<?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-7775553149122847883</id><updated>2011-12-10T14:07:01.044-05:00</updated><category term='The Cross'/><category term='Ohio Friends'/><category term='Twitter'/><category term='Philippines'/><category term='Facts'/><category term='Bananas'/><category term='Team Building'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Vision'/><category term='Friendship'/><category term='Prophecy'/><category term='Davis&apos;'/><category term='Starting'/><category term='Thanksgiving'/><category term='Perseverance'/><category term='Beth Moore'/><category term='Hairstyles'/><category term='Airports'/><category term='God Works'/><category term='LOL (Locks of Love)'/><category term='Women&apos;s Conference'/><category term='Pastor Jun'/><category term='Benin Orphanage'/><category term='Birthday parties'/><category term='Regent'/><category term='Oddly-Interesting Events'/><category term='NaNoWriMo'/><category term='Sisters'/><category term='Dream'/><category term='Lima'/><category term='Camera'/><category term='bowling'/><category term='Conference'/><category term='presents'/><category term='Canada'/><category term='Friends of Four'/><category term='Writing'/><category term='Alissa'/><category term='Africa'/><category term='Spring'/><category term='Book'/><category term='update'/><category term='Testimony'/><category term='Davismission'/><category term='Movie Quotes'/><category term='Holidays'/><category term='revenge'/><category term='packages'/><category term='Missions'/><category term='Youth Conference'/><category term='Ackley&apos;s'/><category term='Schedule'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='Elwell&apos;s'/><category term='Wedding'/><category term='OBX'/><category term='Lesbian'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='Jewelry by Debby'/><category term='Newsletter'/><category term='title'/><category term='Flying'/><category term='April Fools'/><category term='Praise'/><category term='Crying Out'/><category term='Errands'/><category term='Fun'/><category term='blog'/><category term='Preaching'/><category term='African Friends'/><category term='Prayer'/><category term='creative'/><category term='Becky'/><category term='Church'/><category term='Children'/><category term='Healing'/><category term='Dorcas'/><category term='Decorate'/><category term='Journal'/><category term='Marie-Louise'/><category term='busy'/><category term='EBI'/><category term='Virginia Friends'/><category term='Anniversary'/><category term='Sooki'/><category term='surprise'/><category term='Sisterhood'/><category term='Revival'/><category term='Sunburn'/><category term='Team of Three'/><category term='Wedding Shower'/><title type='text'>Living Sacrifice is Worship</title><subtitle type='html'>"Therefore I urge you, brethren, by the mercies of God, to present your bodies a &lt;b&gt;living&lt;/b&gt; and holy &lt;b&gt;sacrifice&lt;/b&gt;, acceptable to God, which &lt;b&gt;is&lt;/b&gt; your spiritual service of &lt;b&gt;worship&lt;/b&gt;."             -Romans 12:1 (NASB)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Hannah Joy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/Sot_7LhIPiI/AAAAAAAAAOY/eZ3ZFOnauDY/S220/P7260008.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>79</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775553149122847883.post-658925237082345737</id><published>2011-03-17T21:05:00.024-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T22:22:33.323-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Schedule'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Errands'/><title type='text'>A Day of Errands</title><content type='html'>Well I had a productive day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, between the txt-ing and the phone calls, my video editing got delayed rather late and for a bit I was&amp;nbsp;beginning&amp;nbsp;to wonder if I was going to get everything done! I even managed to eat dinner in the middle of my editing; thats how late one video was running! And I did most of my laundry in the middle of all that too! In the end, thought, I did managed to get&amp;nbsp;everything&amp;nbsp;done I wanted to! But when I finally crawled into bed after packing the last of my one suitcase, I looked at the clock and groaned: 3am! An hour past my bed time! So much for making it all fit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I got up (running a bit late, although early in the morning, after only a few hours of sleep--which is not me!) but managed to get everything figured out and done before Mom showed up for our date. We hit Green Acres and had French Toast under long conversations! In fact, we were there chatting for so long that when the place started to fill up, I glanced at the clock and&amp;nbsp;realized&amp;nbsp;it was Noon and we should probably clear out so they can have our spot! Then we ran to Big Lots to see if there was anything there I needed to grab (but for a better deal) before we ran to Walmart; I found a small thing of Rice Milk that would do for the next couple days, but a better price, for instance. Then at Walmart, I ended up txt-ing back and forth with Deb-in-Africa quit a bit before we finally figured out and grabbed that thing she wanted me to grab for a friend over there (which I'll fit in one of the suitcases later). Then we hit the drive-through for a quick lunch snack at Taco Bell, which I ate while Mom made some phone calls from the house phone. Then she drove me to the Library quick and dropped me off, so I could run a couple more errands...and we parted. So sad! But it was such a great day! (it was about 3pm then and she had to head back up to Buffalo to meet some people for dinner)...I managed to get my errands done, make a couple phone calls too, and then I found myself falling asleep back at my laptop, so a quick late-afternoon nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime tonight or tomorrow night I need to finish up the near-last (separate&amp;nbsp;from my very last)of my packing. Otherwise, I think I had a rather productive couple of days...Oh, I have a date with a fantastic friend tomorrow morning, so it'll probably be another few-hour-night of sleep, but I don't have much left to do before leaving so between the evenings and Saturday, anything left should be easy to finish up...with time to twiddle my thumbs inbetween&amp;nbsp;as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but what I have really been dying to sit down and say all day is this: IT'S BEAUTIFUL OUT! I'm so happy! To wake up this morning and hear something that sounded like a faint version of our doorbell and then to realize it was the birds outside, was just too awesome! It might be a bit muddy, but who cares about that? SPRING IS HERE! Mom and I both ended up taking off our jackets and leaving them in the car after our brunch-date while we did&amp;nbsp;our running around, and then I left it at home when I did my Library and bank errands later! I love birds. Sunshine. Warm weather! Who could complain about a day like this? (aside from Deb, who likes things freezing?!)&amp;nbsp;IT'S BEAUTIFUL OUT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775553149122847883-658925237082345737?l=livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/feeds/658925237082345737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7775553149122847883&amp;postID=658925237082345737&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/658925237082345737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/658925237082345737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-of-errands.html' title='A Day of Errands'/><author><name>Hannah Joy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/Sot_7LhIPiI/AAAAAAAAAOY/eZ3ZFOnauDY/S220/P7260008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775553149122847883.post-4761950885688620554</id><published>2011-03-15T17:00:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T20:30:40.955-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Davismission'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missions'/><title type='text'>My next trip</title><content type='html'>For those who do not know by now, I'm heading on another missions trip. This time to Africa. I leave this Sunday, March 20th, and arrive the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been over a year since I've left North America, so I'm very excited! A little sad that it means my chance of getting a car are pretty much gone, now, though since I've used the little bit of money I had tried to save up for the car for this trip. I still owe a bit for the trip, too, however, so any prayer and financial support would be greatly appreciated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a trip of many firsts, too. First time in Burkina Faso. First time in the Brussels airport. First time to fly internationally by myself. First time in the Burkina Faso airport, too, of course. Although, technically, almost every trip I go on has "firsts", I guess what makes this one special is that I know the "firsts" before they come! LOL! That and I love adding more countries to my passport, so I get to mark off one more country on my list. As well as a new airport experience to my memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally I was going to to try and fly with Deb last Sunday, and fly into Accra (where we usually fly into West Africa). However, I could not get on her flight. Then it looked like I could not get the two required visa's back in enough time to leave even close to the beginning of this week (I needed Ghana and Burkina Faso). Then the idea came to us. They're over there, making their way up to Burkina Faso this week, traveling with a few meetings; what if I missed the traveling part? If flew in to meet them in Burkina Faso, instead, I would miss the long road trip and acquire another week to get my visa's. Since that seemed the only option, really, I booked my flight for next Sunday heading to Burkina Faso and then sent my passport off to the DC embassy for my first visa. Thankfully, I got my first visa (Burkina Faso) back on a Saturday and could have sent it off for the next one. But then it&amp;nbsp;occurred&amp;nbsp;to us of one more thing (and one less worry for me: will my passport get back in time to fly out next Sunday?) when I googled embassy's and found that there is an embassy over in Burkina Faso! And since we'll be there about a week, it'll be plenty of time to take it by hand and pick it up by hand a couple days later, all before heading to the next country! So I'm all ready to go now, just waiting till Sunday comes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does that mean I'm packed? Ha! Are you joking? I've got the suitcases, the carry-on, and my little backpack sitting in the middle of my floor. A pile of possibilities in the clothing department on my African hope-chest. A pile of bags with random objects of things I have to take for Deb &amp;amp; Fred (a couple Deb couldn't fit in her suitcases) sitting around the suitcases on the floor...but packed? NO! Just thinking. Mostly I've been doing work on my laptop, making sure everything I like or can't live without it backed up on my external hard-drive I'll leave at home. And everything I might need while I'm gone (like at some point I've got to work on PSE and make our usually mailing and other items for our Women's Conference coming up in May) is on my laptop, with room to create or do whatever on my laptop (since the&amp;nbsp;hard-drive&amp;nbsp;is apparently too small for everything!)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My schedule...for this week:&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, tomorrow, I'll finish editing the last video of the Twelve Tribes. Pack. And fit church meeting in there somewhere...Thursday my Mom comes to hang out for a date, as she'll be in Buffalo for a few days, so that day is mostly taken up with that and seeing if I can employ her as a chauffeur to make a quick run to&amp;nbsp;Walmart&amp;nbsp;as well...Friday will be laundry and finish packing, as much as possible (there's always a few&amp;nbsp;essentials&amp;nbsp;that a person doesn't pack until just before they head out the door--like a toothbrush--unless they happen to own doubles of the items)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL! I know, y'all are probably wondering what my AFRICA schedule is, not this week...well, I'll be...so picky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhooos...give me a couple minutes to find what little bit of the Africa schedule I know...I wrote it down somewhere...la, la, la...Ok, can't find it. What's more, I haven't got Fred's Google Calendar yet, so I can't see the schedule again to remind me. So sorry, for building up all our hopes. Hopefully I'll get access to the Calendar later and have time to post the schedule then. Although, if I remember right, there should be a schedule for Fred's whole three-month trip on &lt;a href="http://davismission.org/"&gt;Davismission&lt;/a&gt;, which includes when I'll be there. For those who are wondering, I'll be flying to come home from Accra, Ghana, April 13th (on a different flight then Deb, again, though our planes will know of each other since it's all about the same time and places) and arrive a couple hours earlier then Deb in the Buffalo Airport that Thursday, April 14th, morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also hope that my access to the&amp;nbsp;Internet&amp;nbsp;won't be to shaky during the whole trip so I might post&amp;nbsp;occasional&amp;nbsp;updates, but sometimes even just connecting long enough to send an e-mail gets interesting. So we'll just have to see what happens!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep me in your prayers throughout, and may God bless y'all abundantly!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;&amp;gt;&amp;lt; Hannah Joy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775553149122847883-4761950885688620554?l=livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/feeds/4761950885688620554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7775553149122847883&amp;postID=4761950885688620554&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/4761950885688620554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/4761950885688620554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-next-trip.html' title='My next trip'/><author><name>Hannah Joy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/Sot_7LhIPiI/AAAAAAAAAOY/eZ3ZFOnauDY/S220/P7260008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775553149122847883.post-2930373860458486155</id><published>2011-03-14T17:00:00.040-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T21:41:49.446-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Airports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Quotes'/><title type='text'>Madagascar 2: flying quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;As they’re boarding:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;[&lt;i&gt;Mort wants to go on the plane&lt;/i&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Julien&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;:&lt;/b&gt; Stop him! He's carrying scissors and hand cream!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;[&lt;i&gt;several lemurs pile on Mort, in response&lt;/i&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Before take off, during normal safety&amp;nbsp;demonstration &amp;amp;&amp;nbsp;instructions:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Private &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;[as he demonstrates]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;:&lt;/b&gt; In case we go down, place the&amp;nbsp;life-jacket&amp;nbsp;over your head, pull the string, and kiss your kids good-bye...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;In case of a loss of oxygen, please place your masks over your faces to hide your terrified expressions from the other passengers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lemur King (in first class) says to another passenger, who intrudes from the back looking for drinks:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Julien&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;:&lt;/b&gt; This is first class. Nothing personal. It's just that we're better than you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Right after passenger goes back behind the dividing curtai&lt;/b&gt;n:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Julien&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;:&lt;/b&gt; Whatever happened to the separation of the classes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Maurice:&lt;/b&gt; I'm sure this whole democracy thing is just a fad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;Later, in the cockpit of the plane:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;[&lt;i&gt;Bulb on the fuel gauge is flashing&lt;/i&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kowalski&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;:&lt;/b&gt; Skipper, look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Skipper:&lt;/b&gt; Analysis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kowalski:&lt;/b&gt; It looks like a small incandescent bulb, designed to indicate something out of the ordinary, like a malfunction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Skipper:&lt;/b&gt; I find it pretty and somewhat hypnotic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kowalski:&lt;/b&gt; That too, sir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Skipper: Right. Rico, manual!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;[&lt;i&gt;Catches the manual and smashes the bulb with it&lt;/i&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Skipper:&lt;/b&gt; Problemo solved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kowalski:&lt;/b&gt; Sir, we may be out of fuel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Skipper:&lt;/b&gt; What makes you think that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kowalski:&lt;/b&gt; We've lost engine one, and engine two is no longer on fire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Skipper:&lt;/b&gt; Buckle up, boys. Don't look, doll, this might get hairy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;[&lt;i&gt;on the microphone&lt;/i&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Skipper:&lt;/b&gt; This is your captain speaking. I have good news and bad news. The good news is that we will be landing immediately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;[&lt;i&gt;everyone claps&lt;/i&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Skipper:&lt;/b&gt; The bad news is, we're crash landing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;[&lt;i&gt;Plane goes on a dive&lt;/i&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Skipper:&lt;/b&gt; When it comes to air travel, we know that you have no choice whatsoever, but thanks again for choosing Air Penguin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;After crash landing, in the cockpit of the plane:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kowalski&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;:&lt;/b&gt; Only two passengers unaccounted for, Skipper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Skipper:&lt;/b&gt; That's a number I can live with! Good landing, boys! Who says a penguin can't fly?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775553149122847883-2930373860458486155?l=livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/feeds/2930373860458486155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7775553149122847883&amp;postID=2930373860458486155&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/2930373860458486155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/2930373860458486155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/2011/03/madagascar-2-flying-quotes.html' title='Madagascar 2: flying quotes'/><author><name>Hannah Joy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/Sot_7LhIPiI/AAAAAAAAAOY/eZ3ZFOnauDY/S220/P7260008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775553149122847883.post-5388769553794467119</id><published>2010-12-01T14:21:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T14:43:55.041-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philippines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NaNoWriMo'/><title type='text'>NaNoWriMo/November</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;For those who are wondering...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;NaNoWriMo--FINISHED. I managed to write 50,000 words in 30 days! The last time I managed to write 50,000 words in the month of November was in 2006, and actually I did those 50,000 words between finding out about NaNoWriMo a few days into it and leaving for the Philippines a few days later. So to remember about NaNoWriMo and then succeed this year was rather exciting! Plus I managed to finish a couple days early, even with starting a few days late due to&amp;nbsp;interruptions&amp;nbsp;before the team left for the Philippines.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cdn.nanowrimo.org/sites/all/themes/nanowrimo/wordcount/nano_10_winner_240x120-7.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="NaNo 2010 Winner - 240x120-7" border="0" src="http://cdn.nanowrimo.org/sites/all/themes/nanowrimo/wordcount/nano_10_winner_240x120-7.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On that note, I also wanted to let y'all know that the team made it back form the Philippines safe and sound. They had great time and if you're on Facebook, I'm sure they'll post pictures!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christ's blessings to y'all,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;lt;&amp;gt;&amp;lt; HJ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775553149122847883-5388769553794467119?l=livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/feeds/5388769553794467119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7775553149122847883&amp;postID=5388769553794467119&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/5388769553794467119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/5388769553794467119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/2010/12/nanowrimonovember.html' title='NaNoWriMo/November'/><author><name>Hannah Joy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/Sot_7LhIPiI/AAAAAAAAAOY/eZ3ZFOnauDY/S220/P7260008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775553149122847883.post-7160610727109306705</id><published>2010-10-30T20:31:00.015-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T00:45:52.600-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><title type='text'>Just a quick update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nanowrimo.org/eng/whatisnano"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.nanowrimo.org/files/main/images/nanowrimo_participant_06_100x100.png" style="cursor: move;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I plan to try and find time to post pictures and update my blog with stuff from the last couple weeks, but right now I just wanted to let y'all know that on Monday, &lt;a href="http://www.nanowrimo.org/eng/whatisnano"&gt;NaNoWriMo&lt;/a&gt; starts and so my time is going to be devoted to writing elsewhere from then until the end-ish of November. So I'm not sure when I'll get around to updating this blog, but it'll probably be after November; then I'll re-date my posts and update it as thought I've never been gone...Thus far we've had a couple birthday parties, are going to have one for M-L soon, and I just got back from a friend's wedding. So, at some point in time--after November--I'll get on and get all that on here. Until then, know that I haven't&amp;nbsp;disappeared, I'm just spending all my free time writing 50,000 words in 30 days! Oi! This year I'm even competing against someone I know: my Aunt Judy! Aught to be fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nanowrimo.org/widget/LiveParticipant/167652.png"&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://www.nanowrimo.org/widget/LiveParticipant/167652.png" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775553149122847883-7160610727109306705?l=livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/feeds/7160610727109306705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7775553149122847883&amp;postID=7160610727109306705&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/7160610727109306705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/7160610727109306705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/2010/10/just-quick-update.html' title='Just a quick update'/><author><name>Hannah Joy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/Sot_7LhIPiI/AAAAAAAAAOY/eZ3ZFOnauDY/S220/P7260008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775553149122847883.post-4972033184341709778</id><published>2010-10-10T20:19:00.029-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T21:58:01.059-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Women&apos;s Conference'/><title type='text'>Salamanca Women's Conference</title><content type='html'>Well, our conference, though adjusted to be a simpler one-day event, turned out be bigger then we planned! In fact someone said they thought we had somewhere around 50+ people, which I believe is about the second largest crowd we've ever had for our women's conference! The meetings went off without a hitch--that I'm aware of--and we all had a great time. Just thought y'all would want to know! Also, for anyone interested, we're having our full three-day event in May (date to-be-determined) along the same theme: Healing Garden. Feel free to join us, or follow us on Facebook events...