<?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-4990225223622600778</id><updated>2012-02-16T10:14:43.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Empty Jars</title><subtitle type='html'>But we have this treasure in jars of clay, to show that the surpassing power belongs to God and not to us.
-2 Corinthians 4:7</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empty-jars.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4990225223622600778/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empty-jars.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Katelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12615082766268137524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9VtGFl2judQ/Tyb2_lXHJsI/AAAAAAAABqg/KW1oBBTM-KU/s220/Empty%2BJars.jpeg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4990225223622600778.post-8470512558186910407</id><published>2012-02-14T11:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T11:18:02.259-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>I love Valentine's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having never been married or even had a serious boyfriend for that matter, it's probably not for the reasons you would think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that "Singles Awareness Day" and "Anti-Valentine's Day" movements are in full swing, but as a single gal, I still LOVE Valentine's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without fail, God shows up on Valentine's Day and reminds me of some of the things he's blessed me with that I love. Last year, it was watching the Olympics at home with my family while it snowed outside! (Big deal in South Georgia). This year, I'm excited about getting my ticket for Guatemala! One of my good friends, who had the opportunity to intern at a children's home outside of Guatemala City for six months, is taking me back with her during Holy Week so we can minister to the children. I'm so excited! I can't wait to be there and help these kids celebrate Easter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about all this on the way to work this morning. God is so funny in the irony that today, Valentine's Day, is the day I'm finally going to finalize these plans! Maybe it's just because I'm more aware of it, but Valentine's Day has really become a day that I spend reflecting on how thankful I am for all the wonderful things in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so easy for me to get distracted by the "if-onlys" in my life. If only I had a better body. If only this guy liked me. If only I could be better..... If only I could ........ Everybody has those. For whatever reason, Valentine's Day has become a day where God really throws how blessed I am in my face. My friends and family make today great! Single or not, I wouldn't trade the time I spend with God on Valentine's Day for anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: HelveticaNeue, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Beloved, let us love one another, for love is from God,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: HelveticaNeue, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;and whoever loves has been born of God and knows God.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: HelveticaNeue, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;(1 John 4:7)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: HelveticaNeue, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: HelveticaNeue, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;I know what love is because I know God. Nothing else even begins to compare!&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/4990225223622600778-8470512558186910407?l=empty-jars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empty-jars.blogspot.com/feeds/8470512558186910407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://empty-jars.blogspot.com/2012/02/valentines-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4990225223622600778/posts/default/8470512558186910407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4990225223622600778/posts/default/8470512558186910407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empty-jars.blogspot.com/2012/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Katelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12615082766268137524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9VtGFl2judQ/Tyb2_lXHJsI/AAAAAAAABqg/KW1oBBTM-KU/s220/Empty%2BJars.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4990225223622600778.post-4669682652162104525</id><published>2012-02-06T16:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T16:14:47.214-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear World</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: dimgrey; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;Originally published January 2012&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: dimgrey; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: dimgrey; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;Dear World,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: dimgrey; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: dimgrey; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: dimgrey; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;We, as a generation, accept that you see us the way you want to see us. You label us in the simplest terms. You call us ignorant, self-seeking, and unmotivated. You tell us we're irresponsible for not voting enough or not caring about the world enough. You tell us that we're a generation of rebels who look after nothing but our own interest. You pay millions of dollars every year to find out what we want in technology and how to best sell it to us, but when it comes to something bigger, you count us out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: dimgrey; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: dimgrey; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: dimgrey; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;We accept that you see us the way you want to see us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: dimgrey; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: dimgrey; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: dimgrey; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;We do not, however, accept your labels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: dimgrey; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: dimgrey; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: dimgrey; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;This week, I had the privelege to witness 45,000 college students descend on the city of Atlanta for the Passion 2012 conference and break apart every label that you could throw at them. They walked for miles in the cold to stand in lines and have the opportunity to lift up the name of Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: dimgrey; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: dimgrey; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: dimgrey; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: dimgrey; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g2e3usJi-H8/TwcjGN8E6OI/AAAAAAAABnQ/5DkWDasuAIw/s1600/16.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="color: #049bff; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g2e3usJi-H8/TwcjGN8E6OI/AAAAAAAABnQ/5DkWDasuAIw/s400/16.JPG" style="position: relative;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: dimgrey; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: dimgrey; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: left;"&gt;They're crazy you say. Just a bunch of college hippies. A bunch of religious freaks. Maybe. But just when you had comforted yourself by saying that they just came to stand around and sing to God, they&amp;nbsp;broke more of your labels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: dimgrey; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: dimgrey; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: left;"&gt;They did something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: dimgrey; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: dimgrey; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: left;"&gt;This generation that you complain about saying that we're uneducated and unaware, did something about the problems you love to sit around and talk about. We're a generation that has always known 24-hour news. We hear about the problems of the world all day, everyday. We hear your correspondants standing in the middle of broken places asking "what can be done?" We understand what a broken world looks like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: dimgrey; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: dimgrey; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: left;"&gt;We did something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: dimgrey; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: dimgrey; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: left;"&gt;Throughout the week, we were asked to give to end the horror of modern slavery. They asked us to raise $1 million. They told us stories that represented 27 million modern slaves. Then they asked us to give. We know you're broke college students they said. We know that you scrounge around in the sofa cushions looking for pizza money, but we will never count your generation out. They asked us to give.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: dimgrey; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: dimgrey; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: left;"&gt;Not only did a bunch of broke college students give, they did so happily. They stood in thousand people deep lines to give.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: dimgrey; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: dimgrey; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: dimgrey; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: dimgrey; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: dimgrey; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1cerpolC3DI/TwclKqK0c-I/AAAAAAAABng/Yta_f9CN0nk/s1600/18.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="color: #049bff; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="346" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1cerpolC3DI/TwclKqK0c-I/AAAAAAAABng/Yta_f9CN0nk/s400/18.JPG" style="position: relative;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: dimgrey; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; color: dimgrey; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: left;"&gt;So what happens when a bunch of religious, college hippies get behind a cause? What happens when a generation says they will do something now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; color: dimgrey; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; color: dimgrey; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: left;"&gt;They break through your labels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; color: dimgrey; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; color: dimgrey; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: left;"&gt;This generation was not satisfied with giving $1 million. Instead, they gave $3 million to local and international causes. Suddenly, you start to perk up. Suddenly, you start to notice this generation a little more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; color: dimgrey; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; color: dimgrey; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: left;"&gt;The Mayor of Atlanta Kasim Reed and the Leutinant Govenor of Georgia Casey Cagel noticed this generation. These broke college students said they horrified that one of the worst places for human trafficing was not in some foregin country but in Atlanta, Georgia. These students wanted to do something about it. In giving $100,000 to fund a new special victims task force, these students were saying that we were not going to stand by and let this injustice happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: dimgrey; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oxYARd1WYFg/TwcmjhwErNI/AAAAAAAABno/kDU79XbgW9Y/s1600/17.