<?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-363028273341987088</id><updated>2012-02-16T07:41:17.865-05:00</updated><category term='Wisdom'/><category term='Funny things'/><category term='Hope'/><category term='Character'/><category term='Life thoughts'/><title type='text'>living for more</title><subtitle type='html'>adventures of a kind-of grown-up</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachofel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363028273341987088/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachofel.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rachofel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UWEMydLnA5A/THCZ0MhyDeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rSL8frNQyqE/S220/41377_5219049_1457_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-363028273341987088.post-4541416914763073154</id><published>2012-01-20T00:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T00:17:48.823-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Character'/><title type='text'>Faith: Mark, Moving and Mustard (Character Trait #6)</title><content type='html'>This week I've been reading Timothy Keller's Book &lt;i&gt;King's Cross: The Story of the World in the Life of Jesus.&lt;/i&gt; In chapter 10, Keller references Mark 9:20-24. A man, desiring desperately for his son to be healed of being hurt and tormented by a demon, begs Jesus to heal his son, "if he can."&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, the Son of God in which all things were created and by which all things hold together. Jesus, the savior of a dying world; a savior that goes on to conquer sin, death and satan himself. Jesus, who walked on water and transformed the world in just 33 short years of life and transformed eternity forever. That Jesus. Of course, this Jesus is able.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somewhere in this man's heart, doubt crept in. In a desperate plea he calls out "I do believe...help me overcome my unbelief." Keller says that the father is basically saying "I'm not faithful, I'm riddled with doubts...but help me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keller then says something that also sticks out to me from Yeakley's chapter on faith:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;"We don't need perfect righteousness, just repentent helplessness, to access the presence of God." (Keller)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;"The amount of Faith does not determine whether God answers our prayers, for it is the object of our faith, God himself, who determines the outcome." (Yeakley).&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, Yeakley and Keller are both saying its not about how big my faith is, but how reliable and sure is the one my faith is in. Its not about if my faith is as tiny as a mustard seed or as great as a mountain. What matters is the faithfulness of the one my faith is in, that is Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeakley also describes faith as a muscle. The more we exercise it, the more it grows as we see God's faithfulness. I think of all the people from Hebrews 11, specifically Abraham in this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abraham, "obeyed and went, even though he did not know where he was going." (Heb 11:8) I can only imagine that Abraham had doubts, fears, what ifs and a desire to make a back-up plan or go out and a the very least, buy a proverbial GPS. Or better yet, not move. Stay with what he knew. But he didn't. He believed God was faithful, so he walked. He packed up the wife, the camels, and the tent and he left. Why? Because he trusted, not himself, but the Faithful one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to a friend today, who, like Abraham, did just this. After almost a year of job-hunting with no leads, they made a decision to trust God and move. Her newly bar-certified law graduate husband and her made a decision to trust God and move accross country to where job opportunites may become available for her them. They obeyed, and went, even though they didn't know where they were going. Technically,, they did know the location. But they didn't know what would happen. Still don't. Will he get the job he's been waiting for? Or will there be a different opportunity? Will they find community like they had in their city before? Will they have as great of an impact on the homeless or on other people that they loved helping in the big city? But as these friends trust God for a job. they are excercising and acting not based on logic or fear, but based on the character and the promises of God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, the promise fulfiller. God, the creator of their lives, who knows what each of their days held before birth. God, the one who loves them enough to give them not only his only Son for their ransom, but graciously, everything else. God, the one who owns the cattle on a thousand hills and wants to richly lavish his love on his children. That God. He of course, can meet the needs of this couple. As well as fulfill his promises to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they exercised their muscles of faith in a huge way. Its something I marvel at, admire, and respect with the upmost  honor. Upon hearing these friends news, I felt like my heart did a little dougie dance at  seeing their trust and confidence in the promise giver, not in their  abilities. Oh for faith like this! It makes me see moving mountains in  the distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is what it means to walk by faith, and not by sight. (2 Cor 5:7)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray, that I too, would not stay back out of fear, doubt or lack of understanding, or pride.&amp;nbsp; But in faith,&amp;nbsp; I would Walk. Follow. Stand. Look for. Go. And exercise faith out of a trust in the promise giver and fulfiller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog brought to you by French's Yellow Mustard, cause after all, faith as small as a mustard seed, can really move mountains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script&gt;Tdocument.write(unescape("%3Cstyle%20type%3D%22text/css%22%3E%0Abody%20%7B%20background-image%20%3A%20url%28%22http%3A//i711.photobucket.com/albums/ww111/ShabbyBlogs/Lola.jpg%20%22%29%3B%20background-position%3A%20center%3B%20background-repeat%3A%20no-repeat%3B%20%20background-attachment%20%3A%20fixed%3B%20%7D%0A%3C/style%3E%0A%3Cscript%20type%3D%22text/javascript%22%3E%0Avar%20shabby_div%20%3D%20document.createElement%28%27div%27%29%3B%0Ashabby_div.setAttribute%28%27style%27%2C%22position%3A%20absolute%3B%20left%3A%200px%3B%20top%3A%2030px%3B%20z-index%3A%2050%3B%20width%3A%20150px%3B%20height%3A%2045px%3B%22%29%3B%0Ashabby_div.innerHTML%20%3D%20%27%3Ca%20target%3D%22_blank%22%20href%3D%22%20http%3A//www.shabbyblogs.com%22%3E%3Cimg%20border%3D%220%22%20src%3D%22http%3A//i711.photobucket.com/albums/ww111/ShabbyBlogs/ShabbyBlogs.jpg%22%3E%3C/a%3E%27%3B%0Adocument.getElementsByTagName%28%27body%27%29.item%280%29.appendChild%28shabby_div%29%3B%0A%3C/script%3E"));&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/363028273341987088-4541416914763073154?l=rachofel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachofel.blogspot.com/feeds/4541416914763073154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rachofel.blogspot.com/2012/01/faith-mark-moving-and-mustard-character.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363028273341987088/posts/default/4541416914763073154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363028273341987088/posts/default/4541416914763073154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachofel.blogspot.com/2012/01/faith-mark-moving-and-mustard-character.html' title='Faith: Mark, Moving and Mustard (Character Trait #6)'/><author><name>Rachofel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UWEMydLnA5A/THCZ0MhyDeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rSL8frNQyqE/S220/41377_5219049_1457_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-363028273341987088.post-101798714373539971</id><published>2012-01-12T01:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T11:42:55.943-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Character'/><title type='text'>Purity: Avoiding Golden Apples for the Greater Prize (Character trait #5)</title><content type='html'>Hippomenes was a mythical Greek young man in love with the beautiful Atlanta, known for her speed. In order to win Atlanta over, Hippomenes had to beat her in a race. As they raced, Hippomenes threw Golden Apples out, one by one, to which Atlanta would stop, pick it up and admire it and tuck it away in her tunic. She reasoned that she certainly could pick up the golden apples, and still finish the race. In the end, Hippomenes beats her and she loses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script&gt;Sdocument.write(unescape("%3Cstyle%20type%3D%22text/css%22%3E%0Abody%20%7B%20background-image%20%3A%20url%28%22http%3A//i711.photobucket.com/albums/ww111/ShabbyBlogs/Lola.jpg%20%22%29%3B%20background-position%3A%20center%3B%20background-repeat%3A%20no-repeat%3B%20%20background-attachment%20%3A%20fixed%3B%20%7D%0A%3C/style%3E%0A%3Cscript%20type%3D%22text/javascript%22%3E%0Avar%20shabby_div%20%3D%20document.createElement%28%27div%27%29%3B%0Ashabby_div.setAttribute%28%27style%27%2C%22position%3A%20absolute%3B%20left%3A%200px%3B%20top%3A%2030px%3B%20z-index%3A%2050%3B%20width%3A%20150px%3B%20height%3A%2045px%3B%22%29%3B%0Ashabby_div.innerHTML%20%3D%20%27%3Ca%20target%3D%22_blank%22%20href%3D%22%20http%3A//www.shabbyblogs.com%22%3E%3Cimg%20border%3D%220%22%20src%3D%22http%3A//i711.photobucket.com/albums/ww111/ShabbyBlogs/ShabbyBlogs.jpg%22%3E%3C/a%3E%27%3B%0Adocument.getElementsByTagName%28%27body%27%29.item%280%29.appendChild%28shabby_div%29%3B%0A%3C/script%3E"));&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom Yeakley opens his chapter on Purity with this story, equating it to the "enemy of our souls rolling 'golden apples' of deception, compromise, and sexual temptation in our path...causing many to fail to finish the race set out for them [by the Lord]".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script&gt;Sdocument.write(unescape("%3Cstyle%20type%3D%22text/css%22%3E%0Abody%20%7B%20background-image%20%3A%20url%28%22http%3A//i711.photobucket.com/albums/ww111/ShabbyBlogs/Lola.jpg%20%22%29%3B%20background-position%3A%20center%3B%20background-repeat%3A%20no-repeat%3B%20%20background-attachment%20%3A%20fixed%3B%20%7D%0A%3C/style%3E%0A%3Cscript%20type%3D%22text/javascript%22%3E%0Avar%20shabby_div%20%3D%20document.createElement%28%27div%27%29%3B%0Ashabby_div.setAttribute%28%27style%27%2C%22position%3A%20absolute%3B%20left%3A%200px%3B%20top%3A%2030px%3B%20z-index%3A%2050%3B%20width%3A%20150px%3B%20height%3A%2045px%3B%22%29%3B%0Ashabby_div.innerHTML%20%3D%20%27%3Ca%20target%3D%22_blank%22%20href%3D%22%20http%3A//www.shabbyblogs.com%22%3E%3Cimg%20border%3D%220%22%20src%3D%22http%3A//i711.photobucket.com/albums/ww111/ShabbyBlogs/ShabbyBlogs.jpg%22%3E%3C/a%3E%27%3B%0Adocument.getElementsByTagName%28%27body%27%29.item%280%29.appendChild%28shabby_div%29%3B%0A%3C/script%3E"));&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also goes on to say how the "heart (soul) is the seat of our mind, will and emotions. Sow a thought, reap an action. Sow an action, reap a habit. Sow a habit, reap a life. How true this statement is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So purity starts with us and God. Watching what we think about, and how we act on it.