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Christ's blessings to y'all,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&amp;lt;&amp;gt;&amp;lt; HJ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;PS. for more pictures, look on &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=261427&amp;amp;id=647109523&amp;amp;l=c4fca945e3"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt;, as well!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/TL46INIaNKI/AAAAAAAAAXs/8wQ_qkRxGqQ/s1600/PA090400.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/TL46INIaNKI/AAAAAAAAAXs/8wQ_qkRxGqQ/s320/PA090400.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tree-decoration&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/TL45V8nQ7KI/AAAAAAAAAXo/jvvWybGb5Hs/s1600/PA090404.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/TL45V8nQ7KI/AAAAAAAAAXo/jvvWybGb5Hs/s320/PA090404.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;worship &amp;amp; service&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/TL45CNOig-I/AAAAAAAAAXk/JPJ-fVMUQvg/s1600/PA090409.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/TL45CNOig-I/AAAAAAAAAXk/JPJ-fVMUQvg/s320/PA090409.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775553149122847883-4972033184341709778?l=livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/feeds/4972033184341709778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7775553149122847883&amp;postID=4972033184341709778&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/4972033184341709778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/4972033184341709778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/2010/10/salamanca-womens-conference.html' title='Salamanca Women&apos;s Conference'/><author><name>Hannah Joy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/Sot_7LhIPiI/AAAAAAAAAOY/eZ3ZFOnauDY/S220/P7260008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/TL46INIaNKI/AAAAAAAAAXs/8wQ_qkRxGqQ/s72-c/PA090400.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775553149122847883.post-4947653263304277792</id><published>2010-10-02T13:54:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T21:13:00.344-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Update</title><content type='html'>Nothing to eventful has been going on since my last post. Mostly I've been busy or tired. But not a lot I can share. I did wrap and finally find a big enough box to send my sister's birthday presents to her, so hopefully she'll get them sometime Monday (since that is her day; Happy Birthday, Kiddo!) I'll try and remember to add the pictures of that sometime, and reveal the answers to &lt;a href="http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/2010/09/so-when-we-were-younger-and-all-lived.html"&gt;her game&lt;/a&gt; to y'all once she figures it out; however, we do have our Women's Conference coming up this next Saturday, so we'll be busy, so y'all can keep us/that in your prayers! And don't fret if you don't hear much from me till after this weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christ's blessings to y'all!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;&amp;gt;&amp;lt; HJ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775553149122847883-4947653263304277792?l=livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/feeds/4947653263304277792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7775553149122847883&amp;postID=4947653263304277792&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/4947653263304277792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/4947653263304277792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/2010/10/quick-update.html' title='Quick Update'/><author><name>Hannah Joy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/Sot_7LhIPiI/AAAAAAAAAOY/eZ3ZFOnauDY/S220/P7260008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775553149122847883.post-2824628542388357758</id><published>2010-09-25T02:01:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T22:37:10.634-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surprise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding Shower'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bowling'/><title type='text'>Bowling</title><content type='html'>So at about 6pm I got a call from Cole (another friend from OH) to say he was in the area, hanging out at a local pastor's/friends-of-Tim's house near here, and they'd welcome my joining them. It was supposed to be a kinda laid back--as in no gifts, just hanging out-- pre-wedding celebration (bridal shower-ish) for Emily &amp;amp; Tim. I was looking for an excuse to go on a walk, since it had been an unusually summer-like day, and Marie-Louise had decided she needed to hit the library for a book report. So I told Cole, sure, and walked with Marie-Louise part way to the library and then detoured off heading down another road. There were quite a few people there, and Emily &amp;amp; Tim finally showed up. We had a good dinner (if I'd been called sooner, I might have had more room for the food, but I'd just eaten). Then headed down to Bradford for a late-night bowling--as in till after midnight! I haven't been bowling in a long time, so I enjoyed that! My record still holds, too, where I'm always just so the biggest looser, it's just the actually points I got were different (I used to lose with points averaging in the 90s, but this time I was losing with points in the 30-40s; apparently there were also others out there just as bad as me, just not exactly as bad, since I've never lost by more then 20 points! LOL!). The lighting was funky, though, so I've only got one picture from the act of bowling that shows up semi-good. All other pictures were not pertaining to bowling. Afterward, they went back to the house to play games, but I was feeling tired so they dropped me off on the way home; I got in sometime after 1am, I think, and am now trying to blog it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/TKKllEz7o2I/AAAAAAAAAXc/LD-1-wf9iNA/s1600/P9240387.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/TKKllEz7o2I/AAAAAAAAAXc/LD-1-wf9iNA/s320/P9240387.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and as it turned out, throughout the whole evening, everyone kept wishing me a happy birthday! They even told me it was kind of a combination shower for Tim &amp;amp; Em and a birthday party for me; so it was another nice surprise birthday celebration for me, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, now I'm off to bed before I drive myself crazy! Or, more likely, fall asleep in mid-type!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night &amp;amp; God bless y'all!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;&amp;gt;&amp;lt; HJ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775553149122847883-2824628542388357758?l=livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/feeds/2824628542388357758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7775553149122847883&amp;postID=2824628542388357758&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/2824628542388357758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/2824628542388357758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/2010/09/bowling.html' title='Bowling'/><author><name>Hannah Joy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/Sot_7LhIPiI/AAAAAAAAAOY/eZ3ZFOnauDY/S220/P7260008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/TKKllEz7o2I/AAAAAAAAAXc/LD-1-wf9iNA/s72-c/P9240387.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775553149122847883.post-8366035357820898369</id><published>2010-09-24T16:39:00.055-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T21:16:11.762-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='packages'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='presents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>My Birthday!</title><content type='html'>So between yesterday and today, I've unwrapped most of my presents (I believe). So, for everyone who's been dying of&amp;nbsp;curiosity--along with me--on what is hidden in &lt;a href="http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/2010/09/packages.html"&gt;all&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/2010/09/packages_17.html"&gt;those&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/2010/09/oh-no-more.html"&gt;packages&lt;/a&gt; sitting in the living room, here are a few pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/TKEhcM0nZPI/AAAAAAAAAXI/YW0ZTFNCrtg/s1600/Alissa's+gift.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="165" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/TKEhcM0nZPI/AAAAAAAAAXI/YW0ZTFNCrtg/s320/Alissa's+gift.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;Alissa's gift to me:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, I collect Nancy Drew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/TKGHehcDgXI/AAAAAAAAAXU/VWukP5muBWk/s1600/Dad's+gift.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="96" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/TKGHehcDgXI/AAAAAAAAAXU/VWukP5muBWk/s400/Dad's+gift.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Dad's gift to me:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;now I can&amp;nbsp;hear my favorite music the loudest possible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/TKGYuzW5NAI/AAAAAAAAAXY/-8hiY0V94q8/s1600/Becky's+gift.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="140" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/TKGYuzW5NAI/AAAAAAAAAXY/-8hiY0V94q8/s320/Becky's+gift.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Becky's gift to me:&lt;br /&gt;The best Bollywood-English movie ever!&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the best movie ever?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/TKFa4auUuTI/AAAAAAAAAXM/vmLbxTAVZzg/s1600/M-Ls+gift.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="129" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/TKFa4auUuTI/AAAAAAAAAXM/vmLbxTAVZzg/s320/M-Ls+gift.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Marie-Louise's gift to me:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Including two cards that equal 26!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775553149122847883-8366035357820898369?l=livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/feeds/8366035357820898369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7775553149122847883&amp;postID=8366035357820898369&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/8366035357820898369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/8366035357820898369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-birthday.html' title='My Birthday!'/><author><name>Hannah Joy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/Sot_7LhIPiI/AAAAAAAAAOY/eZ3ZFOnauDY/S220/P7260008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/TKEhcM0nZPI/AAAAAAAAAXI/YW0ZTFNCrtg/s72-c/Alissa&apos;s+gift.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775553149122847883.post-8207510218175711861</id><published>2010-09-23T11:00:00.021-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T17:57:10.325-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surprise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='presents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>Birthday Surprise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night before church, Deb asked me if I wanted to get up this morning and join her for a little time at Tim Horton's after she dropped off the girls at school. It sounded good, and I knew she was planning to leave about noon with her friends to go to a conference she's doing in OH, so I said sure. I'd get up for a cute date-breakfast like that.&lt;div&gt;So, this morning I got up, threw something on and went with her to drop of the girls at school. Then we hit Walmart. I noticed the little gift-bag she had with her in the van and thought maybe she was thinking of having a little private birthday party for me since she wasn't going to be around tomorrow. But when we left Walmart and started driving towards Tim Horton's she&amp;nbsp;detoured&amp;nbsp;and went to Perkins instead, insisting she'd changed her mind. We met her mom, Grandma Ada, in the parking lot and I still figured we might be having a little private get-together, breakfast date as we've had various and random times before. Yet when we walked in, Deb kept walking and we walked right to a table were Ange, my Dad, and his new wife Merrilee were waiting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/TJvLlLaaUhI/AAAAAAAAAWk/otV5DvQDG58/s1600/P9230396.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/TJvLlLaaUhI/AAAAAAAAAWk/otV5DvQDG58/s320/P9230396.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It had two birthday balloons floating above the center of the table, making it seem all festive and ready and well prepared.&amp;nbsp;After we sat down, Grandma &amp;amp; Grandpa Davis came and joined us. It was a lot bigger of an event then I thought, and a surprise to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/TJvKoqFu42I/AAAAAAAAAWM/anisOPBHt6g/s1600/P9230380.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/TJvKoqFu42I/AAAAAAAAAWM/anisOPBHt6g/s320/P9230380.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Birthday, self!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775553149122847883-8207510218175711861?l=livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/feeds/8207510218175711861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7775553149122847883&amp;postID=8207510218175711861&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/8207510218175711861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/8207510218175711861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/2010/09/birthday-surprise.html' title='Birthday Surprise'/><author><name>Hannah Joy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/Sot_7LhIPiI/AAAAAAAAAOY/eZ3ZFOnauDY/S220/P7260008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/TJvLlLaaUhI/AAAAAAAAAWk/otV5DvQDG58/s72-c/P9230396.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775553149122847883.post-3804317236406197170</id><published>2010-09-22T22:39:00.016-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T23:44:32.978-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='presents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alissa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>JOIN IN: Alissa's birthday game</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;When we were younger and all lived together, my sisters and I used to have fun with the presents we wrapped for each other's birthdays. We'd stuff them with crumpled tissues, or add cardboard to make them an odd shape, and then make them guess what it was. Or we would over-use the tape and see how long it took for them to get into it. So, since I can't see my sister's reactions, or how hard it might be to get into a gift, or whatever, I've decided to invent a new game. We'll see how well it goes, but it'll work long distance! Plus, anyone who wants to can join in by posting comments/guesses! After the birthday, I'll then post a full picture of the object with the part circled, too, so you'll know how on or off your guesses are!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, for &lt;b&gt;Alissa's birthday&lt;/b&gt;: each picture below is close-up/odd-angles/etc of completely different items from the other pictures (except the last picture, which is of two items side-by-side)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;GUESS WHAT THESE 21 ITEMS ARE and/or FROM&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Sadly, my camera doesn't get up as close as I would like for this, so it was a combo of super-macro and cropping; hopefully everything will come out clear enough &amp;amp; large enough, yet not to obvious what the items are, at the same time. I guess we're about to find out how good a photographer/cropper I am, eh?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/TJrFlECbZLI/AAAAAAAAAVc/vpD5sTNyMWQ/s320/P9210348+crpd.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519941533825721522" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/TJrFkrBrFXI/AAAAAAAAAVU/Af8nrDGPeLY/s320/P9210370+crpd.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519941527111669106" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/TJrJK4ZqSHI/AAAAAAAAAVs/vLB8O_jOb7U/s320/P9210283+crpd.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519945482071853170" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/TJrFj71DazI/AAAAAAAAAVM/QyDLcMAxw2E/s320/P9210327+crpd2.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519941514442271538" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/TJrFjaBgjzI/AAAAAAAAAVE/U-Yy2SrFyG0/s320/P9210319+crpd.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 255px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519941505367707442" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/TJrH8Z869EI/AAAAAAAAAVk/WMnab9ZX-PY/s320/P9210347+crpd1.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519944133868450882" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/TJrDgjO0ehI/AAAAAAAAAU0/WoAuiQ6kgrg/s320/P9210311+crpd.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519939257276594706" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/TJrFi6dDNwI/AAAAAAAAAU8/7GKw-T6Vs9w/s320/P9210312+crpd.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519941496893290242" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/TJq_7c3p2JI/AAAAAAAAATk/eP1SPKGv-Ds/s320/P9210377+crpd2.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519935321378773138" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/TJrDf4vi4bI/AAAAAAAAAUc/QDX4yruXEMc/s320/P9210300+crpd.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519939245871129010" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/TJrDgdzkS2I/AAAAAAAAAUs/gi-PUp3XOGw/s320/P9210309+crpd.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519939255820110690" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/TJrCzvw-DcI/AAAAAAAAAUU/jCMI2xA2sDU/s320/P9210297+crpd.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 230px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519938487546940866" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/TJrBB59ExiI/AAAAAAAAAUM/mXy4n4e5I48/s320/P9210294+crpd.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 224px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519936531776980514" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/TJrBA6j49VI/AAAAAAAAAT8/8SAM9b2M4yk/s320/P9210282+crpd.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519936514759914834" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/TJrBBYHVyeI/AAAAAAAAAUE/JTUJGhRQcpA/s320/P9210291+crpd-rt.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519936522693233122" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/TJrBAr4PtDI/AAAAAAAAAT0/n-_JuXNm5Xw/s320/P9210276+crpd.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 228px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519936510818759730" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/TJrAlMDqcAI/AAAAAAAAATs/lOfqR-xuoPc/s320/P9210274+crpd.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 206px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519936038420246530" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/TJq_du2pRtI/AAAAAAAAATc/UFJUtlWTWZY/s320/P9210272+crpd.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 249px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519934810810304210" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/TJrDgHqVANI/AAAAAAAAAUk/JimNTguVg2w/s320/P9210304+crpd.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519939249875779794" /&gt;Also, as it would happen, there are two items that are too small to figure out how to get extra-super-close-up and hide what they are, so I'll post them here as best I can (though I think they are really obvious); take a guess!&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/TJrLcCWG-lI/AAAAAAAAAV8/mEuClzkTzHE/s320/P9210324+crpd.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 189px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519947975822342738" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/TJrLb6nTm7I/AAAAAAAAAV0/OZh3thdUPxM/s320/P9210321+crpd.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 164px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519947973746990002" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.alifaidav.blogspot.com/"&gt;Alissa&lt;/a&gt;, I really hope you'll take a wild guess now before your birthday, but I'm really looking forward to when you unwrap the gifts and then have fun sitting at a computer trying to see what lines up from your gifts. I hope you have a wonderful time doing it! And don't forget, you have to tell me about it! Half the fun will be retelling it! And don't worry, you don't have to try and match it up on your own; you can get Mom or our cousins or anyone else in the fun too! Love ya! And hope ya have a wonderful birthday! &lt;b&gt;12 days and counting!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone else, it might be a bit trickier for y'all, simply because y'all don't know what Alissa even put on her birthday/Christmas list or what I might have randomly picked up for her just under the knowledge of what she would like. But don't let that hinder you! Have fun with it, anyway! Take a wild guess, if all else fails!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775553149122847883-3804317236406197170?l=livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/feeds/3804317236406197170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7775553149122847883&amp;postID=3804317236406197170&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/3804317236406197170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/3804317236406197170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/2010/09/so-when-we-were-younger-and-all-lived.html' title='JOIN IN: Alissa&apos;s birthday game'/><author><name>Hannah Joy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/Sot_7LhIPiI/AAAAAAAAAOY/eZ3ZFOnauDY/S220/P7260008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/TJrFlECbZLI/AAAAAAAAAVc/vpD5sTNyMWQ/s72-c/P9210348+crpd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775553149122847883.post-3563175316693614327</id><published>2010-09-22T13:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T16:34:50.144-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='packages'/><title type='text'>Oh no! MORE!