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="color: #049bff; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oxYARd1WYFg/TwcmjhwErNI/AAAAAAAABno/kDU79XbgW9Y/s400/17.JPG" style="position: relative;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; color: dimgrey; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: dimgrey; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;Are you paying attention yet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: dimgrey; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; color: dimgrey; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; color: dimgrey; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: left;"&gt;Beyond giving, these students awknoledged the brokenness of the world. They did something more than just give.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; color: dimgrey; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; color: dimgrey; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: left;"&gt;They prayed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; color: dimgrey; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; color: dimgrey; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: left;"&gt;They prayed for&amp;nbsp;a broken and dying world. They prayed for mercy. They prayed for healing.They prayed for resoration.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; color: dimgrey; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; color: dimgrey; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: left;"&gt;Just a phase you say. Their enthusiasm will die down when they're not surrounded by 45,000 of their friends. Maybe for some that's true. However, if there is one thing that we should come away with from witnessing this, it's to not count this generation out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; color: dimgrey; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; color: dimgrey; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: left;"&gt;You see us how you want to see us. We chose to do something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; color: dimgrey; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; color: dimgrey; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: left;"&gt;You want to know the most surprising thing? Every&amp;nbsp;single one of the 45,000 students will tell you that really, we didn't do anything. We are selfish. We are incapable. Do you remember why I said these students were in Atlanta in the first place?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; color: dimgrey; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; color: dimgrey; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: left;"&gt;To lift up the name of Jesus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; color: dimgrey; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; color: dimgrey; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: left;"&gt;On our own, we are incapable. We are selfish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; color: dimgrey; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; color: dimgrey; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: left;"&gt;We are ineffecitve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; color: dimgrey; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; color: dimgrey; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: left;"&gt;When we lift up the name of Jesus and through the power of the Holy Spirit,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; color: dimgrey; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: dimgrey; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we do something.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; color: dimgrey; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; color: dimgrey; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: dimgrey; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now when they saw the&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;boldness&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;of Peter and John, and perceived that they were&lt;b&gt;uneducated&lt;/b&gt;, common men, they were astonished. And they recognized that&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;they had been with Jesus.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: dimgrey; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt;Acts 4:13&lt;/em&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4990225223622600778-4669682652162104525?l=empty-jars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empty-jars.blogspot.com/feeds/4669682652162104525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://empty-jars.blogspot.com/2012/02/dear-world.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4990225223622600778/posts/default/4669682652162104525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4990225223622600778/posts/default/4669682652162104525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empty-jars.blogspot.com/2012/02/dear-world.html' title='Dear World'/><author><name>Katelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12615082766268137524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9VtGFl2judQ/Tyb2_lXHJsI/AAAAAAAABqg/KW1oBBTM-KU/s220/Empty%2BJars.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g2e3usJi-H8/TwcjGN8E6OI/AAAAAAAABnQ/5DkWDasuAIw/s72-c/16.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4990225223622600778.post-4276506620952173769</id><published>2012-02-01T06:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T06:53:00.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daniel- A New Name in Leadership</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;Originally published December 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;We can probably all think of several people throughout the Bible that we consider leaders. Some were more effective than others, and I believe we can learn something from each of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;Daniel has been the subject of many Sunday school lessons throughout my life. I learned about his friends Shadrach, Meshack, and Abednego and their close encounter with God in the fiery furnace. Who could forget the story of Daniel and the lion's den? I figured I knew the basics of who Daniel was. However, once I started really studying the book of Daniel, I realized that there was so much more to be learned from this leader.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;I was struck by several characteristics of Daniel, as well as a type of "cause-and-effect" relationship he had with God. We first come across Daniel when he is between 14 and 17 years old. He and other Israelite boys are brought to King Nebuchadnezzar's palace to basically be brain-washed in the ways of the Babylonians. This is where Daniel starts to stand out. I want to share some things that make Daniel a great leadership example.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.4; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.5em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 2.5em; padding-right: 2.5em; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0.25em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-indent: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;He held fast to his beliefs even when it meant losing his standing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul style="line-height: 1.4; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.5em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 2.5em; padding-right: 2.5em; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0.25em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-indent: 0px;"&gt;In 1:8-16, Daniel refused to defile himself by eating the food provided by the king. This pagan food would have been provided as an honor to the multiple gods of the kingdom. Even though Daniel's action went against the king's command, he kept his allegiance to God.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0.25em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-indent: 0px;"&gt;As a result of Daniel's faithfulness, God granted him favor in the sight of the chief eunuch. He was provided proper food and was healthier than those who ate the King's food.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.4; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.5em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 2.5em; padding-right: 2.5em; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0.25em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-indent: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;He was equipped for his calling&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul style="line-height: 1.4; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.5em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 2.5em; padding-right: 2.5em; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0.25em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-indent: 0px;"&gt;In 1:17, we see that God gave Daniel,&amp;nbsp;Shadrach, Meshack, and Abednego "learning and skill in all literature and wisdom, and Daniel had understanding in all visions and dreams."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0.25em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-indent: 0px;"&gt;God had equipped these young men to fulfill his calling on their lives&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0.25em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-indent: 0px;"&gt;He does the same thing for us!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.4; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.5em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 2.5em; padding-right: 2.5em; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0.25em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-indent: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;He used good judgement when he spoke, even in the midst of a crisis&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul style="line-height: 1.4; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.5em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 2.5em; padding-right: 2.5em; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0.25em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-indent: 0px;"&gt;In 2:12-16, we see that the King is very angry when none of his magicians, enchanters, or socercers could interpret his dream. He is so angry that he orders all the wise men of Babylon be destroyed (Pretty much he wanted to kill all the smart guys). The king's men are coming after Daniel and his friends with the intent of killing them. Daniel spoke with "prudence and discretion" to the captain of the king's guard. I don't know about you, but prudence (the ability to discipline oneself by the use of reason) and discretion (showing good judgement, the ability to make responsible decisions) would probably not be my first reaction when somebody showed up to kill me!