<?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-2976076095356495667</id><updated>2012-02-24T16:01:10.324-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lemonade Miracles</title><subtitle type='html'>When you turn lemons into lemonade, you may be surprised at the outcome</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemonademiracles.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976076095356495667/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemonademiracles.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>JourneyOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442001521323096619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AemtyzIDC30/TjCRihP59tI/AAAAAAAAAAg/81j6lmAVzmQ/s220/Miriam1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2976076095356495667.post-869293719941238562</id><published>2011-10-24T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T13:44:01.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tetris</title><content type='html'>&lt;style&gt;@font-face {  font-family: "Times New Roman";}p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }table.MsoNormalTable { font-size: 10pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }div.Section1 { page: Section1; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I love the game Tetris. It was one of the only games on mymom’s phone, so I would play it over and over and over. I actually got prettygood. I finally got an “okay” instead of a “you stink and should go back tokindergarten to learn your shapes!” If any of you are thinking, “Wow, she gotan okay! All I’ve ever gotten is an ‘I’m sorry, we cannot tell you your scoreat this time. My super-computer doesn’t count that low.’” you should know thatI am free to sign autographs any day of the week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Eventhough it is a fun game, it doesn’t make any sense. The point is to catch theshapes that the computer is dropping in such a way that they form a line anddisappear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Itis kind of like our lives. We are the computer, the shapes are our sins, andGod is catching our sin to make it disappear. He is wiping our sins out ofexistence if we drop them and ask Him to wipe them away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;What if the computer decided tokeep all of the shapes for itself? If the shapes weren’t just dots on a screen,but took up actual space, the computer would be bogged down with all of theshapes that it had stored. The computer would eventually crash because all ofits space was used for storing the shapes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;What if we decided to keep all ofour sin? If we said, “God, I can take care of it. I’m big and smart enough!”and kept all of the sin stored up inside, our conscience would bug us to deathabout every little thing we had done. Finally, when our sins became too greatfor us to hold on to, we would either crash or cry out to God for help. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;God is standing with His arms openwide asking us to give Him our sins and troubles. He is ready to take our sinsand make them disappear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;I could easily say, “I don’t feellike catching shapes today, so I’ll read a book instead.” God could easily say,“These humans don’t get it! I’m ready to take their sins, but they just hold onto them and call them ‘My precious’ over and over again. I’m done.” And Hecould easily walk away and leave us to suffer. But, thankfully, He doesn’t. Hestands there and coaxes us to give Him all of the rotten things in our lives. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;I only have the Demo version ofTetris on my mom’s phone. We didn’t think that is was worth the dollar to ownit. However, God doesn’t just own the Demo version. He bought the full versionwith His blood! He paid a lot to catch our sins for us. We should let Him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;Every one of us has some sin thatwe’re holding on to. Let it go. Every one of us is stupid enough to think thatwe should keep our sins to ourselves and not allow God to dispose of them. Allwe need to do is ask. He is standing there waiting for us to drop our sins andgive Him control of our lives. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;Anyone want to play Tetris with me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&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/2976076095356495667-869293719941238562?l=lemonademiracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemonademiracles.blogspot.com/feeds/869293719941238562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lemonademiracles.blogspot.com/2011/10/tetris.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976076095356495667/posts/default/869293719941238562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976076095356495667/posts/default/869293719941238562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemonademiracles.blogspot.com/2011/10/tetris.html' title='Tetris'/><author><name>JourneyOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442001521323096619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AemtyzIDC30/TjCRihP59tI/AAAAAAAAAAg/81j6lmAVzmQ/s220/Miriam1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2976076095356495667.post-4076031871196071353</id><published>2011-10-24T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T13:43:08.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Camels, Needles, and Rich Men</title><content type='html'>&lt;style&gt;@font-face {  font-family: "Times New Roman";}p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }table.MsoNormalTable { font-size: 10pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }div.Section1 { page: Section1; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;I am a packrat. I have kepteverything that I have ever received. Every letter, pencil, and constellation.I just recently threw out all of my McDonald’s toys. I don’t consider myselfrich, but I have grown very attached to my things. If a robber were to come,miraculously find some worth in my possessions, and steal something I would beheartbroken. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;InMatthew, it says that there was a rich man who came to Jesus and asked what hehad to do to get eternal life. Jesus answered that he must keep thecommandments. Commandments such as do not steal, murder, commit adultery, orlie. You must honor your parents and love your neighbor as yourself. The richman said that he had kept all of the commandments, but that he was still missingsomething. In the NIV version of the Bible, Jesus answered: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Ifyou want to be perfect, go, sell your possessions and give to the poor, and youwill have treasure in heaven. Then come, follow me.