</title><content type='html'>Yes, more packages. The taunting will never end!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday a gift from Becky came, and with it came the realization that maybe I could open the earlier present from Alissa, since it had been Becky that e-mailed that I should wait. But why open it now? I'm so close, I might as well wait on both gifts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/TKD-zaUgSKI/AAAAAAAAAW4/Pic1nzcCNHY/s1600/P9210254.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/TKD-zaUgSKI/AAAAAAAAAW4/Pic1nzcCNHY/s320/P9210254.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Then Tuesday, Marie-Louise decided to bring a bright shiny blue bag to waive in front of my face. She let me know it was for my birthday and had to wait till then, and then she added it to the growing pile in the corner in the&amp;nbsp;living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/TKD_blv8LYI/AAAAAAAAAXA/Zbpg1DhJPZg/s1600/P9220383.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/TKD_blv8LYI/AAAAAAAAAXA/Zbpg1DhJPZg/s320/P9220383.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well, if I didn't have to preach tonight, and be so caught up in trying to not think about it too much so I won't be too nervous, maybe I'd think of something more to write. But instead I've got to think of something besides preaching; while coming up with something to preach! LOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775553149122847883-3563175316693614327?l=livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/feeds/3563175316693614327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7775553149122847883&amp;postID=3563175316693614327&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/3563175316693614327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/3563175316693614327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/2010/09/oh-no-more.html' title='Oh no! MORE!'/><author><name>Hannah Joy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/Sot_7LhIPiI/AAAAAAAAAOY/eZ3ZFOnauDY/S220/P7260008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/TKD-zaUgSKI/AAAAAAAAAW4/Pic1nzcCNHY/s72-c/P9210254.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775553149122847883.post-8962434967023554128</id><published>2010-09-17T21:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T22:43:15.983-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='packages'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alissa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='revenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jewelry by Debby'/><title type='text'>PACKAGES!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, my Dad decided to stop by quick and drop off my birthday present in case we can't get together between now and my birthday. Soooo, according to his orders, now I'm staring at &lt;a href="http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/2010/09/packages.html"&gt;ANOTHER&lt;/a&gt; present that has to wait till my birthday. Will the torture never end?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/TJQGPci4JJI/AAAAAAAAATU/fZaDFCkxv8Q/s320/P9170229.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518042305865983122" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But to get even with at least one of my sisters, I've taken a picture of the gift Dad is sending &lt;a href="http://www.alifaidav.blogspot.com/"&gt;her&lt;/a&gt; (it will be sent jointly with my gift to her, once I get it wrapped; yes, she's one of the 5 people who I think I'm done birthday/Christmas shopping for) and I've posted below so she can be staring at in pure curiosity EVEN BEFORE it gets to her place to privately torture her until her birthday. Muahahahahahah! LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/TJQGOcW8hWI/AAAAAAAAATM/8_XNC8uApzY/s320/P9170227.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518042288636069218" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On another note, for those who want a play-by-play on the other things mentioned in my last &lt;a href="http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/2010/09/card.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt;, I'm sitting here sipping on one of my favorite late-night "&lt;a href="http://www.maruchan.com/maruchan_lunch.html"&gt;meals&lt;/a&gt;", looking at the postcards still sitting on my computer, at this point, done, just not printed and labeled yet. And my mouse/touch pad is being random, annoying, and sometimes clicking at it's pleasure! Thankfully, though, the pictures have been uploaded to &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php?#!/pages/Olean-NY/Jewelry-by-Debby/109099982481684?ref=ts"&gt;Deb's site&lt;/a&gt;; at least one thing is off my list!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775553149122847883-8962434967023554128?l=livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/feeds/8962434967023554128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7775553149122847883&amp;postID=8962434967023554128&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/8962434967023554128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/8962434967023554128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/2010/09/packages_17.html' title='PACKAGES!'/><author><name>Hannah Joy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/Sot_7LhIPiI/AAAAAAAAAOY/eZ3ZFOnauDY/S220/P7260008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/TJQGPci4JJI/AAAAAAAAATU/fZaDFCkxv8Q/s72-c/P9170229.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775553149122847883.post-5290475508028965474</id><published>2010-09-17T14:39:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T18:38:05.394-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='packages'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Schedule'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beth Moore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jewelry by Debby'/><title type='text'>The Card</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The card didn't make it. By the time I carried the gift and card upstairs to my bedroom and tucked in for the night, I couldn't stand it. So I opened the card. Otherwise, I'm still just struggling to read through the lime-green wrapping paper to figure out what the gift is. Feels like books, cute little hardback books. But I haven't made anything more discernible out then that. Oi! Hopefully now that it has a special spot on my desk, I won't be "bothered" by it for now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/TJPpcGGMUII/AAAAAAAAAS8/Jvflv01c0UE/s320/P9170249.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518010637341184130" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news, I got back from a &lt;a href="http://www.lifeway.com/product/001243968/"&gt;Beth Moore bible study&lt;/a&gt; this morning only to find out there's a &lt;a href="http://www.lifeway.com/event/194/"&gt;Beth Moore simulcast tomorrow&lt;/a&gt;, that I'd like to go to, but it means my list of things to do this weekend now need to get done TODAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Lets see, &lt;i&gt;make &amp;amp; print &amp;amp; label postcards&lt;/i&gt; to let everyone know of the change to our annual &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php?#!/event.php?eid=112825452099258&amp;amp;ref=ts"&gt;Salamanca Women's Conference&lt;/a&gt; (It's only a one day event now, do to schedule conflicts as well as the lack--as in NO--of help in the kitchen, and other such various reasons that have suddenly arisen this month!) to go in the mail by Monday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;2) Add more pictures&lt;/i&gt; to &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php?#!/pages/Olean-NY/Jewelry-by-Debby/109099982481684?ref=ts"&gt;Debby's Jewelry site&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) On a personal note, I have to&lt;i&gt; re-organize a few scrapbook items&lt;/i&gt;. The file-folder I was keeping my punch-out &amp;amp; non-sticker items in explodes when opened so I got a bigger file-folder to transfer them all to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) Lastly, get the &lt;i&gt;Birthday &amp;amp; Christmas&lt;/i&gt; bin from the attic and &lt;i&gt;go through, organize, and&lt;/i&gt; hopefully start &lt;i&gt;wrapping &lt;/i&gt;gifts as I believe I've got at least 5 people done for the birthday/holiday season already, but I need to double check (maybe I've got even more?!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lets see how much I get done today, eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope your day is better!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christ's blessings to y'all,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt; HJ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775553149122847883-5290475508028965474?l=livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/feeds/5290475508028965474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7775553149122847883&amp;postID=5290475508028965474&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/5290475508028965474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/5290475508028965474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/2010/09/card.html' title='The Card'/><author><name>Hannah Joy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/Sot_7LhIPiI/AAAAAAAAAOY/eZ3ZFOnauDY/S220/P7260008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/TJPpcGGMUII/AAAAAAAAAS8/Jvflv01c0UE/s72-c/P9170249.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775553149122847883.post-7423929812263084341</id><published>2010-09-16T18:39:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T18:42:02.099-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='packages'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='presents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>Packages</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So we did a quick run to Walmart &amp;amp; Joann's and on the way, we stopped by the post office. My package, which my sister had e-mailed me about, was finally here! So as we were driving to Walmart, I'm sitting there struggling with the package; someone is taking after Aunt Theresa with the tape! I could not rip the tape off, or cut it; some places it was about three stripes of masking tape thick, and without scissors, in the end I just had to find the ends and keep unraveling! I was going to send an e-mail out when I got home and rag about the use of tape, when it suddenly occurred to me that the same e-mail letting me know my gift was in the mail had also stated that I wasn't supposed to open it till my birthday. But by then the tape was half-hanging of the package, who can leave something half-way?! So between Walmart and Joann's I finished opening it, deciding I was going to still rag my sister about the tape and joke that I didn't really know what I was talking about since I was still sitting here looking at a brown package-box. Sadly, when I opened the package, I found the gift inside wrapped in lime green wrapping paper, rolled in bubble-wrap. So while I'm not sitting here staring at a brown package, I am sitting here staring at a lime-green present and trying to decide if I should open it and just not tell till my birthday? Or maybe, at the least, I could sneak a peak at the card?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/TJPuQZ0lRiI/AAAAAAAAATE/8trn0MX2fNU/s320/P9170246.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518015934035740194" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;8 DAYS AND COUNTING&lt;/b&gt; till my birthday. We shall see how long the package and/or card makes it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love ya, girls!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt; HJ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775553149122847883-7423929812263084341?l=livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/feeds/7423929812263084341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7775553149122847883&amp;postID=7423929812263084341&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/7423929812263084341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/7423929812263084341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/2010/09/packages.html' title='Packages'/><author><name>Hannah Joy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/Sot_7LhIPiI/AAAAAAAAAOY/eZ3ZFOnauDY/S220/P7260008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/TJPuQZ0lRiI/AAAAAAAAATE/8trn0MX2fNU/s72-c/P9170246.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775553149122847883.post-8937742797879054151</id><published>2010-09-07T15:08:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T15:48:03.393-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='title'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creative'/><title type='text'>random bloggings of an attemptedly worshipful saint</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I'm a perfectionist. Yeah, I know, I can hear about half of my audience guffawing at the thought; snorting "no, really?!" So I had decided to get back to blogging and haven't been able to come with much to say...for only about a year now! I must be in one of those non-creative funks. So this month I thought maybe I'd try re-designing my blog, for inspirational purposes. Alas, titles aren't coming either! I want a new picture and an awesome catchy title. Inspiration has not been null, yet, none of them have been "ah huh!" moments either! So while this perfectionist has been trying to think of something perfect to write, or some perfect inspiration, nothing has come. Basically, I could be "dry" for a while, while this perfectionist tries to turn a fantasy into a reality perfect life! LOL, not really! But at least a perfect blog?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(This blog should sit down and look at my journal! He ain't got nutin' on it! I've had the same 50-page-max journal for the last two years! And since inspirations usually comes from that, this blog should not be complaining as he's got more, lately!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, so I've been trying to come up with creative ideas and all I've got so far is just ideas. So, instead of letting my taxed brain work any harder on it while the rest of it is working on other things (like figuring out what's up with our annual women's conference this year?!) I figured I'd dump the idea on y'all, possibly (and hopefully) more creative selves! Here's what I've got so far (besides the WAY to long title of this post?! That was meant as a joke-title, in case anyone was wondering!):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;KEY WORDS&lt;/b&gt; (as in words that inspire ideas, somehow):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vision,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;missions,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;adventure,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;inheritance,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;river,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;faith,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yield,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;heartbeat,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;worship,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;heart,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;IDEAS&lt;/b&gt; (random thoughts; some VERY lame!):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Inheritance river (inspired by a favorite movie "The Inheritance Letter")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where the river flows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where the river leads&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where the Way leads&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;River Worship&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Living worship: the heart-dance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heart of hope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Healing hope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Inheriting hope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(a few lame acronyms I'm not even going to copy!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Worship where the Savior sends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Worshipful Ways&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Worshipful Windings (like a path winds)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...by a Saved Saint&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...of a Redeemed Revivalist&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...of a Soul Searching Saint&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;REMEMBER, I said some of them were lame...let your creative juices flow and let me know what you come up with! Also, just so you know, whatever I do with the header/picture, I'm stilling going to have the same verse on it, so get creative with that verse, if you want! Thanks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775553149122847883-8937742797879054151?l=livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/feeds/8937742797879054151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7775553149122847883&amp;postID=8937742797879054151&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/8937742797879054151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/8937742797879054151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/2010/09/random-bloggings-of-attemptedly.html' title='random bloggings of an attemptedly worshipful saint'/><author><name>Hannah Joy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/Sot_7LhIPiI/AAAAAAAAAOY/eZ3ZFOnauDY/S220/P7260008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775553149122847883.post-8660157464566062024</id><published>2009-12-29T23:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T22:18:04.626-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elwell&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Davis&apos;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ackley&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Christmases A Plenty</title><content type='html'>As is typical in my family, we had many different Christmas get-togethers over the Holidays. Several at home, with the Davis clan and a couple different ones with the Elwell/Harrison/Davis clan as well. Games. Stockings. The usual presents. Food. Fun. Fellowship. And a few surprises. However, there are so many pictures, that to go through them to pick just a couple favorites when I've already got several more on the Internet? Don't see why. So, follow &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=165282&amp;amp;id=647109523&amp;amp;l=1963b07a98"&gt;this link&lt;/a&gt; and view them all!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and I went down to Lancaster area of PA to surprise my family on my Mom's side as well! I love hanging out and playing games with my cousins and sisters soooo much! Who can beat a good game of Settlers? Or Sequence? Or my personal favorite: DUTCH BLITZ! Anyway, &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=165282&amp;amp;id=647109523&amp;amp;l=1963b07a98"&gt;same link&lt;/a&gt; for those pictures, so enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775553149122847883-8660157464566062024?l=livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/feeds/8660157464566062024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7775553149122847883&amp;postID=8660157464566062024&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/8660157464566062024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/8660157464566062024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmases-plenty.html' title='Christmases A Plenty'/><author><name>Hannah Joy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/Sot_7LhIPiI/AAAAAAAAAOY/eZ3ZFOnauDY/S220/P7260008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775553149122847883.post-8151941725791990063</id><published>2009-12-22T23:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T20:42:30.790-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Decorate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Decorating</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I didn't think it was right to go all out and decorate for Christmas in my bedroom, where nobody would know, so I helped out Deb &amp;amp; Fred this year with some more lights for the outdoors. Thought I should post the house, then too, as soon as I got a picture of it, so my bedroom isn't the only thing getting noticed on here!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/TJAWPUiuXVI/AAAAAAAAASs/oqNFxDB8lCg/s320/PC221013.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516933995997060434" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My room is the one with the red lights in the windows (no point to decorating just the inside, ya know, so I put some lights on the outside of my curtains too!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775553149122847883-8151941725791990063?l=livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/feeds/8151941725791990063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7775553149122847883&amp;postID=8151941725791990063&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/8151941725791990063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/8151941725791990063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/2009/12/decorating.html' title='Decorating'/><author><name>Hannah Joy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/Sot_7LhIPiI/AAAAAAAAAOY/eZ3ZFOnauDY/S220/P7260008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/TJAWPUiuXVI/AAAAAAAAASs/oqNFxDB8lCg/s72-c/PC221013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775553149122847883.post-3288109130070196271</id><published>2009-12-19T23:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T20:32:34.386-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sisters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alissa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Becky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Davis&apos;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Sisters Are Here</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/TI_-LKpmlII/AAAAAAAAAR8/hQEcEgjX-HQ/s320/PC180973.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516907536343012482" /&gt;Becky &amp;amp; I drove down to meet Mom  at a cute little Mennonite restaurant, to eat and exchange Christmas gifts. Then we grabbed Alissa and ran! Just kidding! We didn't kidnap her; part of the reason we met up with Mom was to pick up Alissa for an awesome weekend back in Olean!&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/TI_-LZC4pzI/AAAAAAAAASE/UFucFfLYRjo/s320/PC190976.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516907540207150898" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had gone shopping with Becky in preparation before picking up Alissa so we had everything we need to try our hand at our old family tradition of making gingerbread houses, which we did Saturday afternoon. It was our first try at a kit, though!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/TI_-LxLocFI/AAAAAAAAASM/FqH9ocTjuvE/s320/PC190986.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516907546686287954" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We did a pretty good job, eh? So good, we devoured immediately!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(No, not really, but it fit with the picture heading)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/TI_-MX1ZUDI/AAAAAAAAASU/GSzaJ1KpthE/s320/PC190997.