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0.25em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-indent: 0px;"&gt;Sure enough, Daniel keeps his cool and requests to see the king so that he may interpret his dream (remember how God had gifted Daniel back in chapter 1?)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.4; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.5em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 2.5em; padding-right: 2.5em; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0.25em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-indent: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;He gave God the glory and remained humble&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul style="line-height: 1.4; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.5em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 2.5em; padding-right: 2.5em; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0.25em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-indent: 0px;"&gt;In preparing to go before the king, Daniel enlists the help of his friends by asking them to "seek mercy from the God of heaven concerning this mystery"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0.25em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-indent: 0px;"&gt;When God reveals the dream's interpretation to Daniel, he "blessed the God of heaven." Check out Daniel's praise in 2:20-23, it is a good summary of the theme of the book of Daniel&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0.25em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-indent: 0px;"&gt;When Daniel interprets the dream, the king is amazed. Daniel remains humble and tells the king that the mystery has been revealed to him "not because of any wisdom that I have more than all the living, but in order that the interpretation may be made known to the king."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.4; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.5em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 2.5em; padding-right: 2.5em; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0.25em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-indent: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Daniel had an "excellent spirit"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul style="line-height: 1.4; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.5em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 2.5em; padding-right: 2.5em; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0.25em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-indent: 0px;"&gt;In chapter 6, Daniel was over 80 years old, and had become the favorite of the King (now King Darius by the way). Daniel had become an excellent leader and was known for his wisdom, ability, attitude, and good reputation&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0.25em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-indent: 0px;"&gt;Interestingly, it's at this point that people begin plotting against Daniel and he is thrown into the lion's den. In the quick fall from prominence to being left for dead, Daniel holds strong to God. God honors his faithfulness again by sending an angel to the lion's den and protecting him through this trial.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.4; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.5em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 2.5em; padding-right: 2.5em; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0.25em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-indent: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Daniel sought God through prayer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul style="line-height: 1.4; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.5em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 2.5em; padding-right: 2.5em; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0.25em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-indent: 0px;"&gt;Chapter 9 is probably my favorite part of the book of Daniel.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0.25em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-indent: 0px;"&gt;Daniel fervently prayed for God's mercy. There are several beautiful sections of scripture that reflect Daniel's obedience and faith&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0.25em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-indent: 0px;"&gt;Once again, God is faithful and sends the angel Gabriel to speak to Daniel and give him understanding&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;Fascinating, right? There are so many qualities of Daniel that I strive for. I believe the world is desperate for leaders who will emulate all of these things. I feel a bit like Daniel in chapter 1. I have no idea what God is preparing me for or what he wants to do through me, but I hope to react like Daniel and hold fast to my faith and believe what God tells me. The same God that guided Daniel is still guiding us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4990225223622600778-4276506620952173769?l=empty-jars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empty-jars.blogspot.com/feeds/4276506620952173769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://empty-jars.blogspot.com/2012/02/daniel-new-name-in-leadership.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4990225223622600778/posts/default/4276506620952173769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4990225223622600778/posts/default/4276506620952173769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empty-jars.blogspot.com/2012/02/daniel-new-name-in-leadership.html' title='Daniel- A New Name in Leadership'/><author><name>Katelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12615082766268137524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9VtGFl2judQ/Tyb2_lXHJsI/AAAAAAAABqg/KW1oBBTM-KU/s220/Empty%2BJars.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4990225223622600778.post-4567130790632718548</id><published>2012-01-31T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T07:52:00.754-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For All the Single Ladies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;Originally published November 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;There's nothing sadder to me than a woman who doesn't embrace her singleness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;Society tells us singleness is a mark of shame. There's something wrong with us if we aren't currently dating someone. For a woman, purity equals prude, and being a prude causes you to become a crazy cat lady. The world wants us to label every relationship. In a relationship? It's complicated? There's probably an app for that. I want to challenge this perception right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;Let me tell you what being a single girl does not mean. Being a single girl doesn't mean that God hasn't given me a real desire for marriage. It also doesn't mean that I don't still&amp;nbsp;struggle with frustrations when it comes to guys. As people in my life can attest, I vent just as much as the next girl about how confusing relationships are. Being a single girl doesn't mean that there aren't times when I get annoyed with God for the feelings I have and can't seem to get rid of. It doesn't mean that when I care about someone, I don't feel agonized over what might have been. Being a single girl doesn't mean not feeling anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;Let me tell you&amp;nbsp;what being a single girl does mean. Being a single girl is a gift. It is a rare and (according to statistics) often&amp;nbsp;temporary opportunity. God has put in&amp;nbsp;us in a prime spot. At what other time in our lives, are we free to go out and disciple our girlfriends and not feel concerned&amp;nbsp;about neglecting a&amp;nbsp;husband or other marital obligations. Before all the married ladies get annoyed with me, let me clarify that I realize that you married set go out as well, but I'm sure you would be the first to admit that it's different as a single woman! God wants us to embrace this time of singleness for a reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;As a surprising as it might sound, I think Paul makes a good point for the single set.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want you to be&lt;sup class="xref" value="(&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;#cen-ESV-28503AM&amp;quot; title=&amp;quot;See cross-reference AM&amp;quot;&amp;gt;AM&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;)"&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;free from anxieties.&lt;sup class="xref" value="(&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;#cen-ESV-28503AN&amp;quot; title=&amp;quot;See cross-reference AN&amp;quot;&amp;gt;AN&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;)"&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;The unmarried man is anxious about the things of the Lord, how to please the Lord. But the married man is anxious about worldly things, how to please his wife, and his interests are divided. And the unmarried or betrothed woman is anxious about the things of the Lord, how to be holy in body and spirit. But the married woman is anxious about worldly things, how to please her husband. I say this for your own benefit,&lt;sup class="xref" value="(&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;#cen-ESV-28506AO&amp;quot; title=&amp;quot;See cross-reference AO&amp;quot;&amp;gt;AO&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;)"&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;not to lay any restraint upon you, but to promote good order and to secure your undivided devotion to the Lord.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-1 Corinthians 7:32-35&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: left;"&gt;We have been given an opportunity to be holy in body and spirit and fully devoted to the works of the Lord. Take a moment and think about the people in your life. Are there other single women that would benefit from you wisdom? Are there younger women who would benefit from your example? Chances are, God is waiting for you to embrace this time so he can utilize your many gifts and talents for a kingdom cause.