;MV Boli&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;God is not unjust; He will not forget your work and the &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; you have shown &lt;strong&gt;Him&lt;/strong&gt; as you have helped &lt;strong&gt;His people&lt;/strong&gt; and continue to help them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/873893183001929827-1118232841297297427?l=restourasie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/feeds/1118232841297297427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2011/05/continue-doing-good.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/1118232841297297427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/1118232841297297427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2011/05/continue-doing-good.html' title='Continue doing good'/><author><name>Restourasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13636032280146144344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CGJ7iYfkyNU/TuBz4oLl9wI/AAAAAAAABQo/EB1K39advao/s220/me-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873893183001929827.post-1892619118755123752</id><published>2011-05-09T09:29:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T09:29:29.579+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Travelling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Remember that happiness is a way of travel, not a destination.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/873893183001929827-1892619118755123752?l=restourasie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/feeds/1892619118755123752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2011/05/travelling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/1892619118755123752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/1892619118755123752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2011/05/travelling.html' title='Travelling'/><author><name>Restourasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13636032280146144344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CGJ7iYfkyNU/TuBz4oLl9wI/AAAAAAAABQo/EB1K39advao/s220/me-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873893183001929827.post-5764169241319938667</id><published>2011-04-19T15:05:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T15:05:49.777+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The luring of the evil</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;17 million &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;women&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; watch pornography every week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;1 out of 3 online pornography viewers are &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;women&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: orange; color: white; font-size: large;"&gt;Abba Father please save&amp;nbsp;us from this road we are on. Forgive us our sins and keep us from the evil one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: orange; color: white; font-size: large;"&gt;In&amp;nbsp;Jesus Holy Name&amp;nbsp;I pray. Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/873893183001929827-5764169241319938667?l=restourasie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/feeds/5764169241319938667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2011/04/luring-of-evil.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/5764169241319938667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/5764169241319938667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2011/04/luring-of-evil.html' title='The luring of the evil'/><author><name>Restourasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13636032280146144344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CGJ7iYfkyNU/TuBz4oLl9wI/AAAAAAAABQo/EB1K39advao/s220/me-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873893183001929827.post-617617452736247745</id><published>2011-04-07T08:40:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T08:47:45.549+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Gospel Profiles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Check out our latest artist profiles on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Louis Brittz&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Retief Burger&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://face-it-ministry.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://face-it-ministry.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;compiled by Elsie Bornman.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PJQWoGZVvrI/TZ1dp172wQI/AAAAAAAABDc/wQYZqMbbDPI/s1600/Elsie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="132" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PJQWoGZVvrI/TZ1dp172wQI/AAAAAAAABDc/wQYZqMbbDPI/s200/Elsie.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; 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verskaf die waarheid wat ons moet ken, &lt;em&gt;God se mense&lt;/em&gt; verskaf die ondersteuning wat ons nodig het om te groei en &lt;em&gt;moeilike omstandighede&lt;/em&gt; verskaf die omgewing waarin ons Christelikheid moet wys. Jy sal meer soos Jesus word wanneer jy God se Woord toepas, gereeld kontak met ander gelowiges het en leer om God in elke situasie te vertrou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Geestelike volwassenheid gebeur nie oornag nie en is nie gewaarborg nie. &lt;strong&gt;Dit is 'n geleidelike ontwikkeling wat toegewydheid en dissipline vereis. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Efesiërs 4:13 NLV)&lt;/span&gt;. Selfs wanneer jy struikel en val, sal God getrou wees. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Solank jy aan jou geestelike groei toegewyd is,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; sal Hy ook wees! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;God is meer oor jou karakter as jou loopbaan begaan omdat jou karakter saam met jou die ewigheid in gaan. Die Bybel sê: '...Moenie julle leefstyl aanpas by die gedragspatrone van hierdie wêreld nie, maar laat God julle omvorm deurdat Hy julle denkpatrone vernuwe. Dan sal julle goed kan onderskei wat Hy wil hê dat julle moet doen, naamlik dit wat werklik goed en aanvaarbaar en volmaak is.' &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Romeine 12:2 NLV).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jy moet elke dag 'n besluit neem en daarop fokus om meer soos Jesus te word. &lt;strong&gt;God se inwonende Gees sal jou daarin help.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;~ &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Geskryf deur Bob en Debby Gass~ Radio Kansel dagstuk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/873893183001929827-1293935752776023015?l=restourasie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/feeds/1293935752776023015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2011/03/jou-geestelike-groei-hang-van-jou-af.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/1293935752776023015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873893183001929827/posts/default/1293935752776023015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restourasie.blogspot.com/2011/03/jou-geestelike-groei-hang-van-jou-af.html' title='Jou geestelike groei hang van jou af'/><author><name>Restourasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13636032280146144344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CGJ7iYfkyNU/TuBz4oLl9wI/AAAAAAAABQo/EB1K39advao/s220/me-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