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516907557062004786" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A random, but nice picture of us sisters before the rest of the Davis clan showed up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/TI_-M4wozQI/AAAAAAAAASc/3mEEkhY8TBM/s320/PC191003.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516907565900418306" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And this is what the holiday's can do for you, too?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/TJAACUuJJeI/AAAAAAAAASk/qVprhQVt6pU/s320/PC191010.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516909583450842594" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Just kidding. We had a great time! The Davis' all showed up and we had a White Elephant Exchange Christmas.  Sadly, I got so caught up in the fun I forgot to take any good pictures! So, you'll just have to survive on the picture of the White Elephant gift Becky brought (above); I thought it was hilarious!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775553149122847883-3288109130070196271?l=livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/feeds/3288109130070196271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7775553149122847883&amp;postID=3288109130070196271&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/3288109130070196271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/3288109130070196271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/2009/11/sisters-are-here.html' title='Sisters Are Here'/><author><name>Hannah Joy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/Sot_7LhIPiI/AAAAAAAAAOY/eZ3ZFOnauDY/S220/P7260008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/TI_-LKpmlII/AAAAAAAAAR8/hQEcEgjX-HQ/s72-c/PC180973.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775553149122847883.post-4291507133280394301</id><published>2009-12-07T17:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T17:17:21.818-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sisters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alissa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Becky'/><title type='text'>Sisters</title><content type='html'>Just thought I'd mention that Becky's going to be around for the Christmas season! I'm so excited. Alissa's going to get off work and come up for a quick weekend, when the Davis Clan will do our White Elephant get-together...stay tuned!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775553149122847883-4291507133280394301?l=livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/feeds/4291507133280394301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7775553149122847883&amp;postID=4291507133280394301&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/4291507133280394301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/4291507133280394301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/2009/12/sisters.html' title='Sisters'/><author><name>Hannah Joy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/Sot_7LhIPiI/AAAAAAAAAOY/eZ3ZFOnauDY/S220/P7260008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775553149122847883.post-7984509950086732540</id><published>2009-11-27T16:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T17:11:41.217-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Decorate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Christmas Decorating</title><content type='html'>If you knew me growing up, you'd know that I was raised on a college campus. This college always had an Open Door night right before Christmas break, and the halls and dorms would go all out and decorate their place! So, starting young, I practiced for my chance. Well, since then, I sometimes still go all out. This year, I thought I'd let y'all know, is one of those years! I've only posted a couple of my favorite pictures, but for more, check out my &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=165282&amp;amp;id=647109523&amp;amp;l=1963b07a98"&gt;facebook&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/TI_k0DJFhGI/AAAAAAAAAR0/JinE3TSkuz0/s1600/PB300853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/TI_k0DJFhGI/AAAAAAAAAR0/JinE3TSkuz0/s320/PB300853.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516879651399894114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/TI_kzhmxdvI/AAAAAAAAARs/LqOCvrqtyI0/s1600/PC050890+-crp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 86px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/TI_kzhmxdvI/AAAAAAAAARs/LqOCvrqtyI0/s320/PC050890+-crp.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516879642397603570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/TI_kzMjEx7I/AAAAAAAAARk/156u9bYdIXQ/s1600/PB290825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/TI_kzMjEx7I/AAAAAAAAARk/156u9bYdIXQ/s320/PB290825.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516879636744947634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/TI_ib1jlP8I/AAAAAAAAARc/9UwMtmYaWms/s1600/PC050895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/TI_ib1jlP8I/AAAAAAAAARc/9UwMtmYaWms/s320/PC050895.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516877036412813250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/TI_ibRR67TI/AAAAAAAAARU/K8UQrzb-Eak/s1600/PC030889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/TI_ibRR67TI/AAAAAAAAARU/K8UQrzb-Eak/s320/PC030889.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516877026675060018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/TI_iawKX9CI/AAAAAAAAARM/VoQ0eIHhmvs/s1600/PB290791.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/TI_iawKX9CI/AAAAAAAAARM/VoQ0eIHhmvs/s320/PB290791.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516877017785037858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next year I probably won't even touch my stuff because I went so far out this year! But, hey, we got the pictures to show it...wonder what'll I do if I ever get more then just a bedroom to decorate?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775553149122847883-7984509950086732540?l=livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/feeds/7984509950086732540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7775553149122847883&amp;postID=7984509950086732540&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/7984509950086732540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/7984509950086732540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/2009/11/christmas-decorating.html' title='Christmas Decorating'/><author><name>Hannah Joy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/Sot_7LhIPiI/AAAAAAAAAOY/eZ3ZFOnauDY/S220/P7260008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/TI_k0DJFhGI/AAAAAAAAAR0/JinE3TSkuz0/s72-c/PB300853.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775553149122847883.post-2822209589512938832</id><published>2009-11-26T23:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T16:50:44.835-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanksgiving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We celebrated at Ange's apartment (used to be Deb &amp;amp; Fred's years ago; the one above-ish the church).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/TI_eEET0t0I/AAAAAAAAAQs/LIgM30myrUg/s320/PB260004.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516872230009878338" /&gt;As you can see, Marie-Louise likes her cool-whip for desert (who cares for a little pie with it, anyway?)&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/TI_eDptfsbI/AAAAAAAAAQk/68GSKFcasGQ/s320/PB260730.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516872222869795250" /&gt;Played Apples-to-Apples which Little Charlie's girl-friend, Melissa, taught to us, while some of the men watch football or napped, &lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/TI_eErL0K2I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/W41UIGlhZQ8/s320/PB260736.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516872240445270882" /&gt;and later Deb &amp;amp; Cheri hacked out a Black-Friday shopping schedule/spree. &lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/TI_ffBMUCGI/AAAAAAAAARE/A7-ukp4Pv44/s320/PB260744.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516873792541165666" /&gt;Then we hit Ernie's to see Grandpa Davis quick, before heading home (in a very in-direct way!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775553149122847883-2822209589512938832?l=livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/feeds/2822209589512938832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7775553149122847883&amp;postID=2822209589512938832&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/2822209589512938832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/2822209589512938832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Hannah Joy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/Sot_7LhIPiI/AAAAAAAAAOY/eZ3ZFOnauDY/S220/P7260008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/TI_eEET0t0I/AAAAAAAAAQs/LIgM30myrUg/s72-c/PB260004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775553149122847883.post-6485990602989587422</id><published>2009-11-03T22:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T14:19:47.828-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philippines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunburn'/><title type='text'>Sunburn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well, I wrote this in my journal while in the Philippines, figuring when I got back I'd post it. If my sister can talk about her bruised toe, I can talk about a sunburn, eh?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/TH_nkJEwOuI/AAAAAAAAAQM/G_UtEOzoBIA/s320/13031_333512155197_796545197_9937888_4661266_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512379077021940450" /&gt;This is the vehicle that most of the team and all our luggage rode in to go to and from various towns all over Palawan, Philippines. While riding it, sometimes we arranged luggage and other items in the middle so a couple of us could rest along the bench seats. One of our first trips, I was leaning on some luggage while stretched across a bench, with an arm hanging out the window. At some point in time I took my headband off so it wouldn't slide off my head and lose it, and I wrapped it around my arm. Then I fell asleep. Without paying attention to which arm was hanging out, or even the fact that I was sleeping on the side of the vehicle the sun was shining in. Here is the result:&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/TH_pYNxeycI/AAAAAAAAAQU/QvbOAKMxnbc/s320/PB030059.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512381071148108226" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775553149122847883-6485990602989587422?l=livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/feeds/6485990602989587422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7775553149122847883&amp;postID=6485990602989587422&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/6485990602989587422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/6485990602989587422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/2009/11/sunburn.html' title='Sunburn'/><author><name>Hannah Joy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/Sot_7LhIPiI/AAAAAAAAAOY/eZ3ZFOnauDY/S220/P7260008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/TH_nkJEwOuI/AAAAAAAAAQM/G_UtEOzoBIA/s72-c/13031_333512155197_796545197_9937888_4661266_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775553149122847883.post-2220325232364914756</id><published>2009-11-02T14:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T14:25:08.682-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philippines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pastor Jun'/><title type='text'>Pastor Jun's Truck</title><content type='html'>For those who heard we were raising money to buy a new vehicle for Pastor Jun, we did. We helped him pick up the vehicle within the first few days on the island. And this is it:&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/TH_rT3zQnTI/AAAAAAAAAQc/wm_97rOqiPg/s320/13031_333512125197_796545197_9937884_3543600_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512383195553766706" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nice, eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775553149122847883-2220325232364914756?l=livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/feeds/2220325232364914756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7775553149122847883&amp;postID=2220325232364914756&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/2220325232364914756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/2220325232364914756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/2009/11/pastor-juns-truck.html' title='Pastor Jun&apos;s Truck'/><author><name>Hannah Joy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/Sot_7LhIPiI/AAAAAAAAAOY/eZ3ZFOnauDY/S220/P7260008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/TH_rT3zQnTI/AAAAAAAAAQc/wm_97rOqiPg/s72-c/13031_333512125197_796545197_9937884_3543600_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775553149122847883.post-8354364933598313963</id><published>2009-10-28T11:49:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T11:49:00.569-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philippines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missions'/><title type='text'>Song-ish...</title><content type='html'>Remember last time I left, I got some &lt;a href="http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/2008/10/leaving-on-everlasting-flights.html"&gt;old song&lt;/a&gt; stuck in my head, but with new words applicable to my trip ahead? Well the last couple days I've got that old Wizard of Oz song in my head, two lines, and it goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to the Philippines,&lt;br /&gt;To see the wonderful Filipin's, all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it's a good thing that's all the song I know, or I'd be driving us all crazy with more lines then that! Whole verses of them! LOL! (By the way, that last word is supposed to be abbreviated form of the word Filipinos, in case anyone is wondering!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray for us, and y'all have great three weeks while we're gone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christ's Blessings to y'all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt; HJ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775553149122847883-8354364933598313963?l=livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/feeds/8354364933598313963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7775553149122847883&amp;postID=8354364933598313963&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/8354364933598313963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/8354364933598313963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/2009/10/song-ish.html' title='Song-ish...'/><author><name>Hannah Joy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/Sot_7LhIPiI/AAAAAAAAAOY/eZ3ZFOnauDY/S220/P7260008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775553149122847883.post-1497994978962240303</id><published>2009-10-22T01:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T20:05:27.678-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday parties'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Women&apos;s Conference'/><title type='text'>Blurb</title><content type='html'>This is just a quick blurb to inform everyone the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, our women's conference went off quit well, or so I've been told!...Also, I'm not sure I said everything I wanted to say, or as well as I wanted to say it, but I did pretty well Saturday morning...as did my partner, Emily!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, for those who are not aware, I'm leaving next Wednesday for the Philippines. I'll be gone three weeks, and this time it is not a medical missions team, but simply and ministerial one (or whatever ya want to call holding a bunch of conferences and ministering to the people in prayer and such like?). The team, to my knowledge, consists of seven people, all of whom have been to the Philippines before, but one of whom has never traveled with us and only knows Debby and that's more through his parents (he was an MK to the Philippines back several years ago; we're all looking forward to getting to know him, too!)...At any rate, you may keep us all in your prayers as we, once again, venture forth with the gospel...and endure long 16+ hr flights!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt; HJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. For those who didn't know, our foreign-exchange-type (we didn't exchange her with anyone, LOL)  student, Dorcas, just had her first birthday in the USA. She turned 16! Her pictures are in an album labeled accordingly to the right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775553149122847883-1497994978962240303?l=livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/feeds/1497994978962240303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7775553149122847883&amp;postID=1497994978962240303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/1497994978962240303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/1497994978962240303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/2009/10/blurb.html' title='Blurb'/><author><name>Hannah Joy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/Sot_7LhIPiI/AAAAAAAAAOY/eZ3ZFOnauDY/S220/P7260008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775553149122847883.post-4059460068006314851</id><published>2009-10-13T15:17:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T11:53:16.065-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Women&apos;s Conference'/><title type='text'>Three more days!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/StTUflm_K9I/AAAAAAAAAPA/53aEJisn50E/s1600-h/2009+WC+Brochr+OUTside.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/StTUflm_K9I/AAAAAAAAAPA/53aEJisn50E/s320/2009+WC+Brochr+OUTside.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392168293005994962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the Outside and Inside of our brochure we sent out a few weeks ago...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/StTTOK9BY1I/AAAAAAAAAO4/ndfTkiwMk0s/s1600-h/2009+WC+Brochr+INside.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/StTTOK9BY1I/AAAAAAAAAO4/ndfTkiwMk0s/s320/2009+WC+Brochr+INside.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392166894281253714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...This is our tentative schedule:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;FRIDAY, Oct 16, 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;6:00pm, Registration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;7:00pm, Evening Session&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Worship-Tim Wright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Speaker-Debby Davis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;11:00pm, Snacks &amp;amp; Fellowship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;SATURDAY, Oct 17, 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;8:00am, Breakfast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;9:00-11:45am, Morning Sessions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;___&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;9:00-9:45am, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Hannah Davis (ME!) &amp;amp; Emily Ingole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;___&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;10:00-10:45am,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Cathy Hoffman &amp;amp; Nancy Graham&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;___&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;11:00-11:45am,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Cheri Harrison &amp;amp; Delores Chapel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;12:00pm, Lunch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;2:00pm, Cheri-Session&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;3:00pm, Afternoon Session&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Worship-Tim Wright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Speaker-Debby Davis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;5:00pm, Dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;7:00pm, Worship Bash, with Tim Wright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;11:00pm, Snacks &amp;amp; Fellowship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;SUNDAY, Oct 18, 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;8:30-10:00am, Breakfast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;10:00am, Sunday School&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;11:00am, Church/Last Session&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;1:00pm, Lunch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775553149122847883-4059460068006314851?l=livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/feeds/4059460068006314851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7775553149122847883&amp;postID=4059460068006314851&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/4059460068006314851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/4059460068006314851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/2009/10/three-more-days.html' title='Three more days!'/><author><name>Hannah Joy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/Sot_7LhIPiI/AAAAAAAAAOY/eZ3ZFOnauDY/S220/P7260008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/StTUflm_K9I/AAAAAAAAAPA/53aEJisn50E/s72-c/2009+WC+Brochr+OUTside.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775553149122847883.post-3706575226255457925</id><published>2009-10-08T14:35:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T01:27:55.427-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alissa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Becky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sisterhood'/><title type='text'>To My Sisters...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;Where exactly people find these quotes, I'll never know. But in preparing various ideas for possible slideshows and such for the Women's Conference coming up, I found myself thinking on my two most prized possession--as if people could ever be counted as such, perhaps "gift" is more appropriate--my sisters: Rebecca "Becky" S. and Alissa Faith. So to them I've copied these quotes and to them I've addressed the comments below the quotes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To them, I say:&lt;br /&gt;May you know this, forever and always, I not only cannot think of two people I love more and have known more, but I cannot think of any two people I respect, admire, and am more proud of then you two! Enjoy! And may you have a wonderfully blessed day wherever you are and in whatever you set out to achieve!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;" &gt;You can kid the world.  But not your sister.  ~Charlotte Gray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;Nope, can't fool me...and that's what I love about you, too! Ya know me...like no one else! Maybe we speak the same language?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;In thee my soul shall own combined the sister and the friend.  ~Catherine Killigrew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--PIH--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's the amazing thing: you aren't just my sisters because some doctor said genetically we're connected, but because we're sisters! Like when the Bible says "...there is a friend that sticketh closer then a brother" and is talking of Jesus, perhaps it is also reminding us that the truest form of friendship, and that txt term of BFF, is found in brotherhood (or sisterhood!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;A sister can be seen as someone who is both ourselves and very much not ourselves - a special kind of double.  ~Toni Morrison&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--PIH--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha, yes...weird, too...but cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; What's the good of news if you haven't a sister to share it?  ~Jenny DeVries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, there's nothing like gabbing your ears off on the telephone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;" &gt; Sisters is probably the most competitive relationship within the family, but once the sisters are grown, it becomes the strongest relationship.  ~Margaret Mead&lt;!--PIH--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;Sadly, both parts are true...Wish I hadn't been so competitive, and sometime downright nastily stubborn to you when we were younger! But I'm definitely proud for the strength of our ties now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt; Bless you, my darling, and remember you are always in the heart - oh tucked so close there is no chance of escape - of your sister.  ~Katherine Mansfield&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that, whether near or far, I always have you in my prayers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--, writing to her younger sister; GBF, PIH--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;My sister taught me everything I really need to know, and she was only in sixth grade at the time.  ~Linda Sunshine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, it's interesting the things I learned from you when we were younger, that I still employ today...You taught me so much. Sometimes just by example, sometimes in our discussions, sometimes...so many things I learned from you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--PIH--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;I, who have no sisters or brothers, look with some degree of innocent envy on those who may be said to be born to friends.  ~James Boswell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure "born friends" is the right term, but if it is we definitely grew into it to such a degree that I can't think of two better friends then you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--CUL--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;" &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Sisters are different flowers from the same garden.  ~Author Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;OK, I just thought this one was cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;There can be no situation in life in which the conversation of my dear sister will not administer some comfort to me.  ~Mary Montagu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha! How I LOVE hearing your stories, even if distance means it has to be via blog or phone. Still SOOO worth it! And, of course, I love gabbing off your ears; sadly, though, my blog lacks as I prefer the in-person-route!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--PIH--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt; In the cookies of life, sisters are the chocolate chips.  ~Author Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh, you both are the sweetness in life...and in memories, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--PIH--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;The mildest, drowsiest sister has been known to turn tiger if her sibling is in trouble.  ~Clara Ortega&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;Ya better believe it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt; When sisters stand shoulder to shoulder, who stands a chance against us?  ~Pam Brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goes well with the last quote, wouldn't ya say? If we can fight for each other, how much stronger do ya think we could be with each other?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--PIH--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;A sister is a forever friend.  ~Author Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha! Goes with the Women's Conference theme: Forever Friends. That's what got me thinking of you, ya know?! Couldn't think of a better example of friendship then my relationship with both of you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;I know some sisters who only see each other on Mother's Day and some who will never speak again.  But most are like my sister and me... linked by volatile love, best friends who make other best friends ever so slightly less best.  ~Patricia Volk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last part is true about us...although, if you think about it, we sometimes only see each other once a year, but it's not for lack of relationship or longing; just finances, schedules, etc! If I could be with ya more, and we could still do what God has called us each to do, I so would be right by your side every other day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt; Sisters function as safety nets in a chaotic world simply by being there for each other.  ~Carol Saline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, that might be more true about God as a safety net; however I'd have to say, too, that sometimes just knowing there are two other people in this world who get me without a long explanation, or sometimes even any words at all, is quit reassuring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;A sister is a gift to the heart, a friend to the spirit, a golden thread to the meaning of life.  ~Isadora James&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how I see ya...as a gift. As friends. As a gift of friendship. Etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;" &gt; To the outside world we all grow old.  But not to brothers and sisters.  We know each other as we always were.  We know each other's hearts.  We share private family jokes.  We remember family feuds and secrets, family griefs and joys.  We live outside the touch of time.  ~Clara Ortega&lt;!--PIH--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;OK, I just plan thought this one was so adorable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt; The best thing about having a sister was that I always had a friend.  ~Cali Rae Turner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this has been said already, but it's not like it can be said enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;There is no better friend than a sister.  And there is no better sister than you.  ~Author Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya bet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; I don't believe an accident of birth makes people sisters or brothers.  It makes them siblings, gives them mutuality of parentage.  Sisterhood and brotherhood is a condition people have to work at.  ~Maya Angelou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being born by the same parents, makes us siblings, but like I said before with that Bible quote, I think Sisterhood is the strongest example of friendship, and that we didn't just get born into. But I'm soooo glad we achieved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;" &gt; Our roots say we're sisters, our hearts say we're friends.  ~Author Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;How many different ways can this be said? LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Sibling relationships - and 80 percent of Americans have at least one - outlast marriages, survive the death of parents, resurface after quarrels that would sink any friendship.  They flourish in a thousand incarnations of closeness and distance, warmth, loyalty and distrust.  ~Erica E. Goode, "The Secret World of Siblings," &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;U.S. News &amp;amp; World Report&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;, 10 January 1994&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;I don't know about all the things it outlasts, but I'm so glad no quarrel/differences of opinion (combined with pure stubbornness and pride on my part), kept us apart long! And sadly, though other friendships should duplicate that idea, they usually do fall apart after serious quarrels/differences! So glad we're still together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt; Siblings are the people we practice on, the people who teach us about fairness and cooperation and kindness and caring - quite often the hard way.  ~Pamela Dugdale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've mentioned my stubbornness before; for that I can distinctly remember learning much the hard way. And for those lessons, though indirectly from you, and for the many other lessons you showed by example, or whatever, I want to say: Thank You! You taught me much, as I believe I said once earlier, I still employ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;" &gt; It was nice growing up with someone like you - someone to lean on, someone to count on... someone to tell on!  ~Author Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;I just thought this was funny! True, but funny still!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Sisterhood is powerful.  ~Robin Morgan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--PIH--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;Like warriors united for eternity, bound by love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Sisters don't need words.  They have perfected a language of snarls and smiles and frowns and winks - expressions of shocked surprise and incredulity and disbelief.  Sniffs and snorts and gasps and sighs - that can undermine any tale you're telling.  ~Pam Brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this isn't exactly what this is supposed to mean, but to me it made me think of this: we have a language all our own, that few others could ever attempt to learn, and by our language we can tell such tales and remind each other of such details that no tale a non-sister can tell would ever compare for it would lack the depth our language alone can put in it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;" &gt;Sister to sister we will always be,&lt;br /&gt;A couple of nuts off the family tree.&lt;br /&gt;~Author Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;Again, just thought this was funny! Definitely funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Sisters are blossoms in the garden of life.  ~Author Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda like the whole sweet chocolate comment earlier...you guys are awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;We may look old and wise to the outside world.  But to each other, we are still in junior school.  ~Charlotte Gray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--PIH--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;All I know, is to me this makes me think of how sometimes when we're together we can act like we never grew up; while other's may look at us and think we're crazy, wonder at our sanity, or whatever, we are just having fun in the way we alone can often, and sadly only, have freedom in when we're together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;It's hard to be responsible, adult and sensible all the time.  How good it is to have a sister whose heart is as young as your own.  ~Pam Brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--PIH--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;Dido me wast comment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;She is your mirror, shining back at you with a world of possibilities.  She is your witness, who sees you at your worst and best, and loves you anyway.  She is your partner in crime, your midnight companion, someone who knows when you are smiling, even in the dark.  She is your teacher, your defense attorney, your personal press agent, even your shrink.  Some days, she's the reason you wish you were an only child.  ~Barbara Alpert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! How true! ...Oh, and in case you are wondering, the last sentence, thankfully, was only true as a very young child on my part, and you'll be glad to know, even quite rarely at that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, I hope you enjoyed this. It was fun...I love you guys!&lt;br /&gt;Your Sister &amp;amp; BFF,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt; HJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Can't wait till Christmas! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775553149122847883-3706575226255457925?l=livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/feeds/3706575226255457925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7775553149122847883&amp;postID=3706575226255457925&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/3706575226255457925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/3706575226255457925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/2009/10/to-my-sisters.html' title='To My Sisters...'/><author><name>Hannah Joy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/Sot_7LhIPiI/AAAAAAAAAOY/eZ3ZFOnauDY/S220/P7260008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775553149122847883.post-8422671902531201042</id><published>2009-09-10T01:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T15:30:10.392-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sooooooo.....</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I need to blog...again...so, what to say. I'm having a hard time remembering what all has happened since last time I blogged, perhaps I should check my facebook status' of late...Oh, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, we had a great Welcome Party for Dorcas Sunday after church (&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=138163&amp;amp;id=647109523&amp;amp;l=d466d606fc"&gt;photos in album to right&lt;/a&gt;). She couldn't stop smiling! ...The Nichols grandparents stayed through till Tuesday and then Debby had to do some quick last minute book editing Grandma Davis before she finally sent it off to 24hourBooks quick before Fred left for the airport Wednesday morning. Oh, and Dad left with Fred, had a great short trip and came back last Saturday while Fred remained and met Frank Perish for a conference they are doing over there now (the building is so packed out they had to close registration, it's going so well!)...Marie-Louise, also got back from Honduras last Saturday but Tim didn't bring her back from Ohio till Sunday. We planned and succesfully pulled off a rather large surprise welcome home party for her too (&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=138163&amp;amp;id=647109523&amp;amp;l=d466d606fc"&gt;pics, also, to the right&lt;/a&gt;) since she arrived at our house about an hour after we got back from church. I thought Deb did rather good at inviting people and I at organizing the decorations; it turned out really nice and bigger then we first thought, too! And, of course, Weesy was surprised and loved it! ...And, in the middle of all that, I managed to kill the printer as it ran out of ink! So much for trying to get the women's conference brochures out by the first of the month! I did manage to get about 50 suitable brochures printed to hand out at church and our Jubilee Celebration Monday, so at least a bit of the word is out now. Otherwise, I'm waiting for the new Magenta catridge to arrive in the mail. Any day now. Any day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and off on a side note, I don't know if any of y'all have seen my sister's funky &lt;a href="http://www.alifaidav.blogspot.com/"&gt;blogs lately&lt;/a&gt; but I can't help but laugh. That's about what I'd be blogging half the time when I'm to busy to process my going-ons enough to write about it! Of course it also reminds me of my late nights, board to death, with a fried brain from school nights too; except I used to try out new, other-worldy, or just plain funky, hair-do's instead (think Star Wars and Princess Leia or Padme, but worse?!). Oddly, however, I still have those pictures on my computer. Maybe I'll post them for y'alls amusement sometime!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, before I forget. This week and weekend are really busy too. Tim &amp;amp; Emily have been around for a few days, leaving tomorrow though. Bill is spackling and helping fix the entry way and hallway and stairway for the next few days, as well as make sure Weesy &amp;amp; Dorcas get a ride to and from school. M-L and Dorcas, like I just said, have started school. Meanwhile Deb, Deb's mom, and Cathy left for a nice vacation/tour of DC this morning and won't be back till Monday. Dad, of course, will get here sometime tomorrow, I would think. And my sister Alissa is finally coming for a weekend to visit, albeit a short weekend as she only gets here Saturday and has to head back to school Sundays; but maybe we can finally watch a couple those movies I've been wanting to see with her (like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thr3e&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hannah Montana: The Movie&lt;/span&gt;--yes, I have weird taste!). Of course, we also have to do some shoping which she hasn't been able to do as the school is way to remote -- oh, poor, deprieved Eliminites/Limains!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775553149122847883-8422671902531201042?l=livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/feeds/8422671902531201042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7775553149122847883&amp;postID=8422671902531201042&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/8422671902531201042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/8422671902531201042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/2009/09/sooooooo.html' title='Sooooooo.....'/><author><name>Hannah Joy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/Sot_7LhIPiI/AAAAAAAAAOY/eZ3ZFOnauDY/S220/P7260008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775553149122847883.post-3436896108411164971</id><published>2009-08-22T10:58:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T11:26:36.147-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marie-Louise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dorcas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oddly-Interesting Events'/><title type='text'>Funeral...</title><content type='html'>Apparently a local Sheriff or someone of great value in the police force recently died in our area. I'm sitting here right now, and as I pen this, there is a loud roar outside our house. Of all the streets they could have picked, they decided to block ours of and allow the procession down our street. We got cop cars from all over the area -- like a mini parade -- rolling down our street mixed with a few civilian cars and one random firetruck. The roar, however, comes from the air. I grew up hearing those things every-now-and-then, but today there are two hovering over our street. Helicopters. I saw one close-up once as a child, but this is my first time to hear the roar until I've a headache and see them just hover for so long...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, the procession has just finished and now the helicopters are flying away. What an event. Feel sorry for the family, but it's still pretty cool to watch. On our street, too, no less, not the main street!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and for anyone wondering about the rest of my day. It's been great thus far. Got up and went to Wal-mart to get the professional photos I had taken there, and to order my mother the one she wanted as her birthday present -- don't worry, it's no surprise to her, so I'm not ruining anything by blogging about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I met Dorcas Thursday and then we went for a movie night at the church with Marie-Louise; had a great time. Fred &amp;amp; Deb took both girls out to OH to drop Marie-Louise off for her missions trip with the Ingole-family-group and then they took Dorcas shopping at Gabe's on the way back to pick up another pair of jeans (and to figure out her size better, maybe). She's more like a 1x (not the 2x we'd previously guessed) and her paints are about a 16; supposedly she's a little taller then my friend Emily, too, she had to stoop to hug her! How cool is that? But they are about the same build. Anyway, everyone got back from that event at about 2am this morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Marie-Louise called this morning during their layover in TX to say she's doing great and having fun with the team...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and my Nichols Grandparents are on their way here for a short weekend; they want to meet Dorcas, and tomorrow attend the church diner we're having that will both welcome her and shower her with gifts (Dorcas doesn't know about that last part; she's already in shock about how many options Gabe's has, wait till she owns a loot of clothing and other such items herself!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775553149122847883-3436896108411164971?l=livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/feeds/3436896108411164971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7775553149122847883&amp;postID=3436896108411164971&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/3436896108411164971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/3436896108411164971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/2009/08/funeral.html' title='Funeral...'/><author><name>Hannah Joy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/Sot_7LhIPiI/AAAAAAAAAOY/eZ3ZFOnauDY/S220/P7260008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775553149122847883.post-6048231221106679541</id><published>2009-08-20T13:54:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T08:49:39.242-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='African Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ohio Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dorcas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Airports'/><title type='text'>Guest...Family</title><content type='html'>This week has been rather busy for Fred &amp;amp; Debby. Besides Sunday, they only had Monday and originally hoped to have today in town. Monday Deb, her mom, Rosalee &amp;amp; I went to see Julie &amp;amp; Julia. It wasn't as good as I thought it'd be -- it was slow, not bad, just long -- but Debby loved it; guess it helps if you used to watch Julia Child on TV doing her cooking show, because part of the reason Deb loved it so much was how well Meryl Streep portrayed Julia. Then Tuesday morning Fred, Deb, &amp;amp; Weesy left to head to NYC; they didn't hurry but took a hotel room half-way there and then went to the airport about 7pm yesterday. Originally they hoped to drive straight back last night, but I guess it just turned out to be too long of day and they took another hotel room half-way back. Sometime this afternoon -- like in the next hour -- they should be pulling into the driveway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then tomorrow they start it all over again, but this time heading out our friend's the Ingole's in Ohio. There they will stay the night and help take people to the Pittsburg airport where Marie-Louise and several friends/family of the Ingole's are leaving for another two-week missions trip to Honduras -- it'll be the first one Weesy go on without her family, so she's excited about that! Then Fred &amp;amp; Deb will come back home and we'll start the next week all together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that may not be very exciting news -- we always seem to have a busy life -- but it isn't for their schedule I initially wished to share. It's for whom they are picking up and whom I'm excited to meet in about an hour! Yes, I'm sure at least some of y'all heard about us trying to help a girl from Africa -- the child of an African couple Fred &amp;amp; Debby call friends and have connections with while in Africa -- come as a student here. Well the US embassy finally OKd her, she got her visa, and is now on her way to Olean with Fred, Deb, &amp;amp; Weesy. She'll live with us and go to school with Weesy at the small local Christian school. Dorcas is her name. She speaks almost no English but is familiar with French -- thankfully Fred, Deb, &amp;amp; Weesy know a good deal of French, I'm gonna be the one who has a hard time communicating with her! She's tall, broad shoulder -- or so I've heard -- built like my friend Emily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm just looking forward to meeting her in the next hour! A little nervous, maybe even anxious about how this is all going to work out in the next couple years, but still excited! I'll try and let y'all know how it goes...meanwhile if you find any clothing, especially winter things, in about a size 1x, size 16 pants, or a shoe size 11, and you feel led to give it away/pass it along, feel free to send them this way!