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: left;"&gt;I know this may not be easy to accept. I know some of you are frustrated with God. He's given you this crazy desire for marriage, you've accepted that call, and now he seems so far away. You feel like you will be alone forever. If you're really honest, you've probably been that girl who wanted to throw something at a sickeningly happy couple and spend too much time listening to Adele. Let me encourage you. I don't believe that God has given you these desires to torture you. I honestly believe that he is preparing you for a something more than you ever dreamed of. Ultimately, a God blessed relationship can add tremendous joy to life. However, the greatest love story on the planet could not even begin to compare to the love of Jesus. Cheesy church answer? No...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: left;"&gt;As a fellow single girl, let me encourage you to tell God how you feel. He already knows anyways! He longs to fill that hole in your heart. He wants you to have LIFE and experience the&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;abundance&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;joy&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;that he has planned for you. This means running to him instead of a guy. Ask God to help you recognize how much he loves you. Let's begin to change the perception of singleness. Let's embrace the idea of purity in&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;ALL AREAS&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;of our life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: left;"&gt;Psalm 26 is such a beautiful declaration of everything that I want to reflect in my own life of singleness. Let's allow this to be our perception.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vindicate me, O LORD,&lt;br /&gt;for I have&lt;sup class="xref" value="(&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;#cen-ESV-14275B&amp;quot; title=&amp;quot;See cross-reference B&amp;quot;&amp;gt;B&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;)"&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;walked in my integrity,&lt;br /&gt;and I have&lt;sup class="xref" value="(&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;#cen-ESV-14275C&amp;quot; title=&amp;quot;See cross-reference C&amp;quot;&amp;gt;C&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;)"&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;trusted in the LORD without wavering.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Prove me, O LORD, and try me;&lt;br /&gt;test my heart and&lt;sup class="xref" value="(&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;#cen-ESV-14276E&amp;quot; title=&amp;quot;See cross-reference E&amp;quot;&amp;gt;E&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;)"&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;For your&lt;sup class="xref" value="(&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;#cen-ESV-14277F&amp;quot; title=&amp;quot;See cross-reference F&amp;quot;&amp;gt;F&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;)"&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;steadfast love is before my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;and I&lt;sup class="xref" value="(&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;#cen-ESV-14277G&amp;quot; title=&amp;quot;See cross-reference G&amp;quot;&amp;gt;G&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;)"&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;walk in your faithfulness.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;I do not&lt;sup class="xref" value="(&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;#cen-ESV-14278H&amp;quot; title=&amp;quot;See cross-reference H&amp;quot;&amp;gt;H&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;)"&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;sit with men of&lt;sup class="xref" value="(&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;#cen-ESV-14278I&amp;quot; title=&amp;quot;See cross-reference I&amp;quot;&amp;gt;I&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;)"&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;falsehood,&lt;br /&gt;nor do I consort with hypocrites.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I&lt;sup class="xref" value="(&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;#cen-ESV-14279J&amp;quot; title=&amp;quot;See cross-reference J&amp;quot;&amp;gt;J&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;)"&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;hate the assembly of evildoers,&lt;br /&gt;and I will not sit with the wicked.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;I&lt;sup class="xref" value="(&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;#cen-ESV-14280K&amp;quot; title=&amp;quot;See cross-reference K&amp;quot;&amp;gt;K&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;)"&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;wash my hands in innocence&lt;br /&gt;and go around your altar, O LORD,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;proclaiming thanksgiving aloud,&lt;br /&gt;and telling all your&lt;sup class="xref" value="(&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;#cen-ESV-14281L&amp;quot; title=&amp;quot;See cross-reference L&amp;quot;&amp;gt;L&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;)"&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;wondrous deeds.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;O LORD, I&lt;sup class="xref" value="(&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;#cen-ESV-14282M&amp;quot; title=&amp;quot;See cross-reference M&amp;quot;&amp;gt;M&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;)"&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;love the habitation of your house&lt;br /&gt;and the place where your glory dwells.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Do not sweep my soul away with sinners,&lt;br /&gt;nor my life with bloodthirsty men,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;in whose hands are evil devices,&lt;br /&gt;and whose right hands are full of&lt;sup class="xref" value="(&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;#cen-ESV-14284O&amp;quot; title=&amp;quot;See cross-reference O&amp;quot;&amp;gt;O&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;)"&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;bribes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;But as for me, I shall walk in my integrity;&lt;br /&gt;redeem me, and be gracious to me.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;My foot stands on&lt;sup class="xref" value="(&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;#cen-ESV-14286P&amp;quot; title=&amp;quot;See cross-reference P&amp;quot;&amp;gt;P&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;)"&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;level ground;&lt;br /&gt;in&lt;sup class="xref" value="(&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;#cen-ESV-14286Q&amp;quot; title=&amp;quot;See cross-reference Q&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Q&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;)"&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;the great assembly I will bless the LORD.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4990225223622600778-4567130790632718548?l=empty-jars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empty-jars.blogspot.com/feeds/4567130790632718548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://empty-jars.blogspot.com/2012/01/for-all-single-ladies.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4990225223622600778/posts/default/4567130790632718548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4990225223622600778/posts/default/4567130790632718548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empty-jars.blogspot.com/2012/01/for-all-single-ladies.html' title='For All the Single Ladies'/><author><name>Katelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12615082766268137524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9VtGFl2judQ/Tyb2_lXHJsI/AAAAAAAABqg/KW1oBBTM-KU/s220/Empty%2BJars.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4990225223622600778.post-2038140007153289720</id><published>2012-01-30T09:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T09:48:00.654-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disappointment and Frustration?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;Is it okay to feel disappointed or frustrated in your walk with Christ? I was talking with a girl this week who was told that God wouldn't want her to be upset, so if she was feeling that way about something, then it must not be what God wanted her to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;I think anybody who has been living in this world knows that's not true. I struggle with my own feelings of disappointment and frustration. Something happened this week that caused me to just be very disappointed. I thought God was leading me in one direction and I was really excited about it. In one conversation with somebody all my hopes for that situation were completely destroyed. I was disappointed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;As I was praying about it, I told God that I hoped He understood my frustration. I trust Him completely. I know that if this wasn't part of His plan, then there's something else He's preparing me for. But I have a heart. I'm a girl (meaning I have emotions) and I couldn't help but feel a little disappointed and a little discouraged. I was a little ashamed of that. I kept praying about it and I started reflecting on similar biblical instances of disappointment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;She said to them, "Don not call me Naomi, call me Mara, for the Almighty has dealt very biterly with me. I went away full and the Lord has brought me back empty. Why call me Naomi, when the Lord has testified against me and the Almighty has brought calamity upon me?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Ruth 1:20-21&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Therefore I will not restrain my mouth, I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain n the bitterness of my soul.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Job 7:11&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;How long, O Lord? Will you forget me forever?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;How long will you hide your face from me?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;How long must I take counsel in my soul and have sorrow in my heart all the day?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Psalm 13:1-2&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And about the ninth hour Jesus cried out with a loud voice saying, "Eli, Eli, lema sabachthani?" that is, "My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Matthew 27:46&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: left;"&gt;That doesn't seem like a bunch of roses to me! Even Jesus felt tormented as He was on the cross. Walking with Christ is not a magic pill. Troubles, frustrations, disappointments don't just disappear. There are countless examples in the bible where people felt that way. However, there is something that makes this whole post not seem like chronic depression.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And Jesus came and said to them,"All authority in heaven and on earth has been given to me. Go therefore and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, teaching them to observe all the I have commanded you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;And behold, "I am with you always, to the end of the age."