&amp;nbsp; Maybe it means reading less chic-lit and more Bible. Maybe it means watching "The Blind Side" and not the "Proposal." Maybe it just means connecting our hearts more to God than to activities, things, etc. That we would be closer to Jesus and live more like him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course purity spans from the personal level to the relational level too. I've been talking to women recently about how purity is a choice. Its not something we don't have a say in. We choose to live with our mind out of the&amp;nbsp; gutter and focused on truth. And it also goes deeper than skin deep. Purity starts in the heart and has to be motivated out of love. Love for what or whom you may ask? Love for Christ. He is really the only thing that makes a desire for purity, well, pure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm a single lady, and I work with mostly single ladies, I'm going to address something that I see as a singleton in the area of purity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking of is how purity for men and purity for woman can look different in the temptations we avoid. Though I don't want to put us all in boxes, I would say, from the statistics I've heard, often men's struggles in purity are in the area of physical lust. For single women, more than men, I think emotional lust is one of our biggest downfalls,. We can actually meet a man, and in less than 5.2 seconds we have emotionally taken a dive into the deep end, where we see our wedding dress, our kids names, and what our future home looks like. Though innocent as it seems, this can cause us to have unhealthy expectations on men who really are just acquaintances or friends, not boyfriends or husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scenario (not so made-up...and by not-so made up, I mean I see this at least once a month)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl sees guy friend&amp;nbsp; across the room at a college ministry meeting. Girl decided last week in her heart, he is my future husband. Guy across the room is so focused on his pizza, his buddies, and his plans for basketball or school or work for the week that he doesn't get a chance to talk to girl across the room. Girl across the room waits patiently, talks with other people, and eventually leaves in a huff. She bad mouths the guy or at least thinks in her heart "What a jerk." "He didn't even acknowledge me." Girl avoids guy for the next few weeks and guy wonders "what happened?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question.&lt;br /&gt;When did guy friend across the room go from future husband to jerk-face?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer:&lt;br /&gt;When girl across the room claimed her as husband and put husband expectations on a guy that innocently thinks "but we are at friend level." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if in real life a husband did not acknowledge his wife, after a long day apart, that would be something&amp;nbsp; where we might think the title jerk is true. But in this case, its a bad case of emotional lust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies, Let's not let "golden apples" being thrown into our path actually trip us up. Better yet, let's not be throwing the apples, which can come in the form of immodesty, manipulation, as well as other ways. And let's not let our minds dive deeper with our brothers than is pure. And may we live believing that Jesus is enough of a reason to stay pure and live purely, for he is pure, and this only can incline our hearts closer to his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Blog brought to you by Phil 4:8:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Finally,...whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is  just, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is commendable, if  there is any excellence, if there is anything worthy of praise,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; think  about these things. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br 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/&gt;Once in college, I had a roommate who told me how she was convicted on being open to interruptions like Jesus. Vanessa talked about how planning in advance is good, but only so that it would create space in your schedule for Jesus to interrupt your plans. Maybe he has an event or person scheduled on His calendar for your day that you didn't know about. Vanessa started practicing being open to interruptions so she could serve the Lord and people better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom Yeakley addresses this idea in his chapter on Servanthood.&amp;nbsp; He quotes Andy Standley in the book asking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;b&gt;Are you a servant who leads, or a leader who serves?"&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He goes on to say that leadership is a role, not an identity, but being a servant is our identity, given when we followed the one who didn't come to be served. (Mark 10:45) A servant doesn't demand to be helped but anticipates the needs of others and steps in where they see the need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaders take initiative and don't look for recognition. They will seek  God and help others seek God, rather than telling people our own  thoughts on&amp;nbsp; how to act. They also always seek to promote those around  them. To be selfish does not demonstrate servanthood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it means asking questions in a conversation, rather than rattling on about my day. Maybe it means moving chairs for a meeting before the leader comes in. Maybe its answering the phone on my "day off" to help a friend in need. Maybe its doing a load of laundry during downtime so I can be open to the "Want to get dinner and catch up tonight?" friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my time in campus ministry, there are two people that stand out to me as servants that lead like this. The first guy is Mr. Sound Guy from the Mid-west and the second is Band Equipment Man from the Sunshine State. Both Mr. Sound Guy and Band Equipment Man anticipated the needs of our large group meetings. Both gave up 1-2 hours before or after a meeting to haul equipment, set up, tear down, tune instruments, and untangle chords. Both didn't ever want recognition, and when you'd give it, they would include the people that served them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also recently witnessed this at a National Conference for our ministry. The President of our international Christian ministry gave a message to the 4000+ crowd of ministering staff about having child like faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, as children, we never should anticipate that the solution to our issues, questions, problems starts with us. He then initiated a time of prayer. One of the most touching things to me was when he left the stage, and stood among the other servant leader prayer warriors around the room. He blended in as a servant. He prayed with new staff, old staff, people much younger than him, people more experienced than him. Either way, his main role that night was to pray, not preach. And his main method, was as a servant, not a leader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh that I would be a woman that anticipates the needs, plans ahead, and humbly steps off the stage for the servant, submitted under the only wise King.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Blog Brought to you in honor of Sound Guy and Band Man, both of whom have served and led faithfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script&gt;Tdocument.write(unescape("%3Cstyle%20type%3D%22text/css%22%3E%0Abody%20%7B%20background-image%20%3A%20url%28%22http%3A//i711.photobucket.com/albums/ww111/ShabbyBlogs/Lola.jpg%20%22%29%3B%20background-position%3A%20center%3B%20background-repeat%3A%20no-repeat%3B%20%20background-attachment%20%3A%20fixed%3B%20%7D%0A%3C/style%3E%0A%3Cscript%20type%3D%22text/javascript%22%3E%0Avar%20shabby_div%20%3D%20document.createElement%28%27div%27%29%3B%0Ashabby_div.setAttribute%28%27style%27%2C%22position%3A%20absolute%3B%20left%3A%200px%3B%20top%3A%2030px%3B%20z-index%3A%2050%3B%20width%3A%20150px%3B%20height%3A%2045px%3B%22%29%3B%0Ashabby_div.innerHTML%20%3D%20%27%3Ca%20target%3D%22_blank%22%20href%3D%22%20http%3A//www.shabbyblogs.com%22%3E%3Cimg%20border%3D%220%22%20src%3D%22http%3A//i711.photobucket.com/albums/ww111/ShabbyBlogs/ShabbyBlogs.jpg%22%3E%3C/a%3E%27%3B%0Adocument.getElementsByTagName%28%27body%27%29.item%280%29.appendChild%28shabby_div%29%3B%0A%3C/script%3E"));&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script&gt;Tdocument.write(unescape("%3Cstyle%20type%3D%22text/css%22%3E%0Abody%20%7B%20background-image%20%3A%20url%28%22http%3A//i711.photobucket.com/albums/ww111/ShabbyBlogs/Lola.jpg%20%22%29%3B%20background-position%3A%20center%3B%20background-repeat%3A%20no-repeat%3B%20%20background-attachment%20%3A%20fixed%3B%20%7D%0A%3C/style%3E%0A%3Cscript%20type%3D%22text/javascript%22%3E%0Avar%20shabby_div%20%3D%20document.createElement%28%27div%27%29%3B%0Ashabby_div.setAttribute%28%27style%27%2C%22position%3A%20absolute%3B%20left%3A%200px%3B%20top%3A%2030px%3B%20z-index%3A%2050%3B%20width%3A%20150px%3B%20height%3A%2045px%3B%22%29%3B%0Ashabby_div.innerHTML%20%3D%20%27%3Ca%20target%3D%22_blank%22%20href%3D%22%20http%3A//www.shabbyblogs.com%22%3E%3Cimg%20border%3D%220%22%20src%3D%22http%3A//i711.photobucket.com/albums/ww111/ShabbyBlogs/ShabbyBlogs.jpg%22%3E%3C/a%3E%27%3B%0Adocument.getElementsByTagName%28%27body%27%29.item%280%29.appendChild%28shabby_div%29%3B%0A%3C/script%3E"));&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/363028273341987088-3029708527249949779?l=rachofel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachofel.blogspot.com/feeds/3029708527249949779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rachofel.blogspot.com/2011/12/anticipating-needs-servanthood.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363028273341987088/posts/default/3029708527249949779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363028273341987088/posts/default/3029708527249949779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachofel.blogspot.com/2011/12/anticipating-needs-servanthood.html' title='Anticipating needs: Servanthood (Character Trait #4)'/><author><name>Rachofel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UWEMydLnA5A/THCZ0MhyDeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rSL8frNQyqE/S220/41377_5219049_1457_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-363028273341987088.post-8263726415475548071</id><published>2011-11-29T11:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T11:35:06.603-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wisdom'/><title type='text'>Elisabeth Elliot. So wise right now.</title><content type='html'>Today I came across some Elisabeth Elliot quotes that I just LOVE! Here they are. Due to her wisdom and awesomeness I had a hard time limiting them. I bolded the parts I particularly like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;“&lt;b&gt;Heaven is not here, it’s There. If we were given all we wanted here, our hearts would settle for this world rather than the next.&lt;/b&gt; God is forever luring us up and away from this one, wooing us to Himself and His still invisible Kingdom, where we will certainly find what we so keenly long for”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Elisabeth Elliot, Keeping a Quiet Heart).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“God never witholds from His child that which His love and wisdom call good. &lt;b&gt;God’s refusals are always merciful&lt;/b&gt; — “severe mercies” at times but mercies all the same. God never denies us our hearts desire except to give us something better.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;“To love God is to love His will. It is to wait quietly for life to be measured by One who knows us through and through. It is to be content with His timing and His wise appointment.”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I do know that waiting on God requires the willingness to bear uncertainty, to carry within oneself the unanswered question, lifting the heart to God about it whenever it intrudes upon one’s thoughts. I&lt;b&gt;ts easy to talk oneself into a decision that has no permanence – easier sometimes than to wait patiently” &lt;/b&gt;(Passion and Purity: Learning to Bring Your Love Life Under Christ’s Control).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;“It is God to whom and with whom we travel, and while He is the end of our journey, He is also at every stopping place.”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Faith is not an instinct. It certainly is not a feeling – f&lt;b&gt;eelings don’t help much when you’re in the lions’ den or hanging on a wooden Cross.&lt;/b&gt; Faith is not inferred from the happy way things work. It is an act of will, a choice, based &lt;b&gt;on the unbreakable Word of a God&lt;/b&gt; who cannot lie, and who showed us what love and obedience and sacrifice mean, in the person of Jesus Christ” (Secure in the Everlasting Arms, Revell, 2002).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;b&gt;The fact that I am a woman does not make me a different kind of Christian, but the fact that I am a Christian does make me a different kind of woman.&lt;/b&gt; For I have accepted God’s idea of me, and my whole life is an offering back to Him of all that I am and all that He wants me to be.