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775553149122847883-6048231221106679541?l=livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/feeds/6048231221106679541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7775553149122847883&amp;postID=6048231221106679541&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/6048231221106679541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/6048231221106679541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/2009/08/guestfamily.html' title='Guest...Family'/><author><name>Hannah Joy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/Sot_7LhIPiI/AAAAAAAAAOY/eZ3ZFOnauDY/S220/P7260008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775553149122847883.post-4957198389728175283</id><published>2009-08-14T01:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T15:19:30.678-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sooki'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Virginia Friends'/><title type='text'>Back from VA!</title><content type='html'>Sweet! I had a great time!&lt;br /&gt;So I didn't get much more then one chapter red in Ted Dekker's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Black&lt;/span&gt;, and really only sat out just to sit in the sun a couple different times, but so what?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met Chris &amp;amp; Tina Saturday for a birthday get-together.&lt;br /&gt;Then went to the house we'd be staying at till Wednesday morning and unpacked our bags (they have an awesome house, with three extra bed rooms and a beautiful yard! Not to mention the other usual rooms in a house, all super-sized! Nice!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we went to New Life Church (I think that's it's title) and attended the café-church service in the gymnasium part. Chris played the drums and Tina led the service (the introductions &amp;amp; announcements). Then we went out for lunch, lollygagged around a couple of stores before Chris &amp;amp; Tina had to leave then we went back to the house for a bit. After a bit, we went back tot he church for the Guatamala Missions Team Send-Off Service and then went out with Chris again -- to distract him -- till we went to the house of a friend of Tina's for...guess what? We walked in the door and everyone jumped and screamed! It was a surprise birthday party for Chris, and he never saw it coming! Their friend had made an awesome cake -- think she takes after Deb a bit! LOL -- and we hung out and celebrated for quit a while! It was fun seeing everyone again -- I'd met them before at and during Chris &amp;amp; Tina's wedding related events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday we just hung out mostly at the house. (that's when I got my hot hour in the sun out on the lovely porch out back). I tried getting a hold of a college friend of mine who lives down there, too, but her phone wasn't working (I hadn't tried to get a hold of her before, because ironically she had been up here in NY for the weekend). I think I managed to get a chapter of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Black&lt;/span&gt; red, while in the sun too, but then decided it might be easier to tan in that hot sun if I just went half-asleep (then I wouldn't notice how hot I was or how hot the black book felt in my arms, either)...Christopher came over after work and then we went to the mall and saw the movie &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;GI: Joe&lt;/span&gt;. It wasn't what I expected, but it was deffinately not bad, either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, there is such a thing as facebook and my friend Sooki &amp;amp; I were finally able to connect between that night and Tuesday. So, of course, on Tuesday that's what I did. Fred, Deb, &amp;amp; Weesy met up with Christopher at the mall for his lunch break, meanwhile Sooki met me at the house and we followed Fred to the mall where we proceded to wodnerfully-waste a few hours in a long over-due talk...and whatever else friends do when they get together! The blessed thing about our friendship: no matter how long it's been and how much catching up we've got to do in a little time, it always is not only worth it, but oddly feels like we never really parted! (At least for me). Plus I got to hang out with her delightful little girl, Rianna. I can't say what we talked about, not even sure we ever really ever finished whatever new topic we would intergect and start on, but we had an awesome time! Ate in the food court, from Wendy's, and just walked and talked through the mall till it was time for her to head back home. It was about then that Fred &amp;amp; Deb called me on my cell to see if they should swing by and get me then or wait another hour or two (they were in the area) so I hooked back up with them. Later, in the evening, we hit the beach with Christopher in tow -- he finished work about then -- and had a delightful last day before taking the long drive back home in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, my cell phone decided to die in the middle of the night and I didn't think to put it onthe charger before we left for the long drive home. Also, my laptop got packed away the night before. Regardless of my momentary laps of technology for a whole day in the USA -- some reason ti's fine in another country, but here, I'm like "what do I do?" -- I lived just fine and we made it home safely...at like 1am; that's why I waited another day to write.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775553149122847883-4957198389728175283?l=livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/feeds/4957198389728175283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7775553149122847883&amp;postID=4957198389728175283&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/4957198389728175283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/4957198389728175283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/2009/08/back-from-va.html' title='Back from VA!'/><author><name>Hannah Joy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/Sot_7LhIPiI/AAAAAAAAAOY/eZ3ZFOnauDY/S220/P7260008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775553149122847883.post-9169351565118738295</id><published>2009-08-05T14:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T14:29:31.080-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Writing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Virginia Friends'/><title type='text'>For the record...</title><content type='html'>I'm not my sisters...interesting thought, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, though, I have a hard time figuring out what to write lately. I know I don't write on here as much as I used to. I haven't written much in more journal, either. I think that's the main problem, when I ran out of things to say here, sometimes I copied stuff from my journal and all those random thoughts, but since all the writing my journal has received in the past few months had been four pages of private prayers and such, there isn't much for the copying either. Oi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried to figure out where my sisters get their inspiration and how it seems to always flow. Sometimes it seems they are just writing a momentary and fleeting thought, other times it's one of those weird things that I wouldn't think to write about -- like a blister on the toe -- that add a touch of "I'm here...taste my life with me" flair. Maybe I just need to get more weird and random, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, regardless, on the bright side. I'm headed to Virginia Beach with Deb, Fred, and Weesy in a couple days so maybe -- if I remember -- I'll get some pictures and have something to write about soon...But mostly, I'm looking forward to the warmth &amp;amp; sun we've been missing here lately. Take a good Ted Dekker book and my laptop and maybe get some writing in if not reading (why has it been so hard for me to dive into a good book lately, anyway? I used to eat them for dinner! After all, they are my inspiration and without a bit of that I'm lacking in writing-my-book-ability too! Oi! what a mess I'm in!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, enough for now...write again soon...perhaps when I get back from the fun in VA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775553149122847883-9169351565118738295?l=livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/feeds/9169351565118738295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7775553149122847883&amp;postID=9169351565118738295&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/9169351565118738295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/9169351565118738295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/2009/08/for-record.html' title='For the record...'/><author><name>Hannah Joy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/Sot_7LhIPiI/AAAAAAAAAOY/eZ3ZFOnauDY/S220/P7260008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775553149122847883.post-6787199416362098920</id><published>2009-08-01T13:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T16:22:57.511-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OBX'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anniversary'/><title type='text'>25th Anniversary...&amp; Sunshine</title><content type='html'>Well we had a great day Sunday. Church, followed by a little coffee break with goodies, and then we had Guy &amp;amp; Cheri's 25th Anniversary. It was one of those vow-renewal services set up just like a simple wedding, followed by a cake and reception. And it was formal, so I finally got to wear my banquet dress I picked up at the Philippines in 2006! Check out the photo album over on the right for all the awesome pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a rarity, this summer, and supposedly is 80° outside. It really only felt like it was that hot when the sun wasn't hiding behind the scattered clouds -- the breeze was too cool, me thinks! But being such a beautiful -- and rare -- day, I took one of those lawn chairs with a footrest and stuck it out back in the hot sun and that's where you can find me now! I've brought my laptop too, but the sun is so bright that I'm thinking I'll eventually just set it aside and just lay in the sun. I've been trying not to lose that wonderful tan I got in the Outerbanks (OBX, photo album to right) a couple months ago, but with it as rainy as it has been it's been hard to get outside much this year! Anyway, that's what I'm doing now: enjoying such a wonderful gut day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I've been out here for over an hour or so, I'll go inside and get cleaned up; Emily is coming over and we're heading over to another friend's house to eat and fellowship as the Act's disciples seemed to do...Can't wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775553149122847883-6787199416362098920?l=livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/feeds/6787199416362098920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7775553149122847883&amp;postID=6787199416362098920&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/6787199416362098920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/6787199416362098920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/2009/08/25th-anniversary-sunshine.html' title='25th Anniversary...&amp; Sunshine'/><author><name>Hannah Joy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/Sot_7LhIPiI/AAAAAAAAAOY/eZ3ZFOnauDY/S220/P7260008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775553149122847883.post-2772943003650527776</id><published>2009-07-22T11:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T14:35:59.030-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><title type='text'>Michelle-Time...</title><content type='html'>I had a great time with Michelle! We mostly stayed in Monday, but Tuesday I took her for a walk to show her half of the city (what I could easily walk to).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, despite all the times she had been here, she had "experienced it while remaining innocent of the knowledge of it!" LOL! In other words, while she has driven in and out of the city, and been to Tim Hortons and Wal-Mart, she had only ever been driven there or directed there. Didn't know it for herself. So I took her on a walk to the mall and back (next time I'll have to have Deb take her in the big loop across from the mall and around by Wal-Mart and back so she can understand the rest of the city and not just follow directions).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to the Chef's Bistro! What a cute place! It had the feel of being an up-scale Greek restaurant mixed with the simplicity of a Starbucks (you could sit and study or surf the internet, if ya wanted). It was sweet and comfortable (almost homey) while having the modern deco of a suave place I'd likely see on one of Deb's favorite traveling/cooking channels. They had several different orders with humus, seafood, salads, and Fred's favorite: a gyro! I don't remember what Michelle had, but I had the chef's salad with a couple wraps (forget it's actual title, sorry); we followed that with a couple real Cappuccino's, and topped it with two nice-size pieces of their Snickers Cheesecake...And I, of course, had plenty of leftover from both the meal &amp;amp; desert to take home and snack on tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterward, Michelle &amp;amp; I drove to the movie theater and watched The Proposal! I'd seen it before, but I had no problem seeing it again; it's that good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, she had to leave early this morning so she could go to work tonight; but hey, I think two great days with such a great friend will undoubtedly carry me till the next time we meet again! And I couldn't have asked for a better two days either! It wasn't even too cold for the walking either (not like it has been thus far, Odd July! Oi!); thanks God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Thanks Michelle! Have a safe trip home, and may you be a blessing at work!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775553149122847883-2772943003650527776?l=livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/feeds/2772943003650527776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7775553149122847883&amp;postID=2772943003650527776&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/2772943003650527776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/2772943003650527776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/2009/07/michelle-time.html' title='Michelle-Time...'/><author><name>Hannah Joy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/Sot_7LhIPiI/AAAAAAAAAOY/eZ3ZFOnauDY/S220/P7260008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775553149122847883.post-8116650119864694466</id><published>2009-07-21T02:36:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T14:42:07.449-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twitter'/><title type='text'>Twitter...?</title><content type='html'>Hey all!&lt;br /&gt;  So I joined Twitter a while ago, but saw no point to it then. After Deb joined, however, and showed me how it works, I've decided to give it another go. So for anyone interested, I'm on there and will try and follow that on a regular basis too...I've also fixed this place to copy my Twitter updates over on the right, so y'all can always read my quicky, 160-characters-or-less updates from there even if y'all don't join Twitter itself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christ's blessings to y'all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt; Hannah Joy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775553149122847883-8116650119864694466?l=livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/feeds/8116650119864694466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7775553149122847883&amp;postID=8116650119864694466&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/8116650119864694466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/8116650119864694466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/2009/07/twitter.html' title='Twitter...?'/><author><name>Hannah Joy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/Sot_7LhIPiI/AAAAAAAAAOY/eZ3ZFOnauDY/S220/P7260008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775553149122847883.post-3944840324338154268</id><published>2009-07-20T16:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T16:27:48.145-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Busy fun...</title><content type='html'>"When it rains, it pours." I've never understood why it always seems to do that in life. One thing will decide to be on a particular Saturday and suddenly three other things decide it would be a great day for that too. What's more, y'all have had several weekends or days or space of time before that in which ya were practically board from having nothing to do (or at least nothing unusual to do). Then FINALLY something comes up and ya get excited, and suddenly...Oi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Michelle is here for a couple days, which I've been looking forward to for a very long time (ever since she hinted at the possibility several months ago). Then a couple days ago we find out Grandma &amp;amp; Grandpa have decided to come as well, for the week. Everyone arrives the same day (today) within a couple hours apart! What's more, Deb &amp;amp; Fred had been gone for the weekend visiting a church in OH; they just got in late last night &amp;amp; pretty much went to bed shortly after arriving...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, suffice it to say I think we've finally got the house in a rather good shape, all things considered; and now we're kicking our heels up -- for at least a few minutes -- catching up and hanging out...we'll see what comes after that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May your day be blessed as well; if not in the blessed company of friends and family, then in the simple solitude of more God-time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt; HJ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775553149122847883-3944840324338154268?l=livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/feeds/3944840324338154268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7775553149122847883&amp;postID=3944840324338154268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/3944840324338154268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/3944840324338154268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/2009/07/busy-fun.html' title='Busy fun...'/><author><name>Hannah Joy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/Sot_7LhIPiI/AAAAAAAAAOY/eZ3ZFOnauDY/S220/P7260008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775553149122847883.post-852961480264551519</id><published>2009-07-16T02:30:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T16:15:02.887-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Writing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book'/><title type='text'>Long-awaited update...</title><content type='html'>Dear Blog-friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I haven't been on here in a while. Seems like I've dropped off the face of the earth; I suddenly went from writing constantly to nothing for almost a year. Well, I can't say that I've been really busy, since I haven't been on any missions trips in that time either; however, I have been traveling around the US more with/visiting my friends &amp;amp; family (see the photo albums to the right). But mostly I've been expressing myself --as I always do-- in writing; the difference being that it's either more personal and therefore tucked away in the journal by my Bible or it's been in the book/s I started several years ago and have been too busy to work on since moving here and traveling abroad so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I haven't written much here lately -- I'll try and remedy that; no promises though -- but if you have an account on facebook, look me up there (it's easier to get on there for a second to post a simple one-liner update every few days then to get on here and write some lengthy piece that'll break up whatever train of thought I might have going for the other writing/s).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christ's blessings to y'all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt; HJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I almost forgot what kept my attention for a couple months: I finished my Philippines scrapbook...now I just need to compile the photos from the last two Africa trips and the Honduras trip to put in two more scrapbooks...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775553149122847883-852961480264551519?l=livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/feeds/852961480264551519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7775553149122847883&amp;postID=852961480264551519&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/852961480264551519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/852961480264551519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/2009/07/dear-blog-friends-i-know-i-havent-been.html' title='Long-awaited update...'/><author><name>Hannah Joy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/Sot_7LhIPiI/AAAAAAAAAOY/eZ3ZFOnauDY/S220/P7260008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775553149122847883.post-4002060131407307588</id><published>2008-11-17T20:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T11:40:12.512-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missions'/><title type='text'>I'm Back...</title><content type='html'>Just wanted to let y'all know I'm back. Thanks y'all again for helping me go! It was a great trip...struggling with jet-lag and all that, but I'll post soon...that is if the Thanksgiving &amp;amp; Christmas rush/season doesn't sweep me away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt; HJ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775553149122847883-4002060131407307588?l=livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/feeds/4002060131407307588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7775553149122847883&amp;postID=4002060131407307588&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/4002060131407307588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/4002060131407307588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back...'/><author><name>Hannah Joy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/Sot_7LhIPiI/AAAAAAAAAOY/eZ3ZFOnauDY/S220/P7260008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775553149122847883.post-3940743466152786007</id><published>2008-10-28T02:00:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T11:40:12.514-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missions'/><title type='text'>Leaving on the Everlasting Flights...</title><content type='html'>What a fellowship, what a joy to find,&lt;br /&gt;Working with this missions team of nine,&lt;br /&gt;What a blessing that, what a trip is this,&lt;br /&gt;Leaving on the everlasting flights...