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Matthew 28:18-20&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: center;"&gt;I love Psalm 13. The first four verses are David lamenting in his frustrations. Verse 5 is what I have to repeat to myself:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"BUT I have trusted in your steadfast love; my heart shall rejoice in your salvation.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I will sing to the Lord because he has dealt bountifully with me."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Psalm 13:5-6&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: left;"&gt;Altogether, I know God understands my frustration. I'm certainly not the first person to experience such emotions. The important thing is not that I face these emotions but that I remember God's providence in the midst of them. No matter the situation, there is always a reason to worship Him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4990225223622600778-2038140007153289720?l=empty-jars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empty-jars.blogspot.com/feeds/2038140007153289720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://empty-jars.blogspot.com/2012/01/disappointment-and-frustration.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4990225223622600778/posts/default/2038140007153289720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4990225223622600778/posts/default/2038140007153289720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empty-jars.blogspot.com/2012/01/disappointment-and-frustration.html' title='Disappointment and Frustration?'/><author><name>Katelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12615082766268137524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9VtGFl2judQ/Tyb2_lXHJsI/AAAAAAAABqg/KW1oBBTM-KU/s220/Empty%2BJars.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4990225223622600778.post-9076037965147659313</id><published>2012-01-27T06:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T06:47:05.135-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Women and the Bible</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;Originally published September 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;Women in the bible have gotten a bad rap. Paul used to drive me crazy as a young, naive, God-driven female. What's up with all the "don't talk in church" and "no braiding your hair" business? Someone finally told me to slow down and study the things I was fervently denying. Turns out, Paul didn't scare all the ladies away with his masculine ego. I highly recommend David Platt's recent teaching titled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ht.ly/6sCAg" style="color: #049bff; text-decoration: none;"&gt;"What about women, Paul?"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;He does an excellent job of explaining those scriptures in their historical context as well as applying them to modern times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;So once we realize that Paul was not a he-man woman hater (just&amp;nbsp; a little rascals reference there) we really can begin to see the importance of women in Jesus' time and for the church today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;I was recently&amp;nbsp;reading through the book of Mark. I began reading the passages about the Crucifixion of Jesus and something struck me a little differently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There were also&lt;sup class="xref" value="(&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;#cen-ESV-24858BE&amp;quot; title=&amp;quot;See cross-reference BE&amp;quot;&amp;gt;BE&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;)"&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;women looking on&lt;sup class="xref" value="(&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;#cen-ESV-24858BF&amp;quot; title=&amp;quot;See cross-reference BF&amp;quot;&amp;gt;BF&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;)"&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;from a distance, among whom were&lt;sup class="xref" value="(&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;#cen-ESV-24858BG&amp;quot; title=&amp;quot;See cross-reference BG&amp;quot;&amp;gt;BG&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;)"&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;Mary Magdalene, and Mary the mother of James the younger and of Joses, and&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="xref" value="(&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;#cen-ESV-24858BH&amp;quot; title=&amp;quot;See cross-reference BH&amp;quot;&amp;gt;BH&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;)"&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;Salome. When he was in Galilee, they followed him and&lt;sup class="xref" value="(&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;#cen-ESV-24859BI&amp;quot; title=&amp;quot;See cross-reference BI&amp;quot;&amp;gt;BI&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;)"&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;ministered to him, and there were also many other women who&lt;sup class="xref" value="(&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;#cen-ESV-24859BJ&amp;quot; title=&amp;quot;See cross-reference BJ&amp;quot;&amp;gt;BJ&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;)"&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;came up with him to Jerusalem.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Mark 15:40-41&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: left;"&gt;The disciples had all abandoned Jesus in fear. They were scattered. They were in hiding. These women had been with Jesus and the disciples for some time. They had traveled with&amp;nbsp;them caring for all their needs. This was who was with Jesus as he hung on the cross. This group of women continued to care for him. They prepared his body for burial and got quite a surprise when they were on the way to the tomb on the third morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: left;"&gt;This is not a coincidence. This is not a mistake. These women were mentioned by name for a reason. This shows us that women are a valuable part of the kingdom of God. We love, we nurture, we bring beauty to the world unlike anything else. Each woman has a part to play in God's plan. We don't know the extent of what these women actually did. I like to think they were there providing for the disciples physical needs (food, mending clothing, etc) but also their spiritual needs (being a nurturing, kind, confidant). Whatever their service, they meant something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: left;"&gt;I told a group of middle school girls a couple of weeks ago, that God made each of them a woman for a reason. I firmly believe that. God has a purpose for each one of us. With our trust in Him and His divine guidance, we can fulfil our purpose (which I suspect is exceptionally beautiful!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4990225223622600778-9076037965147659313?l=empty-jars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empty-jars.blogspot.com/feeds/9076037965147659313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://empty-jars.blogspot.com/2012/01/women-and-bible.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4990225223622600778/posts/default/9076037965147659313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4990225223622600778/posts/default/9076037965147659313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empty-jars.blogspot.com/2012/01/women-and-bible.html' title='Women and the Bible'/><author><name>Katelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12615082766268137524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9VtGFl2judQ/Tyb2_lXHJsI/AAAAAAAABqg/KW1oBBTM-KU/s220/Empty%2BJars.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4990225223622600778.post-1465810189689070472</id><published>2012-01-25T07:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T07:59:00.575-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pure Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;I sat by myself in a local coffee shop. I was trying to find a few minutes of solace in the midst of a very hectic week. I was perfectly content to be left alone and shut out the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;I'm sitting there reading when I notice an elderly couple come in the door. The woman is in a wheel chair. Her psychical appearance showing the deterioration of age and&amp;nbsp;probably another physical condition. Her husband, a tall, strong man, (wearing a very retro pair of converse sneakers) navigated her to a table and made room for her chair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;The husband proceeded to order two coffees and a pumpkin muffin. I watched as he brought her a&amp;nbsp;coffee and a straw so she wouldn't have to bend to reach the cup. He carefully cut up the muffin for them to share. As he was handing her the muffin, she beamed at him. I don't know if I every understood what it looked like when someone beamed until that moment. She smiled and her eyes showed the soul of a younger woman, in love with a man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;The whole scene made me want to cry. Not out of sadness, but because I knew I had just witnessed pure love. Through all the trials that I assume this couple faced together, he was still there for her when she needed him and she loved him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;As I go through my week, I am continually reminded that I and so many other people have no idea what pure love looks like. We like to pretend we have it. We spend all day thinking about that guy and obsess over whether he flirted with us or not, but we really miss this part of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;I watched this couple for a long time. I felt like I was invading a sweet, simple moment between them. He was her husband. He was willing to care for her in the good times and the bad. Through all their history together, he knew that she was his and he was hers. There was no option to leave. They were committed to each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;This is how relationships should be. I know so many people (I used to be one of them) who are cynical towards love. They think it's a temporary emotion or that two people cannot be together forever. I think this attitude comes from the fact that we haven't experienced pure love. More precisely, we don't recognize the pure love in our own lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;I love this passage out of John&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My command is this: Love each other as I have loved you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="woj"&gt;Greater love has no one than this: to lay down one’s life for one’s friends.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="woj"&gt;You are my friends if you do what I command.