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script&gt;Tdocument.write(unescape("%3Cstyle%20type%3D%22text/css%22%3E%0Abody%20%7B%20background-image%20%3A%20url%28%22http%3A//i711.photobucket.com/albums/ww111/ShabbyBlogs/Lola.jpg%20%22%29%3B%20background-position%3A%20center%3B%20background-repeat%3A%20no-repeat%3B%20%20background-attachment%20%3A%20fixed%3B%20%7D%0A%3C/style%3E%0A%3Cscript%20type%3D%22text/javascript%22%3E%0Avar%20shabby_div%20%3D%20document.createElement%28%27div%27%29%3B%0Ashabby_div.setAttribute%28%27style%27%2C%22position%3A%20absolute%3B%20left%3A%200px%3B%20top%3A%2030px%3B%20z-index%3A%2050%3B%20width%3A%20150px%3B%20height%3A%2045px%3B%22%29%3B%0Ashabby_div.innerHTML%20%3D%20%27%3Ca%20target%3D%22_blank%22%20href%3D%22%20http%3A//www.shabbyblogs.com%22%3E%3Cimg%20border%3D%220%22%20src%3D%22http%3A//i711.photobucket.com/albums/ww111/ShabbyBlogs/ShabbyBlogs.jpg%22%3E%3C/a%3E%27%3B%0Adocument.getElementsByTagName%28%27body%27%29.item%280%29.appendChild%28shabby_div%29%3B%0A%3C/script%3E"));&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This Blog brought to you by one wise woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script&gt;Tdocument.write(unescape("%3Cstyle%20type%3D%22text/css%22%3E%0Abody%20%7B%20background-image%20%3A%20url%28%22http%3A//i711.photobucket.com/albums/ww111/ShabbyBlogs/Lola.jpg%20%22%29%3B%20background-position%3A%20center%3B%20background-repeat%3A%20no-repeat%3B%20%20background-attachment%20%3A%20fixed%3B%20%7D%0A%3C/style%3E%0A%3Cscript%20type%3D%22text/javascript%22%3E%0Avar%20shabby_div%20%3D%20document.createElement%28%27div%27%29%3B%0Ashabby_div.setAttribute%28%27style%27%2C%22position%3A%20absolute%3B%20left%3A%200px%3B%20top%3A%2030px%3B%20z-index%3A%2050%3B%20width%3A%20150px%3B%20height%3A%2045px%3B%22%29%3B%0Ashabby_div.innerHTML%20%3D%20%27%3Ca%20target%3D%22_blank%22%20href%3D%22%20http%3A//www.shabbyblogs.com%22%3E%3Cimg%20border%3D%220%22%20src%3D%22http%3A//i711.photobucket.com/albums/ww111/ShabbyBlogs/ShabbyBlogs.jpg%22%3E%3C/a%3E%27%3B%0Adocument.getElementsByTagName%28%27body%27%29.item%280%29.appendChild%28shabby_div%29%3B%0A%3C/script%3E"));&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/363028273341987088-8263726415475548071?l=rachofel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachofel.blogspot.com/feeds/8263726415475548071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rachofel.blogspot.com/2011/11/elisabeth-elliot-so-wise-right-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363028273341987088/posts/default/8263726415475548071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363028273341987088/posts/default/8263726415475548071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachofel.blogspot.com/2011/11/elisabeth-elliot-so-wise-right-now.html' title='Elisabeth Elliot. So wise right now.'/><author><name>Rachofel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UWEMydLnA5A/THCZ0MhyDeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rSL8frNQyqE/S220/41377_5219049_1457_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-363028273341987088.post-489773637643212415</id><published>2011-10-30T16:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T22:33:57.989-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Character'/><title type='text'>Humility: Humble Pie (Character Trait #3)</title><content type='html'>&lt;style&gt;y@font-face {  font-family: "Times New Roman";}@font-face {  font-family: "Courier New";}@font-face {  font-family: "Wingdings";}p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }table.MsoNormalTable { font-size: 10pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }div.Section1 { page: Section1; }ol { margin-bottom: 0in; }ul { margin-bottom: 0in; }&lt;/style&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Scanning through &lt;i&gt;Pinterest&lt;/i&gt; (my unfortunate, tragic, yet amazing new time wasting interest), I came across this quote and laughed, almost spewing coffee all over my Mac... "I'm Awesome at Being Humble."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Though I wouldn't ever really say this out loud, I realized this week that my brain sometimes thinks this. Really, such an evidence of pride in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pride. This thing keeps coming up. In the Bible Study with students on campus, in my discipleship time, during sermons, through quotes, its everywhere. Being an advertising major, I get it. God is advertising the great character trait of Humility, and I am sitting up and taking note. God, as always, has skillfully broken through the clutter of the world, and revealed a pithy and true message to my life this week, and I, like a good consumer, am convinced that I need it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Micah 6:8-He has told you, O man, what is good. And what does the LORD require of you but to do justice, and to love kindness, and to walk humbly with your God?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;What does the Lord require? To walk humbly with your God. The God that claims me. The God that doesn't need me for his work. yet because he loves me dearly, includes me. The God whom I serve and who I need, and who calls me his own. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;That's it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been realizing this week, that I add to what the Lord requires. I add being more holy, having a successful ministry, leaving a legacy and impact, reaching the world, changing hearts and lives, giving spiritual wisdom and guidance., knowing more of the Bible, planning an amazing future. Focus like this causes pride to seep. I actually believe I can do all these things, whether Christ strengthens me or not. Whether my life is hidden in Christ, or not. Whether I'm a part of the vine or not. Oh that terrible illusion of pride that I can do it alone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;C.J. Mahaney defines humility as “honestly assessing ourselves in light of God’s holiness and our sinfulness.”&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Taking an honest assessment of my life, I realize, that pride seeps rears its ugly head in ways that make me boast about my strengths, not my weaknesses, and then hide when I am weak. It makes me try to prove I'm right, instead of loving others well.&amp;nbsp; It makes me critical and comparative, either thinking I'm too great, or thinking I'm so below that standard that even self focused inadequacy becomes pride.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I also realized something else. Its easier to be humble when success has happened in your life and harder when life serves you disappointment or heartache or failure. This week, through a series of events, I felt like a failure at things I'm normally a pro at. And, because I didn't humble myself before Him, God, in his gracious love, humbled me. He reminded me, Ministry is not about ministry success, its about Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;If Jesus is not my focus, I'm living a skewed view of the life of grace given to me in Jesus redemptive work on the Cross.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Though working on all those things listed above can be a good thing, if its done for my glory, it means nothing. If my life is truly now hidden in Christ, I will reflect Christ, not myself, and really, would rather people see Him than my ugly pride anyway. I think I’m starting to buy into and understand humility.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Here’s what Tom Yeakley's book on Kingdom Character regarding Humility says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: inherit;" type="disc"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Humility is the doorway to growing in Grace. Grace is      not freedom to do as we want, but power to live as we ought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Prayer acknowledges that we can't do something on our      own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Measuring and counting results, though not always      sinful, can reflect pride in our lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;If we are fearful that God may ask of us something that      would be difficult, we show a lack of understanding in our identity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;When we are praised or complimented..."Thank you      for the compliment" or "Thanks for those kind words" will      go a long way to develop humility and keep the focus where it should be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So I'm left with this slogan branded in my brain.&amp;nbsp; “What does the Lord require? To walk Humbly with your God.”&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Here I am, on the path of humbleness, fueled by  Christ. One day I will look at life, and really not see myself at  all, but only Jesus. Not because of me, but because of his transforming power.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And I think I should re-post the &lt;i&gt;Pinterest&lt;/i&gt; quote but change it to this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;God is Awesome at Humbling Me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Put that on a T-Shirt and wear it to the county fair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;This Blog Brought to you by Jesus and Ice Cream,&amp;nbsp; both of which go great with a slice of humble pie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script&gt;"document.write(unescape("%3Cstyle%20type%3D%22text/css%22%3E%0Abody%20%7B%20background-image%20%3A%20url%28%22http%3A//i711.photobucket.com/albums/ww111/ShabbyBlogs/Lola.jpg%20%22%29%3B%20background-position%3A%20center%3B%20background-repeat%3A%20no-repeat%3B%20%20background-attachment%20%3A%20fixed%3B%20%7D%0A%3C/style%3E%0A%3Cscript%20type%3D%22text/javascript%22%3E%0Avar%20shabby_div%20%3D%20document.createElement%28%27div%27%29%3B%0Ashabby_div.setAttribute%28%27style%27%2C%22position%3A%20absolute%3B%20left%3A%200px%3B%20top%3A%2030px%3B%20z-index%3A%2050%3B%20width%3A%20150px%3B%20height%3A%2045px%3B%22%29%3B%0Ashabby_div.innerHTML%20%3D%20%27%3Ca%20target%3D%22_blank%22%20href%3D%22%20http%3A//www.shabbyblogs.com%22%3E%3Cimg%20border%3D%220%22%20src%3D%22http%3A//i711.photobucket.com/albums/ww111/ShabbyBlogs/ShabbyBlogs.jpg%22%3E%3C/a%3E%27%3B%0Adocument.getElementsByTagName%28%27body%27%29.item%280%29.appendChild%28shabby_div%29%3B%0A%3C/script%3E"));&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/363028273341987088-489773637643212415?l=rachofel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachofel.blogspot.com/feeds/489773637643212415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rachofel.blogspot.com/2011/10/humble-pie-character-trait-3.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363028273341987088/posts/default/489773637643212415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363028273341987088/posts/default/489773637643212415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachofel.blogspot.com/2011/10/humble-pie-character-trait-3.html' title='Humility: Humble Pie (Character Trait #3)'/><author><name>Rachofel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UWEMydLnA5A/THCZ0MhyDeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rSL8frNQyqE/S220/41377_5219049_1457_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-363028273341987088.post-5169959077672279581</id><published>2011-08-30T00:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T00:45:06.701-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life thoughts'/><title type='text'>Chilvary: Dead or Alive</title><content type='html'>Most of the time, I think I am someone that can believe that there are still good men in this world. Granted, it took me most of college to believe I could trust men, but I never doubted that good men existed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have thought however in the last few years, that they seem to be a dying breed. Men of courage, men that lead, men that stick up for what's right, men that follow through with what they say they will do. With the number of men that don't have great father figures and the gender confusion that seems to be happening all around me, with more video games than building tree houses, and more entitlement than humility, I sometimes get stuck in a rut that chivalry, just might be...(gasp)... dead?! My sister along with multiple other women I know have sworn on multiple occasions that chivalrous, good men, do not exist anymore. Are we jaded or is it true? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, according to dictionary.com, &lt;b&gt;chiv·al·ry&lt;/b&gt; means the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="header"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="rom-inline"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;span class="dnindex"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;sum&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;ideal&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="color: #333333; cursor: default;"&gt;qualifications&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;knight,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;including&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;courtesy,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="color: #333333; cursor: default;"&gt;generosity,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="color: #333333; cursor: default;"&gt;valor,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;dexterity&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;arms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="dndata"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;span class="dnindex"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="color: #333333; cursor: default;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;rules&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="color: #333333; cursor: default;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;customs&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;medieval&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;knighthood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="dndata"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;span class="dnindex"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="color: #333333; cursor: default;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;medieval&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;system&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="color: #333333; cursor: default;"&gt;institution&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;knighthood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="dndata"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;span class="dnindex"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="color: #333333; cursor: default;"&gt; a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;group&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="color: #333333; cursor: default;"&gt;knights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="dndata"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;span class="dnindex"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="color: #333333; cursor: default;"&gt; gallant&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="color: #333333; cursor: default;"&gt;warriors&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;gentlemen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;Interesting right? I mean besides those reenactment groups for the Medieval times or Rennasaince festivals, rarely do I see a group of 'knights' strolling around my neighborhood rescuing damsels in distress, fighting off dragons, or lifting intensely heavy swords to fight evil with.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;However, I love the first definition and the qualifications of a knight : Courtesy, generosity, valor and dexterity in arms... (anyone else want to chuckle with me over that last one? haha, I seriously laughed out loud when I read that).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;However, even though there aren't droves of&amp;nbsp; knights walking around acting all knightly and such, I think, how fitting that there are not. These kind of men are few and far between and should be. Their rarity makes them all the more honorable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;So, with that said, I have witnessed modern day knights the last few weeks that are worth mentioning and have given me a renewed hope that chivalry is far from dead. Here's to you valiant men, that have made an impression on me that there are still good men out there and have made me even more encouraged to not settle for anyone less than knight-quality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;* Here, here...To the pizza waiter that took the time and effort to walk my friend and I to our cars in the downpour by releasing an outdoor umbrella from its stand, fording a river in the middle of the parking lot, and getting soaked in the process. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;* Cheers to the many men the last few weeks that have courteously opened doors, carried boxes to and from my car, helped me move extremely heavy furniture from my apartment to my new place with their "dexterity of arms' and all with a smile and a willing heart to do so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;*Shout out to the multiple&amp;nbsp; men in the college ministry that have invited girls to bible studies and events with the only intention of wanting them to experience joy and growth in Christ. Who have had the courage to say no to late night study sessions to guard women's hearts more than the women even know they need. And have said we will live different from the world to show that chivalry is still alive and well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;Men of Chivalry, I salute you. And thank you. For setting the bar and giving me a reminder that their are still knights in undercover armor that exist today. For being courageous, strong, valiant. For fighting dragons that say being a gentleman is old fashion. For being the example.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;This blog brought to you in part by the pizza guy's wet shoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script&gt; &lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script&gt;Tdocument.write(unescape("%3Cstyle%20type%3D%22text/css%22%3E%0Abody%20%7B%20background-image%20%3A%20url%28%22http%3A//i711.photobucket.com/albums/ww111/ShabbyBlogs/Lola.jpg%20%22%29%3B%20background-position%3A%20center%3B%20background-repeat%3A%20no-repeat%3B%20%20background-attachment%20%3A%20fixed%3B%20%7D%0A%3C/style%3E%0A%3Cscript%20type%3D%22text/javascript%22%3E%0Avar%20shabby_div%20%3D%20document.createElement%28%27div%27%29%3B%0Ashabby_div.setAttribute%28%27style%27%2C%22position%3A%20absolute%3B%20left%3A%200px%3B%20top%3A%2030px%3B%20z-index%3A%2050%3B%20width%3A%20150px%3B%20height%3A%2045px%3B%22%29%3B%0Ashabby_div.innerHTML%20%3D%20%27%3Ca%20target%3D%22_blank%22%20href%3D%22%20http%3A//www.shabbyblogs.com%22%3E%3Cimg%20border%3D%220%22%20src%3D%22http%3A//i711.photobucket.com/albums/ww111/ShabbyBlogs/ShabbyBlogs.jpg%22%3E%3C/a%3E%27%3B%0Adocument.getElementsByTagName%28%27body%27%29.item%280%29.appendChild%28shabby_div%29%3B%0A%3C/script%3E"));&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/363028273341987088-5169959077672279581?l=rachofel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachofel.blogspot.com/feeds/5169959077672279581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rachofel.blogspot.com/2011/08/chilvary-dead-or-alive.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363028273341987088/posts/default/5169959077672279581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363028273341987088/posts/default/5169959077672279581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachofel.blogspot.com/2011/08/chilvary-dead-or-alive.html' title='Chilvary: Dead or Alive'/><author><name>Rachofel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UWEMydLnA5A/THCZ0MhyDeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rSL8frNQyqE/S220/41377_5219049_1457_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-363028273341987088.post-496861859171850957</id><published>2011-06-27T18:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T23:46:09.828-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Character'/><title type='text'>Integrity: Giving back that piece of Robe (Character Trait #2)</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;According to the Merriam-Webster online dictionary, Integrity is currently in the &lt;b style="color: #262626;"&gt;top 1%&lt;/b&gt; of words looked up and is the 14th most popular word on Merriam-Webster.com. Why is that? I think it's because people want to see integrity, they want to have integrity, but it's not always an easy word to define.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the Growing Kingdom Character book by Tom Yeakley, it is who you are when you think you are alone, or consistency regardless of context.&amp;nbsp; In my own definition, it is the consistency of your character that causes people to trust your leadership.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For someone that follows Jesus though, I think its not only integrity with people, it means integrity with God. After all, God sees everything and knows our heart. Acts 24:16 says, "So I strive always to keep my &lt;b&gt;conscience&lt;/b&gt; clear before &lt;b&gt;God&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;man&lt;/b&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeakley put out some challenging questions and statements.&amp;nbsp; Here are a few things that I'm challenged by from his writing and what I've learned about integrity:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Are you a person who keeps your word?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Are you developing behavior patterns of integrity or dishonesty in life?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When you say you will call people back, do you?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do you embellish stories in ministry to make them sound better or put a great spin on them?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Are you verbal processor? If you are when you discuss things regarding decisions or people that leave the impression that others view as a firm decision or let them know with a disclaimer that you are processing?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dishonesty in the small, daily issues of life can create a character flaw that eliminates us from finishing well.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;As I studied this, I also studied the story of&amp;nbsp; David sparing Saul in the cave. In this story, Saul is trying to kill David because of jealousy over his favor with the people. Saul enters a cave to relieve himself (sometimes the Bible cracks me up) and it happens to be the same cave that David and his men are hiding in. David cuts off a piece of Saul's robe at the urging of the men loyal to David. Afterward, the Bible says "David was conscience-stricken for having cut off a corner of his robe." So he goes out and talks to Saul and reasons with Him to the point that Saul is convicted and says "“You are more righteous than I."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This shows me a couple things. Integrity does count in the little things. Integrity is something that gets to peoples hearts. Integrity has to come by acting on the promptings of the Holy Spirit to do the right thing, say the right thing, and act in honesty in the right way.&amp;nbsp; And a man of integrity can be trusted as a leader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that the Lord would move me to be sensitive to the promptings of the Spirit to act rightly. I pray that integrity would be how I lead. That one day they might say about me what they said about David. That I shepherded the women on campus with &lt;b&gt;integrity&lt;/b&gt; of &lt;b&gt;heart&lt;/b&gt;; with skillful hands he led them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other thing that has been neat in this journey is that I feel like God keeps sending me back to life school in some ways. I read these things, and I think "Ay yi yi, I have so far to go to have this kind of integrity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the Holy Spirit prompts my heart saying "That's not the point. What I want you to know, dear girl,&amp;nbsp; is that I lead you like this. I lead you with honesty, With complete integrity. I follow up and follow through well. I am consistent to lead you in all contexts the same. And that does make me want to follow Him and Trust Him. 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Then at the end of her workout, she put her glasses on and realized it was a mirror and the lady was her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This made me laugh really hard and I reminded myself that at the gym, laughing is a must. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script&gt;Tdocument.write(unescape("%3Cstyle%20type%3D%22text/css%22%3E%0Abody%20%7B%20background-image%20%3A%20url%28%22http%3A//i711.photobucket.com/albums/ww111/ShabbyBlogs/Lola.jpg%20%22%29%3B%20background-position%3A%20center%3B%20background-repeat%3A%20no-repeat%3B%20%20background-attachment%20%3A%20fixed%3B%20%7D%0A%3C/style%3E%0A%3Cscript%20type%3D%22text/javascript%22%3E%0Avar%20shabby_div%20%3D%20document.createElement%28%27div%27%29%3B%0Ashabby_div.setAttribute%28%27style%27%2C%22position%3A%20absolute%3B%20left%3A%200px%3B%20top%3A%2030px%3B%20z-index%3A%2050%3B%20width%3A%20150px%3B%20height%3A%2045px%3B%22%29%3B%0Ashabby_div.innerHTML%20%3D%20%27%3Ca%20target%3D%22_blank%22%20href%3D%22%20http%3A//www.shabbyblogs.com%22%3E%3Cimg%20border%3D%220%22%20src%3D%22http%3A//i711.photobucket.com/albums/ww111/ShabbyBlogs/ShabbyBlogs.jpg%22%3E%3C/a%3E%27%3B%0Adocument.getElementsByTagName%28%27body%27%29.item%280%29.appendChild%28shabby_div%29%3B%0A%3C/script%3E"));&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this in mind, I go to my second complimentary session with a Personal Trainer at the gym which I just joined last week.. Brian (the PT guy) makes me do jumping jacks, some kinda of wierd seal jumping jacks where I had the urge to bark like a sea lion loudly, lunges, and other shenannigans. As Brian goes on to teach me about some wierd pull ups, things start to get fuzzy. I am hearing him and thinking, this is wierd.&amp;nbsp; And then they get really fuzzy, and I start to get dizzy. He's explaining, I'm trying hard to focus and then I say something to the affect of "uh..i think I'm going to pass out." Brian makes me sit down as I refocus and drink some water. Feeling defeated a little, I have the urge to run out. But, I stay drink my water, and force myself to listen to Brian tell me about the new dog his wife and He got this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, I think I've passed out because I see something that only could happen in an unconcious state. I see a middle aged asian man jump from the floor to a platform about 5 feet off the ground. Then I realize, I have not passed out and this guy legitally is jumping from platform to platform made of excercise balls and mats, combined with a slack line. huh. interesting. He looks like he should be in the Cirque de Chine in Dollywood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, I continue the work out and finish with victory flags. We'll see if anything happens Friday when I try it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Blog brought to you by my mom's rendition of the Michael Jackson classic "Man in the Mirror."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/363028273341987088-5268295099458944775?l=rachofel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachofel.blogspot.com/feeds/5268295099458944775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rachofel.blogspot.com/2011/06/gym-day-2-funny-scenarios.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363028273341987088/posts/default/5268295099458944775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363028273341987088/posts/default/5268295099458944775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachofel.blogspot.com/2011/06/gym-day-2-funny-scenarios.html' title='Gym Day #2: Funny Scenarios'/><author><name>Rachofel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UWEMydLnA5A/THCZ0MhyDeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rSL8frNQyqE/S220/41377_5219049_1457_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-363028273341987088.post-1182935514622437238</id><published>2011-06-07T01:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T18:45:07.490-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Character'/><title type='text'>Love:Sacrifice Required (Character Trait #1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;This week I watched a movie called &lt;a href="http://www.paperheart-movie.com/"&gt;"Paper Heart."&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; Set up documentary style, Charlene Yi is on a quest to discover what love really is. She interviews all sorts of crazy characters and eventually falls in love herself with Michael Cera (that kid from Juno). Though entertaining, it wasn't the best movie ever, but it did have a quote that stood out to me in light of studying "Love" as the first character trait in Tom Yeakley's book. The quote was given by an author who writes romance novels. Not that I think romance novel writers are anywhere near knowledgeable on love, but I think this one in particular was on to something:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"In an 'HEA ending'... happily ever after...There's always something where the characters are sacrificing...one is sacrificing for the other and that's their sign that they're really in love with that person. So at some point the character has to make some kind of a personal sacrifice..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Well said, romance novel lady, well said.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Isn't their something in the human spirit that recognizes that real love cannot exist without sacrifice? Not just romantic love, but all love. The reason being is sacrifice equals selflessness and the opposite characteristic of&amp;nbsp; selfishness seeks only what can be gained for one's own good rather than thinking of the other person. That is not love. But a heart that truly loves others will sacrifice for the other person. After all, isn't that the example of Christ's love for us?&amp;nbsp; Wasn't he the ultimate sacrificing of self for our life to come ? And isn't He the one who IS love to start with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The apostle Paul should have been in that documentary. I mean, that guy had a lot to say about love. As I studied 1 Corinthians 13 as part of my research on love in leadership, I was blown away by the Amplified version of this passage. Some of the phrases cut to the heart, i mean things like&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"if I have [sufficient] faith so that I can remove mountains, but have  not love (God's love in me) I am nothing (a useless nobody).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Love endures long and is patient and kind;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Love never is envious nor  boils over with jealousy,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Love is not boastful or vainglorious, does not  display itself haughtily. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Love is not conceited (arrogant and inflated with pride);&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Love is not rude  (unmannerly) and does not act unbecomingly.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Love (God's love in us) does  not insist on its own rights or its own way, for it is not  self-seeking;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Love is not touchy or fretful or resentful;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Love takes no  account of the evil done to it [it pays no attention to a suffered  wrong].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Love does not rejoice at injustice and unrighteousness, but rejoices when right and truth prevail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Love  bears up under anything and everything that comes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Love is ever ready to  believe the best of every person, its hopes are fadeless under all  circumstances, and it endures everything [without weakening].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Love never fails, never fades out or becomes obsolete or comes to an end.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Wow. Complete and utter conviction on the pride and the believing the best of others. But the encouraging thing to me was that throughout that passage God reminded me that the word love could be substituted for "God's love in us." How true that I can't love like this without Christ in me! And how amazing that all these things mentioned above is how God loves those who know and follow Him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And speaking of following, Yeakley's made some great points on love and leadership.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Leaders who love will always seek the highest good for other people instead of using them as tools to accomplish a goal."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;This point is so true! Likewise, Yeakley says that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Leaders who lack love tend to have a performance based value system rather than a love-based system built on the Grace of God." &lt;/blockquote&gt;As a leader in a ministry, I need to really take into account my heart and my motive. Is my goal only to have successful Bible Studies, people "doing" campus ministry well? Or am I basing my goals on sacrificing for the good of those I lead, desiring the best for those that are growing, and being with them even if campus goals don't get met. Goals are not nearly as important as people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And truth be told, the leader's I've wanted to follow have not been the ones that have taught me tons of ministry skills, or been impressive by their ministry knowledge. But they've been the ones that loved God well, held goals with an open hand, and loved me through sacrificing things to help me in the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If we focus our life on love, our leadership will be honoring to God and attractive to others." ~Tom Yeakley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I've processed this, I realize sacrifice it so key to loving well those around us. I'm challenged to think, how can I sacrifice more for my family, the  girls I disciple, my friends?&amp;nbsp; How can I encourage and build up with a  value for the person, not a value for what they accomplish? How do I react if something or someone fails? How do I receive the prodical when they've run? I have a choice, to look for my gain, or to sacrifice for their gain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am challenged by my lack of love in evidence in my selfishness, but encouraged that God's love in me will have a positive impact on the world.. And ultimately it always comes back to looking into the face of Jesus, the one who defined love by sacrifice, and asking for wisdom to be more like Him. I mean after all, I can bank on it, cause love, or rather God's love in  me, never fails, becomes obsolete or fades out to ending. And that is something worth seeking after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog brought to you by Romance Novel Lady and her bright pink Barbuchi lipstick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&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/363028273341987088-1182935514622437238?l=rachofel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachofel.blogspot.com/feeds/1182935514622437238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rachofel.blogspot.com/2011/06/lovesacrifice-required.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363028273341987088/posts/default/1182935514622437238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363028273341987088/posts/default/1182935514622437238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachofel.blogspot.com/2011/06/lovesacrifice-required.html' title='Love:Sacrifice Required (Character Trait #1)'/><author><name>Rachofel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UWEMydLnA5A/THCZ0MhyDeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rSL8frNQyqE/S220/41377_5219049_1457_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-363028273341987088.post-8567495165355118542</id><published>2011-05-14T15:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T15:05:12.568-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Character'/><title type='text'>Character in Leadership: Post 1 (Intro)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Hy2EY5irAbA/Tc7SHVmnqSI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Gz5Uww1gbuo/s1600/51d78c8tpal__ss500_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Hy2EY5irAbA/Tc7SHVmnqSI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Gz5Uww1gbuo/s1600/51d78c8tpal__ss500_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago I was given the book "Growing Kingdom Character" by Tom Yeakley, a man who has coached and developed leaders for more than 30 years internationally, focusing on Christ-like character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;The book starts with talking about how important character is more important than skills acquired in leadership. That its the character of a person, not skill development that is the most strategic focus of growing in leadership. It then goes chapter by chapter with different leadership qualities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeakley state that the foundational character qualities are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Love&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Integrity&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Humility&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Servanthood&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;The supporting character qualities are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Purity&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Faith&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Patience&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Self Control&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Teachability&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Courage.