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving,&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving,&lt;br /&gt;High and long from here to the Field,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'm leaving,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'm leaving,&lt;br /&gt;Leaving on the everlasting flights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Safe in God I lean, what have I to fear,&lt;br /&gt;Even on this everlasting flight,&lt;br /&gt;I have blessed peace with my Lord so near,&lt;br /&gt;Leaving on the everlasting flights...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOTE&lt;/span&gt;: "Everlasting" is a slight exaggeration in reference to a flight that takes 16-18hr from NYC to Hong Kong...Also, if I had time, I'm sure I could write more verses...but I'm leaving! Yeah, I'm leaving...Keep us all in your prayers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christ's blessings to y'all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt; HJ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775553149122847883-3940743466152786007?l=livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/feeds/3940743466152786007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7775553149122847883&amp;postID=3940743466152786007&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/3940743466152786007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/3940743466152786007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/2008/10/leaving-on-everlasting-flights.html' title='Leaving on the Everlasting Flights...'/><author><name>Hannah Joy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/Sot_7LhIPiI/AAAAAAAAAOY/eZ3ZFOnauDY/S220/P7260008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775553149122847883.post-8041087266121495409</id><published>2008-10-25T14:20:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T11:40:12.515-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philippines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Schedule'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missions'/><title type='text'>Not Much...</title><content type='html'>Besides the last post, not much has happened in the last week. However, I know y'all will want to hear from me before I leave, so I'm writing a quick note...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fred &amp;amp; Deb will get back from the conference Debby is doing in Canada tomorrow, though probably more like Monday considering the hour. My wonderful friend from Avon will come tomorrow sometime too, but in the afternoon-ish. Of course Bill and Cathy are around for the weekend but I hear they'll be popping in and out; they however, aren't going to the Philippines this year. Emily &amp;amp; Michelle will show up Monday, hopefully early enough to help with the packing/sorting/weighing/etc we do to our suitcases before we leave. (It's gonna be partly a medical team/trip this time, so we gotta divide up medicine, check weight of our bags, figure in the second bags we each have if we need, etc). Starting tomorrow night, we probably won't get much sleep. After all, we have to be packed and ready to leave for the Buffalo airport at 2AM. But what with a 16+ HR flight and several hour layovers between shorter flights (it takes nearly two days to get to Manila, and three total till we get that last flight to Puerto Princesa from Manila; don't forget we lose 12hrs flying across the International Dateline) hopefully we'll catch up on our sleep and rest well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we leave for the Buffalo Airport at 2AM Tuesday, arrive there a couple hours later, fly out a couple more hours later. We fly to JFK airport in NYC, where we then have a several hour layover before taking the long flight to Hong Kong, where we then have a couple hour layover, a short flight to Manila and a place to rest for a short time. Then a day of shopping, picking up our tickets to Puerto Princessa, and eventually flying there at another "un-Godly" hour in the morning...probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to remember that missions trip are ALWAYS subject to change, and unless otherwise noted Deb and Christina Dunk (a friend from NH) will be the main speakers though we will all have our turn sharing, but here is the tentative schedule as Debby wrote it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;, Oct 31, Arrive in Puerto Princesa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;, Nov 1, Fishing Village&lt;br /&gt;Church Service as night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;, Nov 2, Puerto Princesa&lt;br /&gt;Pastor Jun's church all day&lt;br /&gt;(Grace, Pastor Jun's daughter, leads Street Kids Ministry afternoon, we'll be ready to sing &amp;amp; preach)&lt;br /&gt;Sunday night church service&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, Nov 3 Evening-Tuesday, Nov 4, Puerto Princesa&lt;br /&gt;Seminar &amp;amp; Medical clinic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;, Nov 5, Aborlan &amp;amp; Princess Urduja&lt;br /&gt;Aborlan: Morning &amp;amp; Afternoon services&lt;br /&gt;Princes Urduja: Evening Service with Pastor Jonathan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;, Nov 6, Nara&lt;br /&gt;Bible School teaching all day&lt;br /&gt;(Pastor Jonathan is the leader of the collage)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;, Nov 7 - Saturday, Nov 8, Quezon&lt;br /&gt;Morning &amp;amp; Evening services, Medical Clinic @ local Tribal church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;, Nov 9, Quezon &amp;amp; Puerto Princesa&lt;br /&gt;Quezon: Sunday morning service&lt;br /&gt;LOOOONGG drive back to Puerto Princesa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;, Nov 10, San Miguel &amp;amp; Roxas&lt;br /&gt;San Miguel: visit/do morning service?&lt;br /&gt;Roxas: evening service&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;, Nov 11, Dumaran&lt;br /&gt;Drive to and do Evening service&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;, Nov 12-Thursday, Nov 13, El Nido&lt;br /&gt;Drive to and do Evening service&lt;br /&gt;All day seminar &amp;amp; medical clinic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;, Nov 13, Puerto Princesa&lt;br /&gt;Drive back to Puerto Princesa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;, Nov 14, Manila&lt;br /&gt;Fly back to Manila&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775553149122847883-8041087266121495409?l=livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/feeds/8041087266121495409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7775553149122847883&amp;postID=8041087266121495409&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/8041087266121495409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/8041087266121495409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/2008/10/not-much.html' title='Not Much...'/><author><name>Hannah Joy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/Sot_7LhIPiI/AAAAAAAAAOY/eZ3ZFOnauDY/S220/P7260008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775553149122847883.post-8281090863556653789</id><published>2008-10-19T13:51:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T11:40:12.517-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Praise'/><title type='text'>QUICK NOTE: Philippines Trip</title><content type='html'>For all you friends and family out there praying for me and the &lt;a href="http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/2008/10/urgent-philippines-trip.html"&gt;last little bit&lt;/a&gt; to come in for my trip to the Philippines, I have a praise report:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ITS IN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One person called right after I posted Saturday morning wanting to know where to send it, knocking the total needed down to $300. Then this morning, a friend from my old home church in Hemlock sent out the prayer request for me at church this morning and afterward someone came up to her and wrote out a check for me to cover the rest! Hallelujah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray for safe travels, and hopefully a seat on the same plane with Debby and the rest of team once we get to Manila, Philippines (I wasn't able to book that flight at the same time, so there is the sad possibility of me needing extra protection traveling for a short flight by myself!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To everyone who has helped me in prayers and financial support, especially lately, THANK YOU! Many blessings to you and yours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christ's friend on the mission field,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt; HJ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775553149122847883-8281090863556653789?l=livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/feeds/8281090863556653789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7775553149122847883&amp;postID=8281090863556653789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/8281090863556653789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/8281090863556653789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/2008/10/quick-note-philippines-trip.html' title='QUICK NOTE: Philippines Trip'/><author><name>Hannah Joy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/Sot_7LhIPiI/AAAAAAAAAOY/eZ3ZFOnauDY/S220/P7260008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775553149122847883.post-4659435460404111916</id><published>2008-10-17T11:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T11:40:12.520-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missions'/><title type='text'>URGENT: Philippines Trip</title><content type='html'>This is just a quick note to let everyone know that I have most of the money coming in for my trip to the Philippines! Praise God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT there is one draw back! I can't get my plane ticket (must have the check in the mail Tuesday!) without the full amount for the trip. (FYI: debit cards, etc can't be used in the Philippines)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, I need JUST $400 dollars more to come in by Tuesday! If 8 people could find it in their heart to mail $50 each, it would all be covered!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christ's blessings to y'all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt; HJ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775553149122847883-4659435460404111916?l=livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/feeds/4659435460404111916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7775553149122847883&amp;postID=4659435460404111916&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/4659435460404111916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/4659435460404111916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/2008/10/urgent-philippines-trip.html' title='URGENT: Philippines Trip'/><author><name>Hannah Joy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/Sot_7LhIPiI/AAAAAAAAAOY/eZ3ZFOnauDY/S220/P7260008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775553149122847883.post-8772307948551793561</id><published>2008-10-01T21:29:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T21:28:40.726-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marie-Louise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>Marie-Louise...craziness of youth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://missionskid.blogspot.com/"&gt;Marie-Louise&lt;/a&gt; put on her bathrobe, saying how warm it was. When the time came for our usual Wednesday-night Prayer Meeting at the church, she said she wanted to go in her bathrobe. Deb told her it would look goofy and we were certain when the time came, she would be too embarrassed and take it off before entering the church. So we let her travel in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She, of course, insisted she wasn't embarrassed and would wear it just fine! So we decided to put her to the test; so how hard it would be for her to appear in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First we tried McDonald's--Debby said she wanted a carbonated beverage (soda, or Pop, or whatever y'all call it). She insisted she would run in and meet us at the other side, but when we started to pull by drive-through (we were certain we would be waiting forever for her to actually do it &amp;amp; we were already cutting it close to get to church on time) she didn't jump out. Didn't even budge...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/SO6LKSMv4DI/AAAAAAAAAM8/6nP_ZODbHS8/s1600-h/2008+10-1+-+MLready4Church.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/SO6LKSMv4DI/AAAAAAAAAM8/6nP_ZODbHS8/s320/2008+10-1+-+MLready4Church.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255290823988207666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We picked on her for it, of course, and she finally insisted she could do it. Then Debby pulled into one of her favorite gas station companies. M-L looked nervous and said "what are we doing here?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debby smiled and responded, "Your going in to get me something!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, Debby had her carbonated drink, so what else could it be? As it turned out, after Debby parked, she pulled out a dollars worth of change and told M-L to go in and get her something she would like for a dollar. By then we had egged M-L on enough, she didn't take long before budging this time and darted in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/SO6LKSxPPvI/AAAAAAAAANE/8PgGKVp-V6k/s1600-h/2008+10-1+MLsDare.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/SO6LKSxPPvI/AAAAAAAAANE/8PgGKVp-V6k/s320/2008+10-1+MLsDare.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255290824141258482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While she was in, we pulled out of our parking spot and went to the other side of the lot. Just to scare her a bit. Then we honked when she came out and looked worried. She hadn't wasted any time in finding Debby a candy bar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marie-Louise told us in the van that she would have to put this "bright idea" in a book called "Not the Brightest Ideas Marie-Louise Ever Had!" As you can guess, her stubborn ways not only creates a lot of humor for us all, but it is also occurs often enough she probably could write a short book!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If any of you know Marie-Louise (or any other thirteen-year-old like her), you know the humor in the story. If you don't, it probably sounds like a plain story...we thought it was so funny, that I gave my friends, who know M-L, a play-by-play txt of the whole thing...It is also good to note that shortly after arriving at church, M-L took her robe off (she insisted she was hot). She did not put it back on till we were leaving, as it was her "coat" for the night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775553149122847883-8772307948551793561?l=livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/feeds/8772307948551793561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7775553149122847883&amp;postID=8772307948551793561&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/8772307948551793561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/8772307948551793561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/2008/10/marie-louisecraziness-of-youth.html' title='Marie-Louise...craziness of youth'/><author><name>Hannah Joy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/Sot_7LhIPiI/AAAAAAAAAOY/eZ3ZFOnauDY/S220/P7260008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/SO6LKSMv4DI/AAAAAAAAAM8/6nP_ZODbHS8/s72-c/2008+10-1+-+MLready4Church.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775553149122847883.post-745765817313971527</id><published>2008-09-30T13:39:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T14:16:53.903-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camera'/><title type='text'>Cameras &amp; Scrapbooking</title><content type='html'>Have you ever noticed that when you have to rely on others to get you the pictures off their cameras of the trips together--even if you took the pictures--it doesn't always happen? Plus, after a while, you just plain forget to ask. Or sometimes you're not even sure if there were any, or many, pictures of the short hangout you had...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don't know if y'all noticed, but I've suddenly got a lot of pictures in my last couple posts. And does it ever feel great! It was a short weekend, where most of the time everyone was distracted in the interaction of humans and not so much taking memorable pictures of it, yet I've got some! Woo Who!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Roy (Mom's new hubby) &amp;amp; Mom, who heard my last camera had been destroyed by a small sand particle during my first missions trip to the Philippines (almost 2 years ago). They were going to get &lt;a href="http://www.alifaidav.blogspot.com/"&gt;Alissa&lt;/a&gt; a new camera for her birthday when I piped in. So I searched the internet and found a &lt;a href="http://www.walmart.com/catalog/product.do?product_id=9604823"&gt;camera&lt;/a&gt; that almost screamed "missionary proof." They decided it was perfect for my lifestyle, and both Alissa &amp;amp; I ended up with two really great Olympus, dustproof &amp;amp; shockproof &amp;amp; waterproof (up to 10ft under water) cameras! Mine is turquoise and Alissa's is &lt;a href="http://www.walmart.com/catalog/product.do?product_id=9604824"&gt;yellow&lt;/a&gt;; mine came in the mail almost two weeks ago and &lt;a href="http://alifaidav.blogspot.com/2008/09/ugly-fence-post-and-empty-box.html"&gt;Alissa's finally arrived&lt;/a&gt; in WY! And the cool thing is, no little partical of sand can destroy this one! Neither can an accidental drop in a toilet or a friend sitting on it or anything (the only thing I have to watch out for is theft, LOL!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm just gabbing because it's SOOOO great to just take pictures again! I can be that lady whose downright annoying to her friends because she can't take enough pictures, that lady who has abundance of both professional-looking and crazy photographs for writing, blogging, and especially remembering moments with my friends via scrapbooking! Woo who!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I could probably better use the money for my trips, and don't need expensive toys. But there is something about having a camera again; it's like saying "I'm back" after a long trip in netherworld. It feels complete, like a weird part of me had been suppressed in not using the art of photography to capture moments and the cool designs of scrapbooking to log the memories in a fashion which no words can fully encompass in a simple journal. (no wonder I once tried to go to a college for Script &amp;amp; Screenwriting; there is something about facial expressions and lighting which says so much more then even a book ever can!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just for show, here's a picture of my camera. But this one I had to take via my camera phone so it's not as good...LOL!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/SOUN46e5oVI/AAAAAAAAAM0/Gu-daQwezZE/s1600-h/2008+9-29+Camera%26Bible2+crop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/SOUN46e5oVI/AAAAAAAAAM0/Gu-daQwezZE/s320/2008+9-29+Camera%26Bible2+crop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252619811820249426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775553149122847883-745765817313971527?l=livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/feeds/745765817313971527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7775553149122847883&amp;postID=745765817313971527&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/745765817313971527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/745765817313971527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/2008/09/cameras-scrapbooking.html' title='Cameras &amp; Scrapbooking'/><author><name>Hannah Joy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/Sot_7LhIPiI/AAAAAAAAAOY/eZ3ZFOnauDY/S220/P7260008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/SOUN46e5oVI/AAAAAAAAAM0/Gu-daQwezZE/s72-c/2008+9-29+Camera%26Bible2+crop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775553149122847883.post-6342040584957313898</id><published>2008-09-29T10:44:00.044-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T19:56:05.631-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Canada'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends of Four'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conference'/><title type='text'>Toronto Airport Church, Conference...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Well I had a lot of fun with my friends late at nights and a couple other times, but the first two days we attended the conference I pretty much had fun with God. Thursday and Friday, I spent a lot of time with God, out on the floor drunk in His presence. Most of the time I'm not even sure what happened, but some of the time God showed me incredible things and just loved on me back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/SOKlxmuVywI/AAAAAAAAALU/zfxVXsOLA74/s1600-h/P9260059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 125px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/SOKlxmuVywI/AAAAAAAAALU/zfxVXsOLA74/s320/P9260059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251942387094506242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/SOKmeAES_7I/AAAAAAAAALc/504GNhcAt0k/s1600-h/P9260058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 167px; height: 125px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/SOKmeAES_7I/AAAAAAAAALc/504GNhcAt0k/s320/P9260058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251943149811728306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;- Emily laying in God's presence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;-&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Tim trying to sit with Cathy's help&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Saturday morning we decided to catch up on sleep and go only for the afternoon session and then ended up enjoying ourselves at the B&amp;amp;B instead and stayed in the kitchen till late into the night, talking, worshiping and all such fun and spiritual things we like to do together.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Sunday, we accidentally slept in till 10am, and since we had missed church (wh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;ich was 20 minutes away, and started at 10) and our hosts got back right then, we stayed and had a late breakfast and enjoyed another couple hours there. Then we all left and went our separate directions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/SOKpieXF8HI/AAAAAAAAALs/GPsRAown9H0/s1600-h/P9270080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 169px; height: 126px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/SOKpieXF8HI/AAAAAAAAALs/GPsRAown9H0/s200/P9270080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251946525197987954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/SOKrWA4yXkI/AAAAAAAAAL0/sNGEBOok9KU/s1600-h/P9270071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 169px; height: 128px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/SOKrWA4yXkI/AAAAAAAAAL0/sNGEBOok9KU/s200/P9270071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251948510151073346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;- Em &amp;amp; Tim enjoyn picts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;-&gt; Dave takn picts Sat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/SOKssYgmeCI/AAAAAAAAAL8/L0_Ngahk-So/s1600-h/P9270070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 126px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/SOKssYgmeCI/AAAAAAAAAL8/L0_Ngahk-So/s200/P9270070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251949993960831010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/SOKoWGrcstI/AAAAAAAAALk/kENPHqc_bH0/s1600-h/P9270088+mir.