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Theman couldn’t do it! The rich man walked away and left eternal life behind, justso that he could keep his gold and fancy foods. Jesus continued and said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“TrulyI tell you, it is hard for someone who is rich to enter the kingdom of heaven.Again I tell you, it is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needlethan for someone who is rich to enter the kingdom of God.” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Wow.Would I be able to give up all of my belongings? My yo-yos, erasers, and deerbones? I don’t know if I would be able to give up all of the things that I havecome to love. Luckily, Jesus continued by saying: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Withman this is impossible, but with God all things are possible.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Idon’t have to worry about not being able to give up my trinkets and do-dads. IfI ask God to help me let go, He will help me. This doesn’t just apply toletters and yo-yos. It applies to everything. Your house, computer, friends,family. In order to enter the Kingdom of God, you must give God your parents,children, and best friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“TrulyI tell you, it is hard for someone who is rich to enter the kingdom of heaven.Again I tell you, it is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needlethan for someone who is rich to enter the kingdom of God.” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Weare all rich. We all have a family and a Heavenly Father who loves us. In &lt;i&gt;LittleHouse on the Prairie&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt; Pa learns that aperson is rich not just with possessions, but with people as well. If that istrue, we are all extremely rich because of all of the people in our life. Weare especially rich in God’s love. But, in order to enter the Kingdom of Heaven,we must give up all of the people in our lives. We must give them to God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Areyou willing to give your money, family, and future vacation to the moon to God?If not, you will never receive eternal life. For it will be easier for a camelto pass through the eye of a needle than for you to enter the Kingdom of God.But you don’t have to do it alone. You can ask for God to help you give upeverything that is dear to you! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“WithGod all things are possible.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&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/2976076095356495667-4076031871196071353?l=lemonademiracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemonademiracles.blogspot.com/feeds/4076031871196071353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lemonademiracles.blogspot.com/2011/10/camels-needles-and-rich-men.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976076095356495667/posts/default/4076031871196071353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976076095356495667/posts/default/4076031871196071353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemonademiracles.blogspot.com/2011/10/camels-needles-and-rich-men.html' title='Camels, Needles, and Rich Men'/><author><name>JourneyOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442001521323096619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AemtyzIDC30/TjCRihP59tI/AAAAAAAAAAg/81j6lmAVzmQ/s220/Miriam1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2976076095356495667.post-5716513558274196163</id><published>2011-09-06T12:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T12:25:55.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Travel, Bucket Lists, and Devouring Chocolate Factories</title><content type='html'>&lt;style&gt;@font-face {  font-family: "Times New Roman";}p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }table.MsoNormalTable { font-size: 10pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }div.Section1 { page: Section1; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;As school begins to approach I tendto go school shopping, pack my backpack, and search the land for a timemachine. I would love nothing better than to zoom to the future. I would landon the day of my college graduation. Finally, I can fulfill my dreams ofbecoming a teacher! I would have a diploma and no strained brain muscles. Theonly bad part about skipping my schooling is all of the experiences that Iwould miss. Such as school plays, youth group events, and sleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Ihave, also, heard about the side effects of time travel – puffy eyes, wobblylegs, and an unexplainable urge to devour an entire chocolate factory. The lastone doesn’t sound that bad, but the first two are not on my bucket list. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Eventhough I would love to travel to the future, I must say that I have a prettygood life. God knew exactly what each of us was going to do in the future andplaced us in the life He wanted us to be in. It may not seem ideal at the time,but God knows the future and will take your experiences and use them for good.So, let’s trust that God has a plan. But that doesn’t mean that we can’t lookfor a time machine! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2976076095356495667-5716513558274196163?l=lemonademiracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemonademiracles.blogspot.com/feeds/5716513558274196163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lemonademiracles.blogspot.com/2011/09/time-travel-bucket-lists-and-devouring.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976076095356495667/posts/default/5716513558274196163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976076095356495667/posts/default/5716513558274196163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemonademiracles.blogspot.com/2011/09/time-travel-bucket-lists-and-devouring.html' title='Time Travel, Bucket Lists, and Devouring Chocolate Factories'/><author><name>JourneyOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442001521323096619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AemtyzIDC30/TjCRihP59tI/AAAAAAAAAAg/81j6lmAVzmQ/s220/Miriam1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2976076095356495667.post-781216879497574991</id><published>2011-08-28T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T15:48:15.