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;As I explore each one of these by reading the chapter, exploring the verses through a study in the book, praying through the prayer points and excercising these qualities, I plan to share insights throughout the summer. It should be an exciting journey! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you agree that Character is more important than skills in leadership?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This entry brought to you by a lazy saturday where blogging just seemed like the right thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script&gt;Adocument.write(unescape("%3Cstyle%20type%3D%22text/css%22%3E%0Abody%20%7B%20background-image%20%3A%20url%28%22http%3A//i711.photobucket.com/albums/ww111/ShabbyBlogs/Lola.jpg%20%22%29%3B%20background-position%3A%20center%3B%20background-repeat%3A%20no-repeat%3B%20%20background-attachment%20%3A%20fixed%3B%20%7D%0A%3C/style%3E%0A%3Cscript%20type%3D%22text/javascript%22%3E%0Avar%20shabby_div%20%3D%20document.createElement%28%27div%27%29%3B%0Ashabby_div.setAttribute%28%27style%27%2C%22position%3A%20absolute%3B%20left%3A%200px%3B%20top%3A%2030px%3B%20z-index%3A%2050%3B%20width%3A%20150px%3B%20height%3A%2045px%3B%22%29%3B%0Ashabby_div.innerHTML%20%3D%20%27%3Ca%20target%3D%22_blank%22%20href%3D%22%20http%3A//www.shabbyblogs.com%22%3E%3Cimg%20border%3D%220%22%20src%3D%22http%3A//i711.photobucket.com/albums/ww111/ShabbyBlogs/ShabbyBlogs.jpg%22%3E%3C/a%3E%27%3B%0Adocument.getElementsByTagName%28%27body%27%29.item%280%29.appendChild%28shabby_div%29%3B%0A%3C/script%3E"));&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/363028273341987088-8567495165355118542?l=rachofel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachofel.blogspot.com/feeds/8567495165355118542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rachofel.blogspot.com/2011/05/character-in-leadership-post-1-intro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363028273341987088/posts/default/8567495165355118542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363028273341987088/posts/default/8567495165355118542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachofel.blogspot.com/2011/05/character-in-leadership-post-1-intro.html' title='Character in Leadership: Post 1 (Intro)'/><author><name>Rachofel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UWEMydLnA5A/THCZ0MhyDeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rSL8frNQyqE/S220/41377_5219049_1457_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Hy2EY5irAbA/Tc7SHVmnqSI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Gz5Uww1gbuo/s72-c/51d78c8tpal__ss500_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-363028273341987088.post-7479008887419656390</id><published>2011-05-06T11:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T12:15:34.101-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hope'/><title type='text'>Hope, not Disappointment</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;"Those Who Hope in Me will Not Be Disappointed." ~God&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script&gt;Tdocument.write(unescape("%3Cstyle%20type%3D%22text/css%22%3E%0Abody%20%7B%20background-image%20%3A%20url%28%22http%3A//i711.photobucket.com/albums/ww111/ShabbyBlogs/Lola.jpg%20%22%29%3B%20background-position%3A%20center%3B%20background-repeat%3A%20no-repeat%3B%20%20background-attachment%20%3A%20fixed%3B%20%7D%0A%3C/style%3E%0A%3Cscript%20type%3D%22text/javascript%22%3E%0Avar%20shabby_div%20%3D%20document.createElement%28%27div%27%29%3B%0Ashabby_div.setAttribute%28%27style%27%2C%22position%3A%20absolute%3B%20left%3A%200px%3B%20top%3A%2030px%3B%20z-index%3A%2050%3B%20width%3A%20150px%3B%20height%3A%2045px%3B%22%29%3B%0Ashabby_div.innerHTML%20%3D%20%27%3Ca%20target%3D%22_blank%22%20href%3D%22%20http%3A//www.shabbyblogs.com%22%3E%3Cimg%20border%3D%220%22%20src%3D%22http%3A//i711.photobucket.com/albums/ww111/ShabbyBlogs/ShabbyBlogs.jpg%22%3E%3C/a%3E%27%3B%0Adocument.getElementsByTagName%28%27body%27%29.item%280%29.appendChild%28shabby_div%29%3B%0A%3C/script%3E"));&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the last few weeks, I've thought about this alot. Truthfully, my first thought was "yea right...i don't believe this is true."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that's true in my head, but I've wrestled with believing it in my heart. I started thinking about this verse and making a short list in my head of things I've been disappointed in. Lack of certain friends and family having a saving faith in Christ, lack of funding as I continue in ministry, lack of a spouse after praying for many years, lack of community that I've prayed for, and most recently, not being able to go to a summer program with some of the key students I work with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I been disappointed? Yes. If I'm honest with myself...I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So How then can this statement really be true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my praying and wrestling with myself, the Lord revealed some things to me. The verse does not say that "Those who know what the Lord's plan is will not be disappointed."&amp;nbsp; Its made me realize that if I knew the Lord's plan, i probably would be fully content in his ways. Recently, I heard a speaker who said&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;the following quote:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;&amp;nbsp;"God's will is what you and I would choose if we had all the information God has." ~Tom Yeakley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;Thus, if my hope is based only on what I think God's plan should be rather than trusting that He has a plan better than my thoughts and ways, disappointment can happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;This leads me to recognize that the verse also does not say "Those who hope in the outcome of circumstances will not be disappointed."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;When I really think through all this I realize, the outcome of circumstances is what I've been hoping in rather than the character of the God of Heaven and Earth. In reflecting on this, I realized, circumstances can and will disappoint us sometimes, but that's not what I am to hope in either.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;Those who hope in &lt;b&gt;THE LORD&lt;/b&gt; will not be disappointed. That is the person of Christ, the Character of God. Because think about this for a minute.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's Character includes (this is by no means a comprehensive list):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;Unfailing Love (Psalm 13:5)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;Unfathomable Understanding (Isaiah 40:28)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;Unlimited Patience ( 1 Timothy 1:16)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;Immeasurable Ability (Ephesians 3:20)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;Unbelievable Plans (Jer 29:11)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;And really...that's just the tip of the iceburg.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;In light of this, Hoping in the Lord does prove to lead to amazement and adventure and excitement and joy. And these words don't really go with disappointment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;This Blog Brought To you by God's Character, not Circumstantial Outcomes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script&gt;Tdocument.write(unescape("%3Cstyle%20type%3D%22text/css%22%3E%0Abody%20%7B%20background-image%20%3A%20url%28%22http%3A//i711.photobucket.com/albums/ww111/ShabbyBlogs/Lola.jpg%20%22%29%3B%20background-position%3A%20center%3B%20background-repeat%3A%20no-repeat%3B%20%20background-attachment%20%3A%20fixed%3B%20%7D%0A%3C/style%3E%0A%3Cscript%20type%3D%22text/javascript%22%3E%0Avar%20shabby_div%20%3D%20document.createElement%28%27div%27%29%3B%0Ashabby_div.setAttribute%28%27style%27%2C%22position%3A%20absolute%3B%20left%3A%200px%3B%20top%3A%2030px%3B%20z-index%3A%2050%3B%20width%3A%20150px%3B%20height%3A%2045px%3B%22%29%3B%0Ashabby_div.innerHTML%20%3D%20%27%3Ca%20target%3D%22_blank%22%20href%3D%22%20http%3A//www.shabbyblogs.com%22%3E%3Cimg%20border%3D%220%22%20src%3D%22http%3A//i711.photobucket.com/albums/ww111/ShabbyBlogs/ShabbyBlogs.jpg%22%3E%3C/a%3E%27%3B%0Adocument.getElementsByTagName%28%27body%27%29.item%280%29.appendChild%28shabby_div%29%3B%0A%3C/script%3E"));&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/363028273341987088-7479008887419656390?l=rachofel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachofel.blogspot.com/feeds/7479008887419656390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rachofel.blogspot.com/2011/05/hope-not-disappointment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363028273341987088/posts/default/7479008887419656390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363028273341987088/posts/default/7479008887419656390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachofel.blogspot.com/2011/05/hope-not-disappointment.html' title='Hope, not Disappointment'/><author><name>Rachofel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UWEMydLnA5A/THCZ0MhyDeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rSL8frNQyqE/S220/41377_5219049_1457_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-363028273341987088.post-5326000833457969017</id><published>2011-02-16T12:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T12:05:56.257-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Billy Ray, Toilet Fixer</title><content type='html'>Last night I was on campus at 10:30&amp;nbsp; finishing up freshman bible study when I get a call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a very calm voice my roommate says, "Hi, We have a little bathroom issue."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first reaction, toilet needs plunged. So I say, "Don't worry I'll be home in a few minutes and we can figure it out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To which she replies, actually the hose from the toilet has come unattached and water is spurting everywhere. I kinked the hose and there is water all over the floor..it's a flood. Realizing this is a bigger deal than I thought I smartly say,&amp;nbsp; "Uhhh....maybe you should try to call the front desk."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get home, rush up the stairs and walk in the door, "Hello?"&amp;nbsp; Expecting roomate's voice I hear a deep southern male voice say "Hello..I'm here in the bathroom." Oh! Ok..so service guy is here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I walk around the corner and no joke, Billy Ray Cyrus the Plumber comes out holding a snake tube, carrying a wet-vac and wearing a big silver cross around his neck. He is complete with mullet. It was all I could do not to grab my guitar and ask him to sing his one time hit wonder "Achey Breaky Heart." Poor guy...Top of the Charts in the 90's to Toliet fixing in 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point he needs to go down to the truck to get another part and I find my roomate who is trying to recover from traumatic toilet experience carrying her wet clothes and sopping wet.