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;em&gt;John 15:12-14&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: left;"&gt;Not only is Jesus telling us that He loves us, but He is also commanding us to love each other in the same way. Isn't this where we fall short? Are we striving to love each other in the same way that Jesus loves us? It's hard to love on people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: left;"&gt;The truth is, it's impossible for us to ever match the love Jesus showed us by laying down His life for us. In my own life, I know that there are areas where I need to strive to "love better." I know that there&amp;nbsp;is a pure love that I work to show. How have you seen pure love demonstrated? How can you demonstrate this love in your own life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: left;"&gt;I don't know the name of the elderly couple I&amp;nbsp;watched today, but they taught me a valuable lesson on what pure love really looks like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4990225223622600778-1465810189689070472?l=empty-jars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empty-jars.blogspot.com/feeds/1465810189689070472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://empty-jars.blogspot.com/2012/01/pure-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4990225223622600778/posts/default/1465810189689070472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4990225223622600778/posts/default/1465810189689070472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empty-jars.blogspot.com/2012/01/pure-love.html' title='Pure Love'/><author><name>Katelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12615082766268137524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9VtGFl2judQ/Tyb2_lXHJsI/AAAAAAAABqg/KW1oBBTM-KU/s220/Empty%2BJars.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4990225223622600778.post-7318699235876711924</id><published>2012-01-24T07:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T07:56:00.302-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I Enough?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;I've talked about love before (usually to my own embarrassment). This time, I just wanted to share something that God has put on my heart in the hope that it can inspire you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;If you're like me, you have several friends on facebook, twitter, etc. that are in the early stages of dating. We all know that couple, the ones who share their love with each other and all their friends on facebook. The ones who love to love each other and make sure the rest of the world knows it. We all have somebody like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;The truth is they used to annoy me. Their "gushiness" would cause me to roll my eyes and quickly change the page. It wasn't a question of whether I liked the couple, whichever one it was at the time. I'm sure that's probably what kept me from blocking them completely. Honestly, it wasn't them, it was me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;Whenever I saw a couple in the midst of their dating-honeymoon period leaving little sentiments on each other's walls, it would make my heart ache a little. That further annoyed me because I've always been outwardly fine with the way my life was. I'm the one who's always telling girls not to look for validation in men.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;"Is it me?" I would think to myself. I would start thinking of where I was in my life (a twenty-something, college grad) and the fact that I've never really been in love, and I'd get a little frustrated. Yes, everyone says there's someone out there and I really believe them, but that frustration still creeps in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;One night in particular, all those insecurities came back after seeing another "love exchange." I shook my head and&amp;nbsp;allowed myself to get annoyed. All of sudden, God said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;"I love you. Aren't I enough for you?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;Completely true! He kind of caught me off guard actually. Of course I knew He loved me, but did I allow myself to forget?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;I smiled. I'm not ashamed to admit (and if you know me at all you shouldn't be surprised) that I teared up a bit. How quickly I forgot that the God who created everything (I mean EVERYTHING), including all the things I find beautiful, treasures me above all of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;I spent some time talking to God. I've prayed about these feelings before, but this time I just wanted to talk. It may sound silly and I can't begin to describe it but I spent time allowing His love to fill me up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="color: dimgrey; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;I really treasure the time I spend with God. I'm not saying that my own insecurities don't try to resurface again, it's a constant process of surrender. I can say that when they do, I try more and more to stop and listen to God tell me I'm beautiful, wonderfully made, and His true delight.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4990225223622600778-7318699235876711924?l=empty-jars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empty-jars.blogspot.com/feeds/7318699235876711924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://empty-jars.blogspot.com/2012/01/am-i-enough.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4990225223622600778/posts/default/7318699235876711924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4990225223622600778/posts/default/7318699235876711924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empty-jars.blogspot.com/2012/01/am-i-enough.html' title='Am I Enough?'/><author><name>Katelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12615082766268137524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9VtGFl2judQ/Tyb2_lXHJsI/AAAAAAAABqg/KW1oBBTM-KU/s220/Empty%2BJars.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4990225223622600778.post-8555542959370932321</id><published>2012-01-23T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T07:52:00.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Crazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;It was so cool to read back through this post and see how far God has brought me! Originally published August, 2011&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;Craziness has been the theme of the week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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 style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;People have told me I am crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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 style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I've told myself I'm crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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 style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;The whole idea is crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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 style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Maybe I should start at the beginning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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 style="text-align: left;"&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 style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;God has been working in me for a long time. I've known that He's been calling me to do more. I've shared that before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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 style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I recently found myself at a crossroad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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 style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I could either stay where I was, sink into complacency, and, frankly, be disobedient to what He was calling me to do, or I could step out in faith and embrace God's plan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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 style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I quit my job today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;[Start the crazy music]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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 style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I haven't made this decision on a whim. I have been earnestly praying and seeking God's direction in every part of my life. He really convicted me that I wasn't doing what He had called me to do. I know he wants me to serve completely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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 style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Want to know what's really crazy? Through&amp;nbsp;my job, my bill for grad school shrank from $4,000 to a little over $900. Not anymore. I've had to really work everyday to trust that God is going to provide a&amp;nbsp;way for me to fulfil what He's called me to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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 style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VJ7lM1jAWUQ/TkARGx-ERxI/AAAAAAAABlg/84uoU0UHrOE/s1600/sunrise.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VJ7lM1jAWUQ/TkARGx-ERxI/AAAAAAAABlg/84uoU0UHrOE/s400/sunrise.JPG" style="cursor: move;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&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&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Last night, I was facing all the thoughts of doubt all over again. I had to stop and pray. PRAY HARD that God would remove the doubt and give me the direction I needed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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 style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I woke up early this morning and put on a new dress. I decided that if I was going to&amp;nbsp;face&amp;nbsp;my boss, I would at least look nice!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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 style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I drove up to the school and went right into her office. I sat there, completely unsure of what exactly I should say. It's hard to describe this whole journey to someone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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 style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I started at the beginning (usually a good place to start).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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 style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;A funny thing happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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 style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;She completely understood. She was excited for me. She related completely to what I was saying because my journey was so similar to her own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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 style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Start the tears!