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stage Fright, Inclines, and Sugar-free Squid Dumplings</title><content type='html'>&lt;style&gt;@font-face {  font-family: "Times New Roman";}p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }table.MsoNormalTable { font-size: 10pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }div.Section1 { page: Section1; }&lt;/style&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;style&gt;@font-face {  font-family: "Times New Roman";}p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }table.MsoNormalTable { font-size: 10pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }div.Section1 { page: Section1; }&lt;/style&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; My knees would go weak, sweat would bead on my forehead, and my voice would climb a few octaves. I would suffer from stage fright. That was not good because I am often on stage. Whether it’s because I’m singing, acting, or juggling fifteen lit candles while eating a giant sugar-free squid dumpling. Stage fright wasn’t exactly welcomed into my life. However, I have overcome my stage fright by knowing that all things are possible with God.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I love biking and I love climbing hills, or “inclines” as we call them. If I am full of energy, I can zoom right up the inclines, but if I’m tired and my gel bike seat has mysteriously turned to stone, I need an extra nudge up the inclines. Especially if that incline happens to have the word “Mount” in front of its name. I basically make it through every mountain by singing songs and talking loudly to God. My conversations basically consist of, “God, why in the world did you put this mountain here? Why couldn’t you have placed it fifty miles away? Or at least installed an escalator?” However, every time that an incline has snuck up on me, God has pushed me up the hill and reminded me that all things are possible with Him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Whenever I get ready to step out onto the stage or see a giant hill stepping in front of my path, I remember that with God all things are possible. One little prayer gives me the courage to step out onto the stage, to zoom up the hill, or swallow the sugar-free squid dumpling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2976076095356495667-781216879497574991?l=lemonademiracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemonademiracles.blogspot.com/feeds/781216879497574991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lemonademiracles.blogspot.com/2011/08/stage-fright-inclines-and-sugar-free.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976076095356495667/posts/default/781216879497574991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976076095356495667/posts/default/781216879497574991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemonademiracles.blogspot.com/2011/08/stage-fright-inclines-and-sugar-free.html' title='Stage Fright, Inclines, and Sugar-free Squid Dumplings'/><author><name>JourneyOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442001521323096619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AemtyzIDC30/TjCRihP59tI/AAAAAAAAAAg/81j6lmAVzmQ/s220/Miriam1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2976076095356495667.post-8286490985462369507</id><published>2011-08-26T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T14:14:17.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blind</title><content type='html'>&lt;style&gt;@font-face {  font-family: "Times New Roman";}p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }table.MsoNormalTable { font-size: 10pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }div.Section1 { page: Section1; }&lt;/style&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;I am pretty much &lt;b&gt;blind&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;. I have 20/100 eyesight! In order to see the name of a book three feet away, I have to lean in; in order for me to see the picture about five feet from my face, I have to squint; and in order for me to see the writing on the blimp soaring above my head, I have to get a telescope. Many times I have wished that I could jump into another persons head just to see what it is like to have excellent vision. To actually see the leaves on a tree instead of a green blob standing on a brown thing. To see a person’s face instead of assuming that they&lt;i&gt; do&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; have a mouth, nose, and fake mustache. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;1 Corinthians 13:12 says, “Now all we can see of God is like a cloudy picture in a mirror. Later we will see him face to face. We don’t know everything, but then we will, just as God completely understands us.”&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;What we know of God is even more unclear than what I see now! My vision will someday be better, whether it is by getting glasses or waiting until death and our new bodies. When that happens, I will probably say, “Wow! Look at what I missed! I thought that the sun was in the shape of a bent over zebra eating Jell-O from a triangular bowl! Now I can see that I had it all wrong. It’s in the shape of a circle! Wow!” I am missing so much. But someday, I will know the truth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;When we see God after we die, we will all be amazed at what we missed! Our eyes will be opened. That is a promise from God. We will know everything! Can you imagine that? Some of us are excited, but some of us are scared. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;What if, when I got glasses, I found out that I am really a turkey that will be shot for Thanksgiving Dinner? I would want to take my glasses off and throw them in the fire. I would want to hide behind the lie that I am a human and hope that life could go back to how it was before. However, when Thanksgiving rolls around, the turkey will die, whether I have my glasses on or not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;In the same way, when we die we will face judgment. Some of us will be rewarded for our faith in Christ. But others will find out that because they refused to believe that God died for their sins and refused to repent, they must face eternity in Hell. They will want to throw off their glasses and retreat back to Earth. But they can’t. They’re stuck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;We will all die someday. We will all receive “glasses” and be able to see clearly. Are you ready for them? Or are you going to throw them off and try to turn back? Because once your glasses are on, they never come off. We are all &lt;b&gt;blind&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;, but one day we will see. Are you scared to see? You don’t have to be! God came to Earth and died so that when judgment day, Thanksgiving for the turkey, comes you won’t have to die. You can live eternally in Heaven instead of in Hell. All &lt;i&gt;you &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;have to do is believe that God did do that and turn away from your sin. Don’t be afraid of the “glasses.” You don’t have to be afraid of knowing everything. You don’t have to be afraid of death. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;Right now, all of us are &lt;b&gt;blind&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;. But someday, we will all see! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&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/2976076095356495667-8286490985462369507?l=lemonademiracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemonademiracles.blogspot.com/feeds/8286490985462369507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lemonademiracles.blogspot.com/2011/08/blind.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976076095356495667/posts/default/8286490985462369507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976076095356495667/posts/default/8286490985462369507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemonademiracles.blogspot.com/2011/08/blind.html' title='Blind'/><author><name>JourneyOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442001521323096619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AemtyzIDC30/TjCRihP59tI/AAAAAAAAAAg/81j6lmAVzmQ/s220/Miriam1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2976076095356495667.post-6325938283928852692</id><published>2011-08-16T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T16:48:47.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Early Mornings, Ice Cream, and FBI Agents</title><content type='html'>&lt;style&gt;@font-face {  font-family: "Times New Roman";}p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }table.MsoNormalTable { font-size: 10pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }div.Section1 { page: Section1; }&lt;/style&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;Recently, I made a list of all the things I want to be when I grow up. It goes something like this: teacher, author, singer, actress, professional basketball player, FBI agent, President of the United States of America, and a few other reasonable jobs. Okay, so I realize that author and teacher are a little out of my reach, but President of the United States is a very reachable goal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;Can’t you see it now? I can. I’m behind a big desk, making laws, and pigging out on a whole half-gallon of chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream, a gift from the Queen of England. But, if I eat too much ice cream I might get sick and I’m not the biggest fan of puking. Maybe President of the Untied States is not the best job for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;How about an FBI agent? Too bad I’m no good at solving crimes. Well, that idea is out the window.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;Then I’m going to be a professional basketball player! I know what a basketball looks like. And I know that bouncing it up and down is called dabbling. At least I think it is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;I’m not the best author, and there are plenty of people with better voices than me.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Being a teacher requires getting up early, and acting is a hard field to get into. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;I don’t know what I want to be. But that’s okay, because I don’t know everything. Maybe being the garbage woman is what I was gifted to do! I don’t know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;But, I could have my entire life planned out, but be told that I wasn’t created to complete the goals I spent so long perfecting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;Two fishermen were called to shore and told that they weren’t supposed to be fishing for fish, but fishing for men instead. They were supposed to be gathering people for God’s use. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;I can make all the plans I want, but God will still have me do what is best for everybody. What is best for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&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/2976076095356495667-6325938283928852692?l=lemonademiracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemonademiracles.blogspot.com/feeds/6325938283928852692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lemonademiracles.blogspot.com/2011/08/early-mornings-ice-cream-and-fbi-agents.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976076095356495667/posts/default/6325938283928852692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976076095356495667/posts/default/6325938283928852692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemonademiracles.blogspot.com/2011/08/early-mornings-ice-cream-and-fbi-agents.html' title='Early Mornings, Ice Cream, and FBI Agents'/><author><name>JourneyOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442001521323096619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AemtyzIDC30/TjCRihP59tI/AAAAAAAAAAg/81j6lmAVzmQ/s220/Miriam1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2976076095356495667.post-6037822794415549282</id><published>2011-07-28T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-24T16:01:10.331-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walk on Water</title><content type='html'>&lt;style&gt;@font-face {  font-family: "Times New Roman";}p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }table.MsoNormalTable { font-size: 10pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }div.Section1 { page: Section1; }&lt;/style&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2976076095356495667-6037822794415549282?l=lemonademiracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemonademiracles.blogspot.com/feeds/6037822794415549282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lemonademiracles.blogspot.com/2011/07/walk-on-water.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976076095356495667/posts/default/6037822794415549282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976076095356495667/posts/default/6037822794415549282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemonademiracles.blogspot.com/2011/07/walk-on-water.html' title='Walk on Water'/><author><name>JourneyOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442001521323096619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AemtyzIDC30/TjCRihP59tI/AAAAAAAAAAg/81j6lmAVzmQ/s220/Miriam1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