&amp;nbsp; Poor Roomie! She tells me the traumatic story of toilet bursting and we die laughing about how the plumber looks like Billy Ray! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, the toliet is now fixed, Billy Ray left at 11:30. I half expected him to tip his proverbial cowboy hat at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then proceeded to stew over the humor that just happened. And then, because its after 11 o clock and somehow the synapses in my brain get more creative at this point, I get a vision. Not like a real vision from God or anything, just one that makes me crack up! And I proceed to connect my Bible study on Noah to Billy Ray the Plumber. The end result is this picture, which I drew, and left for my roommate to find in the morning before work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to you Billy Ray and to Noah who chose to walk with God without worrying about his future...or his bathroom plumbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C-Z0F82RbCM/TVwA885qQgI/AAAAAAAAACo/ae2r6KLNmb8/s1600/DSCN1901.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C-Z0F82RbCM/TVwA885qQgI/AAAAAAAAACo/ae2r6KLNmb8/s400/DSCN1901.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog entry brought to you by the 90's hit song "Achey Breaky Heart."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script&gt;Ldocument.write(unescape("%3Cstyle%20type%3D%22text/css%22%3E%0Abody%20%7B%20background-image%20%3A%20url%28%22http%3A//i711.photobucket.com/albums/ww111/ShabbyBlogs/Lola.jpg%20%22%29%3B%20background-position%3A%20center%3B%20background-repeat%3A%20no-repeat%3B%20%20background-attachment%20%3A%20fixed%3B%20%7D%0A%3C/style%3E%0A%3Cscript%20type%3D%22text/javascript%22%3E%0Avar%20shabby_div%20%3D%20document.createElement%28%27div%27%29%3B%0Ashabby_div.setAttribute%28%27style%27%2C%22position%3A%20absolute%3B%20left%3A%200px%3B%20top%3A%2030px%3B%20z-index%3A%2050%3B%20width%3A%20150px%3B%20height%3A%2045px%3B%22%29%3B%0Ashabby_div.innerHTML%20%3D%20%27%3Ca%20target%3D%22_blank%22%20href%3D%22%20http%3A//www.shabbyblogs.com%22%3E%3Cimg%20border%3D%220%22%20src%3D%22http%3A//i711.photobucket.com/albums/ww111/ShabbyBlogs/ShabbyBlogs.jpg%22%3E%3C/a%3E%27%3B%0Adocument.getElementsByTagName%28%27body%27%29.item%280%29.appendChild%28shabby_div%29%3B%0A%3C/script%3E"));&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script&gt;Ldocument.write(unescape("%3Cstyle%20type%3D%22text/css%22%3E%0Abody%20%7B%20background-image%20%3A%20url%28%22http%3A//i711.photobucket.com/albums/ww111/ShabbyBlogs/Lola.jpg%20%22%29%3B%20background-position%3A%20center%3B%20background-repeat%3A%20no-repeat%3B%20%20background-attachment%20%3A%20fixed%3B%20%7D%0A%3C/style%3E%0A%3Cscript%20type%3D%22text/javascript%22%3E%0Avar%20shabby_div%20%3D%20document.createElement%28%27div%27%29%3B%0Ashabby_div.setAttribute%28%27style%27%2C%22position%3A%20absolute%3B%20left%3A%200px%3B%20top%3A%2030px%3B%20z-index%3A%2050%3B%20width%3A%20150px%3B%20height%3A%2045px%3B%22%29%3B%0Ashabby_div.innerHTML%20%3D%20%27%3Ca%20target%3D%22_blank%22%20href%3D%22%20http%3A//www.shabbyblogs.com%22%3E%3Cimg%20border%3D%220%22%20src%3D%22http%3A//i711.photobucket.com/albums/ww111/ShabbyBlogs/ShabbyBlogs.jpg%22%3E%3C/a%3E%27%3B%0Adocument.getElementsByTagName%28%27body%27%29.item%280%29.appendChild%28shabby_div%29%3B%0A%3C/script%3E"));&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/363028273341987088-5326000833457969017?l=rachofel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachofel.blogspot.com/feeds/5326000833457969017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rachofel.blogspot.com/2011/02/billy-ray-toilet-fixer.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363028273341987088/posts/default/5326000833457969017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363028273341987088/posts/default/5326000833457969017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachofel.blogspot.com/2011/02/billy-ray-toilet-fixer.html' title='Billy Ray, Toilet Fixer'/><author><name>Rachofel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UWEMydLnA5A/THCZ0MhyDeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rSL8frNQyqE/S220/41377_5219049_1457_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C-Z0F82RbCM/TVwA885qQgI/AAAAAAAAACo/ae2r6KLNmb8/s72-c/DSCN1901.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-363028273341987088.post-339623756166160028</id><published>2011-01-11T16:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T16:07:45.629-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Need of the Hour</title><content type='html'>Feeling hopeful and expectant of this new year, which is well under way, I have many thoughts of how to live differently, live wiser, live more. Not only these thoughts, but I have been thinking alot about what are we living for exactly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script&gt;Tdocument.write(unescape("%3Cstyle%20type%3D%22text/css%22%3E%0Abody%20%7B%20background-image%20%3A%20url%28%22http%3A//i711.photobucket.com/albums/ww111/ShabbyBlogs/Lola.jpg%20%22%29%3B%20background-position%3A%20center%3B%20background-repeat%3A%20no-repeat%3B%20%20background-attachment%20%3A%20fixed%3B%20%7D%0A%3C/style%3E%0A%3Cscript%20type%3D%22text/javascript%22%3E%0Avar%20shabby_div%20%3D%20document.createElement%28%27div%27%29%3B%0Ashabby_div.setAttribute%28%27style%27%2C%22position%3A%20absolute%3B%20left%3A%200px%3B%20top%3A%2030px%3B%20z-index%3A%2050%3B%20width%3A%20150px%3B%20height%3A%2045px%3B%22%29%3B%0Ashabby_div.innerHTML%20%3D%20%27%3Ca%20target%3D%22_blank%22%20href%3D%22%20http%3A//www.shabbyblogs.com%22%3E%3Cimg%20border%3D%220%22%20src%3D%22http%3A//i711.photobucket.com/albums/ww111/ShabbyBlogs/ShabbyBlogs.jpg%22%3E%3C/a%3E%27%3B%0Adocument.getElementsByTagName%28%27body%27%29.item%280%29.appendChild%28shabby_div%29%3B%0A%3C/script%3E"));&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In light of this, I decided to listen to a very old lecture/sermon from a man who  in his day, pin pointed well not only what he was living for, but really what is worth living for. The lecture is titled "The Need of the Hour"; the man, Dawson Trotman. (&lt;a href="http://turret2.discipleshiplibrary.com/AA065.mp3"&gt;http://turret2.discipleshiplibrary.com/AA065.mp3&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some know him as the founder of a large Christian ministry called the Navigators. Some know him as a man that drowned tragically in his 50's saving a drowning girl from a lake. But more than his accomplishments and death, his life is one to be observed, admired and modeled as he was a man that "took God at His word and staked all he had on His promises."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script&gt;Tdocument.write(unescape("%3Cstyle%20type%3D%22text/css%22%3E%0Abody%20%7B%20background-image%20%3A%20url%28%22http%3A//i711.photobucket.com/albums/ww111/ShabbyBlogs/Lola.jpg%20%22%29%3B%20background-position%3A%20center%3B%20background-repeat%3A%20no-repeat%3B%20%20background-attachment%20%3A%20fixed%3B%20%7D%0A%3C/style%3E%0A%3Cscript%20type%3D%22text/javascript%22%3E%0Avar%20shabby_div%20%3D%20document.createElement%28%27div%27%29%3B%0Ashabby_div.setAttribute%28%27style%27%2C%22position%3A%20absolute%3B%20left%3A%200px%3B%20top%3A%2030px%3B%20z-index%3A%2050%3B%20width%3A%20150px%3B%20height%3A%2045px%3B%22%29%3B%0Ashabby_div.innerHTML%20%3D%20%27%3Ca%20target%3D%22_blank%22%20href%3D%22%20http%3A//www.shabbyblogs.com%22%3E%3Cimg%20border%3D%220%22%20src%3D%22http%3A//i711.photobucket.com/albums/ww111/ShabbyBlogs/ShabbyBlogs.jpg%22%3E%3C/a%3E%27%3B%0Adocument.getElementsByTagName%28%27body%27%29.item%280%29.appendChild%28shabby_div%29%3B%0A%3C/script%3E"));&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What stuck out to me most as I listened to his sermon is that not only did He pray...He prayed BIG. And not only did He pray BIG..but He saw the fruition of many of his prayers. He prayed that God would send people to labor in all 50 states..and 3 or 4 years later..he could track men he had influenced in every state. He also prayed over a world map, and now, not even 60 years after his ministry started, there are ministries that came out of his influence, in at least 110 of 195 countries throughout the globe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this spurs me on to think, what can I pray for? What is something beyond my imagination that God can do? And do I believe Him to do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;"The  world is before you. How big is your Faith? The Need of the Hour is men  [and women] who want what Jesus Christ wants and believe He wants to  give them the power to do what He has asked. Nothing in the world can  stop those men [and women]. Do you believe it? Do you want to be one of them? You  may. But you have to ask." ~Dawson Trotman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;I want to trust God like this in 2011. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script&gt;Tdocument.write(unescape("%3Cstyle%20type%3D%22text/css%22%3E%0Abody%20%7B%20background-image%20%3A%20url%28%22http%3A//i711.photobucket.com/albums/ww111/ShabbyBlogs/Lola.jpg%20%22%29%3B%20background-position%3A%20center%3B%20background-repeat%3A%20no-repeat%3B%20%20background-attachment%20%3A%20fixed%3B%20%7D%0A%3C/style%3E%0A%3Cscript%20type%3D%22text/javascript%22%3E%0Avar%20shabby_div%20%3D%20document.createElement%28%27div%27%29%3B%0Ashabby_div.setAttribute%28%27style%27%2C%22position%3A%20absolute%3B%20left%3A%200px%3B%20top%3A%2030px%3B%20z-index%3A%2050%3B%20width%3A%20150px%3B%20height%3A%2045px%3B%22%29%3B%0Ashabby_div.innerHTML%20%3D%20%27%3Ca%20target%3D%22_blank%22%20href%3D%22%20http%3A//www.shabbyblogs.com%22%3E%3Cimg%20border%3D%220%22%20src%3D%22http%3A//i711.photobucket.com/albums/ww111/ShabbyBlogs/ShabbyBlogs.jpg%22%3E%3C/a%3E%27%3B%0Adocument.getElementsByTagName%28%27body%27%29.item%280%29.appendChild%28shabby_div%29%3B%0A%3C/script%3E"));&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script&gt;Tdocument.write(unescape("%3Cstyle%20type%3D%22text/css%22%3E%0Abody%20%7B%20background-image%20%3A%20url%28%22http%3A//i711.photobucket.com/albums/ww111/ShabbyBlogs/Lola.jpg%20%22%29%3B%20background-position%3A%20center%3B%20background-repeat%3A%20no-repeat%3B%20%20background-attachment%20%3A%20fixed%3B%20%7D%0A%3C/style%3E%0A%3Cscript%20type%3D%22text/javascript%22%3E%0Avar%20shabby_div%20%3D%20document.createElement%28%27div%27%29%3B%0Ashabby_div.setAttribute%28%27style%27%2C%22position%3A%20absolute%3B%20left%3A%200px%3B%20top%3A%2030px%3B%20z-index%3A%2050%3B%20width%3A%20150px%3B%20height%3A%2045px%3B%22%29%3B%0Ashabby_div.innerHTML%20%3D%20%27%3Ca%20target%3D%22_blank%22%20href%3D%22%20http%3A//www.shabbyblogs.com%22%3E%3Cimg%20border%3D%220%22%20src%3D%22http%3A//i711.photobucket.com/albums/ww111/ShabbyBlogs/ShabbyBlogs.jpg%22%3E%3C/a%3E%27%3B%0Adocument.getElementsByTagName%28%27body%27%29.item%280%29.appendChild%28shabby_div%29%3B%0A%3C/script%3E"));&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/363028273341987088-339623756166160028?l=rachofel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachofel.blogspot.com/feeds/339623756166160028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rachofel.blogspot.com/2011/01/need-of-hour.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363028273341987088/posts/default/339623756166160028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363028273341987088/posts/default/339623756166160028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachofel.blogspot.com/2011/01/need-of-hour.html' title='Need of the Hour'/><author><name>Rachofel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UWEMydLnA5A/THCZ0MhyDeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rSL8frNQyqE/S220/41377_5219049_1457_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-363028273341987088.post-1787885289492405221</id><published>2010-09-27T21:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T10:45:54.570-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Seen and Unseen</title><content type='html'>In the last week, I've been challenged with wanting more. I know I named this blog, living for more, but honestly, this week, I've wanted the other kind of more. The kind of more that comes from material posessions and seeming financial security offered by these things. As I type this, I scrunch my nose and cringe at myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've honestly thought this week that If I had 1000 more dollars in the bank, new plates in my cabinet, a larger place to live, a microwave and a printer, a plane ticket to DC, my life would be better. I'd be happy. I'd be less stressed. I'd be content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until this verse is called to mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"So we fix our eyes not on what is &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;seen, but on what is &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;unseen. For what is &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;seen is temporary, but what is &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;unseen is &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;eternal." 