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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 style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;We both couldn't help but get a little overwhelmed at God's amazing love. They were happy tears. They were tears that came from the realization that God's completely crazy for loving me. Messed up, confused, doubting ME!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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 style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;A lot of people don't understand my decisions over the past few weeks. I can't really explain it to them. All I can say is that I'm committed to following God's direction&amp;nbsp;100 percent. I won't try to fight His plan anymore. I've proven that I do a terrible job of controlling life on my own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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 style="text-align: left;"&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 style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"You're crazy," they say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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 style="text-align: center;"&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 style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Yes I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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 style="text-align: left;"&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 style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Truth is, most (if not all)&amp;nbsp;of the people who followed Jesus were crazy! It took Noah over 100 years to build the ark! What do you want to bet that plenty of people thought he was crazy!&amp;nbsp;Moses wandered the desert for 40 years! We know his people thought he was crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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 style="text-align: left;"&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 style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I couldn't help but think of the disciples this week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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 style="text-align: center;"&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 style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As Jesus was walking beside the Sea of Galilee, he saw two brothers, Simon called Peter and his brother Andrew. They were casting a net into the lake, for they were fishermen.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="woj"&gt;“Come, follow me,”&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Jesus said,&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="woj"&gt;“and I will send you out to fish for people.”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;At once they left their nets and followed him.&lt;/em&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Matthew 4:18-20&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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 style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;At once they left their nets and followed him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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 style="text-align: left;"&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 style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I wonder what people thought of&amp;nbsp;these men? They just leave everything right there and go off with Jesus. Sounds pretty crazy to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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 style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;In the end, I know that God will be with me through this entire journey. He's been with me up until now and I know He's not going anywhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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 style="text-align: left;"&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/4990225223622600778-8555542959370932321?l=empty-jars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empty-jars.blogspot.com/feeds/8555542959370932321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://empty-jars.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-am-crazy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4990225223622600778/posts/default/8555542959370932321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4990225223622600778/posts/default/8555542959370932321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empty-jars.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-am-crazy.html' title='I am Crazy'/><author><name>Katelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12615082766268137524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9VtGFl2judQ/Tyb2_lXHJsI/AAAAAAAABqg/KW1oBBTM-KU/s220/Empty%2BJars.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VJ7lM1jAWUQ/TkARGx-ERxI/AAAAAAAABlg/84uoU0UHrOE/s72-c/sunrise.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4990225223622600778.post-299106077273601732</id><published>2012-01-20T16:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T16:16:15.207-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Problem with Church</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="border: currentColor;"&gt;Originally written July 2011:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: currentColor;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: currentColor;"&gt;I've heard a lot of discussions lately about the problems facing the American church. There are many varying opinions as to why the church is struggling with being effective. I'm not even close to being a theologian or any kind of brilliant commentator on the subject, but I do have an opinion. Do you know what I think is the problem with the church?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border: currentColor;"&gt;The people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="border: currentColor;"&gt;The people inside the church pose the biggest problem. When the world is broken, tired, and hungry they should be able to come to the church. The church is supposed to be the one place where people should be able to find love. Instead, we fill the church with people of "our standards" and quickly pass judgment on anybody that doesn't come up to that level.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="border: currentColor;"&gt;I was reminded of this again on the Kingdom Builders trip when one of our awesome adult leaders was "sized up" by the leader of one of the other churches. How sad is that! Even on a mission trip where we're supposed to be serving and showing the people of the community the love of God, we can't even get past our own ignorance to realize that there is no "model Christian." I love the book &lt;em&gt;Crazy Love&lt;/em&gt; by Francis Chan. It's reached widespread acclaim, so you may have heard of it. In one part Chan says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border: currentColor;"&gt;“We need to stop giving people excuses not to believe in God. You’ve probably heard the expression ‘I believe in God, just not organized religion’. I don’t think people would say that if the church truly lived like we are called to live.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="border: currentColor;"&gt;That's convicting isn't it! Are our actions as a church, the things we value, the people we pursue, the things we say to each other, preventing people from knowing the amazing love of Christ? I have several friends who are set against church because once upon a time, somebody who was a "Christian" said something or did something to them that cut deep. I can say from personal experience, some of the deepest pain in my life came from people in the church. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This worries me. I think about the way Jesus was with people. He had the audacity to sit and eat with the tax collectors, the harlots, and the Gentiles! He frequently called out the Pharoses for sitting in the temples and standing on "organized religion."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="result-text-style-normal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Confessing their sins, they were baptized by him in the Jordan River. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="result-text-style-normal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But when he saw many of the Pharisees and Sadducees coming to &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;where he was baptizing, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;he said to them: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="result-text-style-normal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“You brood of vipers! Who warned you to flee from the coming wrath? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Produce fruit in keeping with &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;repentance. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And do not think you can say to yourselves, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="result-text-style-normal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘We have Abraham as our father.’ I tell you that out &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="result-text-style-normal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;of these stones God can raise up children for Abraham. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The ax is already at the root of the trees, and &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;every tree that does not produce good fruit will be cut down and thrown into the fire. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Matthew 3:6-10&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="border: currentColor;"&gt;&lt;div style="border: currentColor;"&gt;Can we pause for a second and recognize that Jesus just called the religious guys a "brood of vipers?" When I try to think of something unpleasant, a bunch of crazy snakes would probably do it. Jesus is telling them that God is ready to get rid of anything that does not produce good fruit. If the church has become ineffective and is producing gossip, lust, anger, and jealousy, does this mean that God is ready to cut it off? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="border: currentColor;"&gt;I don't write these things out of anger. God has already done so much in my life. I've met some of the most amazing and influential people in my life through the church. I write more out of concern that we'll forget that there are still people out in the world that we should be pursuing! We have to realize that the people don't always look like our children, our friends, or our neighbors. All of this really came to me when I was reading in the book of Acts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;“The God who made the world and everything in it is the Lord of heaven and earth &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;and does not live &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;in temples built by human hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border: currentColor;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt; And he is not served by human hands, as if he needed anything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border: currentColor;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Rather, he himself gives everyone life and breath and everything else."