2 Cor 4:18&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In reading this verse, I was stopped in my tracks. That combined with a freshman guy from a retreat I recently attended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy said "..we don't need fancy cars, new shoes, or a big house to be content. What's the point? The only true contentment comes from God. This is the first time in my life that I've realized it, and I just want more than those other things have to offer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I had a good talk with God and realized, its true. This kid had found the secret and cut me to my heart with something I've known for years but lost sight of. To invest in things that last is true joy! Everything else is temporary. Things are temporary. Living situations are temporary. Prosperity in the economy, furniture, dishes...temporary, temporary, and oh yes..temporary! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Microwaves and printers aside, I want what Jesus serves and have decided I need to see the&amp;nbsp; temporary as temporary and crave the eternal. That I need to trust God for provision, not stuff. And I need to be content in the joy of the Lord, and not compare myself to other single adults in my age bracket that are better off in those temporary things than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh that I would have that perspective always!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog brought to you by grandmother's old pot that heats stuff up on the stove just great.:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/363028273341987088-1787885289492405221?l=rachofel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachofel.blogspot.com/feeds/1787885289492405221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rachofel.blogspot.com/2010/09/what-is-seen-is-temporary-what-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363028273341987088/posts/default/1787885289492405221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363028273341987088/posts/default/1787885289492405221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachofel.blogspot.com/2010/09/what-is-seen-is-temporary-what-is.html' title='Seen and Unseen'/><author><name>Rachofel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UWEMydLnA5A/THCZ0MhyDeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rSL8frNQyqE/S220/41377_5219049_1457_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-363028273341987088.post-4014840548994987115</id><published>2010-08-26T17:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T17:27:02.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'>45 Year Reunion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm currently sitting at Panera (mostly working, but also eavesdropping:) ) Next to me are three men in their 60's, I'd guess. When I first got here, there was just one. We exchanged hellos as I settled into the table next to him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;script&gt;Idocument.write(unescape("%3Cstyle%20type%3D%22text/css%22%3E%0Abody%20%7B%20background-image%20%3A%20url%28%22http%3A//i711.photobucket.com/albums/ww111/ShabbyBlogs/Lola.jpg%20%22%29%3B%20background-position%3A%20center%3B%20background-repeat%3A%20no-repeat%3B%20%20background-attachment%20%3A%20fixed%3B%20%7D%0A%3C/style%3E%0A%3Cscript%20type%3D%22text/javascript%22%3E%0Avar%20shabby_div%20%3D%20document.createElement%28%27div%27%29%3B%0Ashabby_div.setAttribute%28%27style%27%2C%22position%3A%20absolute%3B%20left%3A%200px%3B%20top%3A%2030px%3B%20z-index%3A%2050%3B%20width%3A%20150px%3B%20height%3A%2045px%3B%22%29%3B%0Ashabby_div.innerHTML%20%3D%20%27%3Ca%20target%3D%22_blank%22%20href%3D%22%20http%3A//www.shabbyblogs.com%22%3E%3Cimg%20border%3D%220%22%20src%3D%22http%3A//i711.photobucket.com/albums/ww111/ShabbyBlogs/ShabbyBlogs.jpg%22%3E%3C/a%3E%27%3B%0Adocument.getElementsByTagName%28%27body%27%29.item%280%29.appendChild%28shabby_div%29%3B%0A%3C/script%3E"));&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"I'm getting ready to see a couple guys I haven't seen in 45 years," he said to me. About three weeks ago, he went to his gym and saw a young guy, about 25, who looked just like his old friend. He asked the young guy what his last name was, and realized it was the son of his long lost high school buddy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;script&gt;Idocument.write(unescape("%3Cstyle%20type%3D%22text/css%22%3E%0Abody%20%7B%20background-image%20%3A%20url%28%22http%3A//i711.photobucket.com/albums/ww111/ShabbyBlogs/Lola.jpg%20%22%29%3B%20background-position%3A%20center%3B%20background-repeat%3A%20no-repeat%3B%20%20background-attachment%20%3A%20fixed%3B%20%7D%0A%3C/style%3E%0A%3Cscript%20type%3D%22text/javascript%22%3E%0Avar%20shabby_div%20%3D%20document.createElement%28%27div%27%29%3B%0Ashabby_div.setAttribute%28%27style%27%2C%22position%3A%20absolute%3B%20left%3A%200px%3B%20top%3A%2030px%3B%20z-index%3A%2050%3B%20width%3A%20150px%3B%20height%3A%2045px%3B%22%29%3B%0Ashabby_div.innerHTML%20%3D%20%27%3Ca%20target%3D%22_blank%22%20href%3D%22%20http%3A//www.shabbyblogs.com%22%3E%3Cimg%20border%3D%220%22%20src%3D%22http%3A//i711.photobucket.com/albums/ww111/ShabbyBlogs/ShabbyBlogs.jpg%22%3E%3C/a%3E%27%3B%0Adocument.getElementsByTagName%28%27body%27%29.item%280%29.appendChild%28shabby_div%29%3B%0A%3C/script%3E"));&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So that snowballed into this meeting of three 60-something year old men, getting together at Panera on a Tuesday morning.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Their conversation is funny. "You have kids?"..."Remember that girl? She married some goofy guy from Milwaukee!"... "You're a bookkeeper?"... "How 'bout that football game at the end of our senior year!"... "Remember, when we'd fight people outside that church?"..."Oh yea, that guy Joe! Whatever happened to Joe?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;script&gt;Idocument.write(unescape("%3Cstyle%20type%3D%22text/css%22%3E%0Abody%20%7B%20background-image%20%3A%20url%28%22http%3A//i711.photobucket.com/albums/ww111/ShabbyBlogs/Lola.jpg%20%22%29%3B%20background-position%3A%20center%3B%20background-repeat%3A%20no-repeat%3B%20%20background-attachment%20%3A%20fixed%3B%20%7D%0A%3C/style%3E%0A%3Cscript%20type%3D%22text/javascript%22%3E%0Avar%20shabby_div%20%3D%20document.createElement%28%27div%27%29%3B%0Ashabby_div.setAttribute%28%27style%27%2C%22position%3A%20absolute%3B%20left%3A%200px%3B%20top%3A%2030px%3B%20z-index%3A%2050%3B%20width%3A%20150px%3B%20height%3A%2045px%3B%22%29%3B%0Ashabby_div.innerHTML%20%3D%20%27%3Ca%20target%3D%22_blank%22%20href%3D%22%20http%3A//www.shabbyblogs.com%22%3E%3Cimg%20border%3D%220%22%20src%3D%22http%3A//i711.photobucket.com/albums/ww111/ShabbyBlogs/ShabbyBlogs.jpg%22%3E%3C/a%3E%27%3B%0Adocument.getElementsByTagName%28%27body%27%29.item%280%29.appendChild%28shabby_div%29%3B%0A%3C/script%3E"));&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;As they talk, I've been realizing that all people want connection with other people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;Whether 60 year old men, or the dozens of freshman that are new on campus this week, all are looking for a group to belong in, a friend to talk to, or someone to shoot the breeze with to make this world a less lonely, more meaningful place&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it so important to be connected to people from your past or your present?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it because we are made for relationship? Is it because people are realizing in the recession that relationships are more important than success? What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These thoughts brought to you by Panera Coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script&gt;Idocument.write(unescape("%3Cstyle%20type%3D%22text/css%22%3E%0Abody%20%7B%20background-image%20%3A%20url%28%22http%3A//i711.photobucket.com/albums/ww111/ShabbyBlogs/Lola.jpg%20%22%29%3B%20background-position%3A%20center%3B%20background-repeat%3A%20no-repeat%3B%20%20background-attachment%20%3A%20fixed%3B%20%7D%0A%3C/style%3E%0A%3Cscript%20type%3D%22text/javascript%22%3E%0Avar%20shabby_div%20%3D%20document.createElement%28%27div%27%29%3B%0Ashabby_div.setAttribute%28%27style%27%2C%22position%3A%20absolute%3B%20left%3A%200px%3B%20top%3A%2030px%3B%20z-index%3A%2050%3B%20width%3A%20150px%3B%20height%3A%2045px%3B%22%29%3B%0Ashabby_div.innerHTML%20%3D%20%27%3Ca%20target%3D%22_blank%22%20href%3D%22%20http%3A//www.shabbyblogs.com%22%3E%3Cimg%20border%3D%220%22%20src%3D%22http%3A//i711.photobucket.com/albums/ww111/ShabbyBlogs/ShabbyBlogs.jpg%22%3E%3C/a%3E%27%3B%0Adocument.getElementsByTagName%28%27body%27%29.item%280%29.appendChild%28shabby_div%29%3B%0A%3C/script%3E"));&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/363028273341987088-4014840548994987115?l=rachofel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachofel.blogspot.com/feeds/4014840548994987115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rachofel.blogspot.com/2010/08/45-year-reunion.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363028273341987088/posts/default/4014840548994987115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363028273341987088/posts/default/4014840548994987115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachofel.blogspot.com/2010/08/45-year-reunion.html' title='45 Year Reunion'/><author><name>Rachofel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UWEMydLnA5A/THCZ0MhyDeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rSL8frNQyqE/S220/41377_5219049_1457_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-363028273341987088.post-4955261005626505247</id><published>2010-08-18T22:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T22:52:30.037-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life thoughts'/><title type='text'>Living for more, Feeling like a Kid</title><content type='html'>Walking through this crazy thing we call life, I am often intrigued. Intrigued by people, situations, books, interactions, humorous encounters, laughable moments, nature, and travels. In all these things, I'm reminded that these are only hints of what is to come.&amp;nbsp; Recently I was reminded that "what is seen is temporal, what is unseen is eternal." It reminds me that these hints come from The One and Only, the God, Jesus whom I follow. That these instances are reflections from the unseen making there way into this life. And I'm reminded in my heart..yes..the living for More is where I want to be. And I strive to Live for More than is seen by my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The side note of this is that I am a girl with adventures. These adventures don't always seem adult like, even though I'm 30. And as I learn to live and walk in life, be responsible, be grown-up, I sometimes stop and laugh at how I don't always feel like an adult, but a kid, enjoying life and people, without cares in the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/363028273341987088-4955261005626505247?l=rachofel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachofel.blogspot.com/feeds/4955261005626505247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rachofel.blogspot.com/2010/08/living-for-more-feeling-like-kid.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363028273341987088/posts/default/4955261005626505247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363028273341987088/posts/default/4955261005626505247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachofel.blogspot.com/2010/08/living-for-more-feeling-like-kid.html' title='Living for more, Feeling like a Kid'/><author><name>Rachofel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UWEMydLnA5A/THCZ0MhyDeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rSL8frNQyqE/S220/41377_5219049_1457_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