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;-Acts 17: 24-25&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Jesus did spend time in the temples. However, most of his life was spent out in the world. I pray that God will help me be aware of the needs outside of the church. The Lord of heaven and earth does not live in temples built by human hands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4990225223622600778-299106077273601732?l=empty-jars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empty-jars.blogspot.com/feeds/299106077273601732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://empty-jars.blogspot.com/2012/01/problem-with-church.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4990225223622600778/posts/default/299106077273601732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4990225223622600778/posts/default/299106077273601732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empty-jars.blogspot.com/2012/01/problem-with-church.html' title='The Problem with Church'/><author><name>Katelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12615082766268137524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9VtGFl2judQ/Tyb2_lXHJsI/AAAAAAAABqg/KW1oBBTM-KU/s220/Empty%2BJars.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4990225223622600778.post-363372576145828968</id><published>2012-01-18T06:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T06:59:56.475-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Complete Surrender</title><content type='html'>Originally posted July 1, 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is &lt;em&gt;complete&lt;/em&gt; surrender? We talk about surrendering our lives to God very often. I always understood the idea and thought "sure God, my life is yours. If you want me to do something, just let me know." I've been thinking that way for awhile. That is, until a couple of weeks ago........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of weeks ago, I met someone who really inspired me. I doubt this person even realizes the impact they had on me and I don't really know how to tell them. Suddenly, I began reevaluating my life. Was I &lt;em&gt;completely&lt;/em&gt; surrendered to God? Was there some part of my life that I was stubbornly holding on to in order to run it myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yes﻿&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a hard reality to face. After a lot of prayer and contemplation, I realized that I had not surrendered my ambition. My future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has always been a very central part of my life. I've always been very good at it. All the time I've been in school, I've been working toward my future career. I wanted to be an accountant. A &lt;em&gt;good&lt;/em&gt; accountant. I realized that my goals weren't about money. Instead, I realized that what I really wanted was recognition. It all started to make sense! I enjoyed the challenge of school because I secretly enjoyed the recognition that came from doing well. I thought of my future career as a chance to do something big! I'm not sure I can accurately describe the feelings I had when I realized this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;shock&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;disappointment&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;anxiety&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I realized that something had to change. In other words, I had to change. I knew that I needed to surrender my future, my plans, and my ambition to God. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I&lt;sup class="xref" value="(&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;#cen-ESV-14346A&amp;quot; title=&amp;quot;See cross-reference A&amp;quot;&amp;gt;A&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;)"&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; trust in you, O LORD;&lt;br /&gt;I say, "You are my God."&lt;br /&gt;My&lt;sup class="xref" value="(&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;#cen-ESV-14347B&amp;quot; title=&amp;quot;See cross-reference B&amp;quot;&amp;gt;B&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;)"&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; times are in your hand;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sup class="xref" value="(&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;#cen-ESV-14347C&amp;quot; title=&amp;quot;See cross-reference C&amp;quot;&amp;gt;C&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;)"&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; rescue me from the hand of my enemies and from my persecutors!&lt;br /&gt;Make your face shine on your servant;&lt;br /&gt;save me in your steadfast love!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Psalm 31: 14-16&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In a way, it's liberating to surrender my future to God. I know his plans always turn out &lt;em&gt;WAY &lt;/em&gt;better than my own. He's proved it to me time after time, there are just times when I don't remember. At the same time, I feel like a freshman just starting college. I have no idea what I'm doing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I can't say that I don't sometimes revert back to the planning and worry, but everyday God is showing me what it really means to surrender fully to his will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm looking forward to every minute of living in his plan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QBcWMM_eALs/TgzvemjhetI/AAAAAAAABjc/4aYQp-0De8o/s1600/103_2251.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="227" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QBcWMM_eALs/TgzvemjhetI/AAAAAAAABjc/4aYQp-0De8o/s640/103_2251.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really like this picture. I took it without really thinking about it one day after a summer rain. It's refreshing to see evidence of God's love right outside my front door!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4990225223622600778-363372576145828968?l=empty-jars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empty-jars.blogspot.com/feeds/363372576145828968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://empty-jars.blogspot.com/2012/01/complete-surrender.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4990225223622600778/posts/default/363372576145828968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4990225223622600778/posts/default/363372576145828968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empty-jars.blogspot.com/2012/01/complete-surrender.html' title='Complete Surrender'/><author><name>Katelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12615082766268137524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9VtGFl2judQ/Tyb2_lXHJsI/AAAAAAAABqg/KW1oBBTM-KU/s220/Empty%2BJars.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QBcWMM_eALs/TgzvemjhetI/AAAAAAAABjc/4aYQp-0De8o/s72-c/103_2251.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4990225223622600778.post-5476519695171185130</id><published>2012-01-17T19:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T19:45:47.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beginning</title><content type='html'>It's hard to believe I've been blogging for three years. What started as just trying to find an outlet for all my thoughts soon became a record of all the crazy things God is doing in my life. It became apparent that my blogging had moved beyond recipes and weekend ideas and now centered on what God has been showing me in my daily walk with him. This new blog is the same me, simply a different focus. Over the next few weeks, I will be reposting some things that I wrote throughout the year on my other blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I wanted to share a little bit about the inspiration for the title of this blog. Over the past few months, I have been reflecting a lot on what it means for God to work through me. One of the biggest struggles I have is trying to do everything on my own. It's a mix of pride, fear, and insecurity. It's something God has been showing me a lot about. It's those times when on my knees fervently asking God to forgive me for once again making something an idol, for pushing him away when I'm frustrated, or simply begging&amp;nbsp;him to move and help me remember the joy of my salvation, that I start to begin to understand what 2 Corinthians 4:7 means:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But we have this treasure in  jars of clay,  to show that the surpassing power belongs to God and not to us.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="keywordresultextras"&gt;Jars of clay were cheap, insignificant vessels that were sometimes &lt;/span&gt;used to hold valuables but were usually used to hold garbage and human waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why am I calling this blog empty jars? Well, I'm glad you asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those nights when I've been on my knees praying fervently&amp;nbsp;about something, God teaches me something. The most valuable thing I've learned over the last few months is that it's not until I empty myself of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pride&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Selfishness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Insecurity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fear&lt;/div&gt;that I can truly begin to be used by God. Do you see where I'm going? I'm that jar of clay. On my own, I'm insignificant. I am cheap. When I empty myself of me, I am an empty jar that is waiting to be filled by God. Nothing I do is significant on my own. I'm not writing this blog for validation or to make myself feel better. I want to share the awesome power of God in the context of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard it put this way, "when your dream dies, God's dream is able to takeover."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4990225223622600778-5476519695171185130?l=empty-jars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empty-jars.blogspot.com/feeds/5476519695171185130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://empty-jars.blogspot.com/2012/01/beginning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4990225223622600778/posts/default/5476519695171185130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4990225223622600778/posts/default/5476519695171185130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empty-jars.blogspot.com/2012/01/beginning.html' title='The Beginning'/><author><name>Katelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12615082766268137524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9VtGFl2judQ/Tyb2_lXHJsI/AAAAAAAABqg/KW1oBBTM-KU/s220/Empty%2BJars.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