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 167px; height: 124px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/SOKoWGrcstI/AAAAAAAAALk/kENPHqc_bH0/s320/P9270088+mir.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251945213170856658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;. night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;- Hosts: Doug &amp;amp; Janis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;-&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Tim leadn worship late Sat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime in there, late Thursday, the Ingole parents came with friends from their church--Russ &amp;amp; Marsha, whom I had the pleasure of getting to know during our week attending the Florida revival. Then they left before we were up Saturday to go to the conference in Toronto, but somehow got lost and decided to enjoy the day at Niagara Falls before heading back home to do church in the morning (Mike Ingole is the pastor of the church in East Liverpool; where we are having the ladies conference this weekend, too, by the way). Sadly, I didn't see them much, so no pictures of them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;OTHER RANDOM PICTURES:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/SOKuCPUu4qI/AAAAAAAAAME/Ko8jt_XplUI/s1600-h/P9260057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 167px; height: 127px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/SOKuCPUu4qI/AAAAAAAAAME/Ko8jt_XplUI/s200/P9260057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251951468963881634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/SOKvwx1N4PI/AAAAAAAAAMU/jZkfxHuiVzk/s1600-h/P9270067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 124px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/SOKvwx1N4PI/AAAAAAAAAMU/jZkfxHuiVzk/s200/P9270067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251953368012546290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;- Em, studyn Bible, Sat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;-&gt; Getn ready, on way to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/SOKvwAcewII/AAAAAAAAAMM/MWan56KZjeY/s1600-h/P9270063+mir.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 124px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/SOKvwAcewII/AAAAAAAAAMM/MWan56KZjeY/s200/P9270063+mir.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251953354755457154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/SOKw5Hn2nPI/AAAAAAAAAMc/5uf9QhuyHng/s1600-h/P9250054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 167px; height: 124px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/SOKw5Hn2nPI/AAAAAAAAAMc/5uf9QhuyHng/s200/P9250054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251954610812656882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Conf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;- Cole strangln Tim to wake him, Sat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;-&gt; Em &amp;amp; I at church b4 meetn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/SOKx37JS-OI/AAAAAAAAAMk/-etoT3KAuLI/s1600-h/P9280089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/SOKx37JS-OI/AAAAAAAAAMk/-etoT3KAuLI/s320/P9280089.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251955689795025122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Our Gang before we seperated ways after noon, Sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Top row: Tim, Emily, &amp;amp; I (all FOFs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Then: Cole (friend of Ingole family &amp;amp; from OH)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Bottom Row: Dave (Tim's friend, and internet site manager), Cathy (his mom), &amp;amp; Michelle Harter (a FOF)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775553149122847883-6342040584957313898?l=livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/feeds/6342040584957313898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7775553149122847883&amp;postID=6342040584957313898&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/6342040584957313898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/6342040584957313898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/2008/09/toronto-airport-church-conference.html' title='Toronto Airport Church, Conference...'/><author><name>Hannah Joy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/Sot_7LhIPiI/AAAAAAAAAOY/eZ3ZFOnauDY/S220/P7260008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/SOKlxmuVywI/AAAAAAAAALU/zfxVXsOLA74/s72-c/P9260059.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775553149122847883.post-5056666273730536440</id><published>2008-09-25T08:22:00.024-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T17:16:06.160-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends of Four'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday parties'/><title type='text'>Golden Birthday...</title><content type='html'>Have you ever noticed its the simple things in life that make it better? small and simple can say more then big and expensive; if its with friends, sometimes it doesn't matter how much they spend on making a special day for you, its just special that they do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Emily, Michelle, and Cole got lost on their way to the church--they tried a short cut, which added over an hour to their trip--and got there just as the service was ending. The first thing Emily told me was to stay put, and Michelle ran out to the car for something while we mingled and talked with Pastor Jun. Then my surprise came--and boy was I worrie&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;d!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/SOGv0ol0cpI/AAAAAAAAAK0/b8iBHrU5PYc/s1600-h/P9240041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 178px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/SOGv0ol0cpI/AAAAAAAAAK0/b8iBHrU5PYc/s320/P9240041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251671959274812050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/SOGuXF3ArAI/AAAAAAAAAKk/bIkTzoaeVOw/s1600-h/P9240045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/SOGuXF3ArAI/AAAAAAAAAKk/bIkTzoaeVOw/s320/P9240045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251670352223841282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;- Em&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;P Jun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&amp;amp; I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;It was simple really. A big-beaded pink necklace wrapped around twice, a cute pink tiara, and a little wand. (Have I mentioned that my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;least&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt; favorite color is pink? And all shades of pink! So by default, also red?) Of course I had to wear it all for pictures, and was supposed to keep it on for the rest of the day (thankfully there was only 3hrs left and that was how long it would take to get to the B&amp;amp;B in Streetsville, Canada!)...The funny thing is, that as much as I abhor Pink and don't like being too girly (Can it get anymore girly then all pink and a tiara?) it was somehow cool. I was the princess for a couple hours. And it was my friends way of making it special. Once we were downstairs in the coffee house, hanging out and eating, they handed to me a little Victoria Secret bag (it's an old joke, but I swore I'd never be caught be dead carrying one of those bags through a mall, and ever since then I've  gotten gifts in those bags!). I was worried, again! (it would be like them put something "interesting" in there too) But all it was were a couple of those really cool musical cards about friendship (one was the show Friends, go figure), the Momma Mia soundtrack (woo who!), and a really cool picture of the three of us girls in Honduras together!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Then we had a really long, but really fun, road trip up to the B&amp;amp;B where we met up with Tim, his friend Dave, and his mom Cathy--who arranged this whole thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/SOGyQAEos5I/AAAAAAAAALE/Dg8CikwJY-8/s1600-h/P9250053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 159px; height: 119px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/SOGyQAEos5I/AAAAAAAAALE/Dg8CikwJY-8/s320/P9250053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251674628457804690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Of course, once there, we stayed up another couple hours to laugh and talk with each other--as seems to be our habit whenever we're together!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless you count the fact that my friends drove a couple hours out of their way to stop by and pick me up on my birthday, it really wasn't anything too big. Yet somehow it was one of the sweetest birthdays I've ever had (the only other one was when I turned 19 and my dorm-hall went together and made a special scavenger hunt for my gifts and gave me a cake at lunch)...I think I'm beginning to understand it's the company that makes the difference, not so much the price or place of the event, it's the fun, the laughter, the craziness of our interaction. And of course none of that is possible without the company, the actual friends! Thank God for my friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;To my friends &amp;amp; family, thank you for always making such simple days so special! I love y'all and I thank God for you, every day! May He bless you as your presence has blessed me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775553149122847883-5056666273730536440?l=livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/feeds/5056666273730536440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7775553149122847883&amp;postID=5056666273730536440&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/5056666273730536440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/5056666273730536440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/2008/09/golden-birthday.html' title='Golden Birthday...'/><author><name>Hannah Joy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/Sot_7LhIPiI/AAAAAAAAAOY/eZ3ZFOnauDY/S220/P7260008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/SOGv0ol0cpI/AAAAAAAAAK0/b8iBHrU5PYc/s72-c/P9240041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775553149122847883.post-9119978057850832048</id><published>2008-09-24T13:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T17:03:15.309-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Canada'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends of Four'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conference'/><title type='text'>The Day Ahead...</title><content type='html'>Well, today is my "Golden Birthday" (I'm turning &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;24&lt;/span&gt; today, which is the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;24th&lt;/span&gt;) and among many wonderful gifts, one of my friends is paying my registration so I can go to the conference with them in Toronto, ON, Canada! Its at the Airport Church up there, which oddly enough, I have never been to. I'm excited because I've always wanted to see Heidi Baker and she's one of the speakers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day is gonna go as follows (now that I'm all packed): at 3:30pm we are going to my cousins parent's house and having diner and hanging out because our pastor from the Philippines is here and we want to eat and commune with him every chance we have. Then at 6pm when we have our usual Wednesday night church meeting, we will go there and I will meet up with Emily &amp;amp; Michelle and a friend of the Ingole family. We will stay and listen to as much of Pastor Jun's preaching as possible, and then start our way up to Canada...There tonight Cathy Hoffman will being picking up her son, Tim Wright, and a friend of his at the airport. And tonight the FOF's (friends of Four) will be back together again and get to enjoy the conference together and with other friends and family also meeting us there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, Sunday we will all be parting ways again and heading to our separate homes. Until then, I not only expect to meet God in a new and awesome way through the conference, But I also anticipate great fun and interaction with my friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise God for His many blessings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt; HJ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775553149122847883-9119978057850832048?l=livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/feeds/9119978057850832048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7775553149122847883&amp;postID=9119978057850832048&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/9119978057850832048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/9119978057850832048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/2008/09/toronto.html' title='The Day Ahead...'/><author><name>Hannah Joy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/Sot_7LhIPiI/AAAAAAAAAOY/eZ3ZFOnauDY/S220/P7260008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775553149122847883.post-4878237181140800931</id><published>2008-09-15T12:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T21:04:10.998-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Women&apos;s Conference'/><title type='text'>The Weekend...</title><content type='html'>Well our &lt;a href="http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/2008/09/salamanca-womens-conference.html"&gt;conference&lt;/a&gt; went great! Tina was an awesome speaker (as I knew, but others hadn't yet) especially for the subject of Praise and Worship. I had a wonderful time with my friends Christine and Emily (who had to leave Saturday to preach somewhere else Sunday, which I heard went awesome and was along the same theme, too!). Christine got to stay till a few hours ago because she doesn't have to work till later today; but while she was here it was decided, she is now joining us to go to the Philippines! Hoorah! I was also blessed to receive a couple hundred for my trip from a friend, as well as have next years conference handed off to me (the subject is going to be on friendship and titled Forever Friends, so please come and bring your friend/s!)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and as an added bonus, for my birthday a friend is paying for my expenses to attend the conference in Toronto on my birthday. I really wanted to go, since I've never been and Heidi Baker is a speaker I've wanted to see since I first heard her of her a few months ago, but with trying to pay for the Philippines trip I couldn't do both. So I'm very happy about getting to do both! (Of course, I'm trusting God for the provision to still go to the Philippines; but I'm certain, when God calls, He provides. He has every time before, so He will again!)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now, I believe...I pray blessings to y'all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt; HJ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775553149122847883-4878237181140800931?l=livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/feeds/4878237181140800931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7775553149122847883&amp;postID=4878237181140800931&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/4878237181140800931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/4878237181140800931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/2008/09/well-our-conference-went-great-tina-was.html' title='The Weekend...'/><author><name>Hannah Joy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/Sot_7LhIPiI/AAAAAAAAAOY/eZ3ZFOnauDY/S220/P7260008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775553149122847883.post-8896750912380175658</id><published>2008-09-09T11:09:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T00:17:48.588-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends of Four'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Davismission'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missions'/><title type='text'>Planned Philippines...2008</title><content type='html'>This is just a note to keep us in your prayers. Half of the medical team has dropped out of going to the Philippines in October, and the lady who was going to lead the Bible School for the kids has dropped out too. We can still manage, but most of us who are still planning on going are very very short financially and all of us are wondering when--not if--God is going to provide; we need $2400 for the plane ticket in two weeks! Emily and Michelle could also use extra money to come up with the medical supplies they plan to bring...We appreciate and envy your prayers, so keep it up. In the end, The Lord will have just the right people going and all the things we need, right now we just need more faith!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love y'all and pray God blesses you back, continuously...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt; HJ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775553149122847883-8896750912380175658?l=livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/feeds/8896750912380175658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7775553149122847883&amp;postID=8896750912380175658&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/8896750912380175658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/8896750912380175658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/2008/09/planned-philippines2008.html' title='Planned Philippines...2008'/><author><name>Hannah Joy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/Sot_7LhIPiI/AAAAAAAAAOY/eZ3ZFOnauDY/S220/P7260008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775553149122847883.post-4599665063895491042</id><published>2008-09-01T15:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T12:29:05.165-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Women&apos;s Conference'/><title type='text'>Salamanca Women's Conference</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;On The Corner of Praise &amp;amp; Worship:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Sept 12-14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/SMGkV0ZbuJI/AAAAAAAAAI8/3AVkRBPADWc/s1600-h/dancing+music"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 155px; height: 116px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/SMGkV0ZbuJI/AAAAAAAAAI8/3AVkRBPADWc/s320/dancing+music" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242652135985494162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FREE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Registration Friday, 6-7 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meetings Friday, 7pm&lt;br /&gt;all day Saturday, 9am-9pm&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night, worship bash, 7pm&lt;br /&gt;Sunday church with lunch afterward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Main Speaker: Tina Davis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/SMGfnsn_5OI/AAAAAAAAAIc/DA5xdg5lOrs/s1600-h/Tina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 162px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/SMGfnsn_5OI/AAAAAAAAAIc/DA5xdg5lOrs/s320/Tina.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242646945578607842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Tina was born and raised&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; on the mi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;ssion field in Car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;acas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Venezuela, moving to Rochester, NY at the age of 10.   She moved to  Virginia Beach,  VA,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;o  attend Regent University, graduating with a joint Masters Degree in Community Counse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;ling and Practical Theology.  Tina has spend the last 15 years working with at-risk youth an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;d their families, specializing in substance abuse treatment for adolescents.  Tina has ministered through worship and the Word across America and internationally speaking at worship conferences, women's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; conferences, and other leadership venues.  She's been a worship leader for over ten years at New Life Providence Church in Virginia Beach, VA, and is currently the co-founder and director of King's Chamber, a worship and intercession ministry for an "audience of One."  She has recently become the leader &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;for a postmodern service, ministering to both the de-churched and unchurched in the community.  She and her wonderful husband, Christopher Davis, have been married for nearly 2 years, and have just returned from leading a worship and intercessory missions team to Turkey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Feel free to come and stay the night, but remember your:&lt;br /&gt;Bible &amp;amp; Journal&lt;br /&gt;Snacks to share&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping Bag&lt;br /&gt;Towel (showers available)&lt;br /&gt;Other toiletries&lt;br /&gt;Etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps 138:2 (NKJV)&lt;br /&gt;I will worship toward your holy temple, and praise your name for your lovingkindness and for your truth; for you have magnified your word above your name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/SMGjLo96bOI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Qtf9YOZdZKI/s1600-h/VCA+church.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 171px; height: 128px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/SMGjLo96bOI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Qtf9YOZdZKI/s400/VCA+church.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242650861606956258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOCATION:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Valley Christian Assembly&lt;br /&gt;Prospect Ave&lt;br /&gt;Salamanca, NY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me or Debby for more information&lt;br /&gt;And check out our schedule &lt;a href="http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/2008/09/salamanca-womens-conf-schedule.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775553149122847883-4599665063895491042?l=livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/feeds/4599665063895491042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7775553149122847883&amp;postID=4599665063895491042&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/4599665063895491042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/4599665063895491042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/2008/09/salamanca-womens-conference.html' title='Salamanca Women&apos;s Conference'/><author><name>Hannah Joy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/Sot_7LhIPiI/AAAAAAAAAOY/eZ3ZFOnauDY/S220/P7260008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/SMGkV0ZbuJI/AAAAAAAAAI8/3AVkRBPADWc/s72-c/dancing+music' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775553149122847883.post-4379627033930874684</id><published>2008-09-01T14:00:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T22:37:13.677-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Schedule'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Women&apos;s Conference'/><title type='text'>Salamanca Women's Conf. Schedule</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;FRIDAY, Sept 12, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;5:00-7:00PM Registration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;7:00-10:00PM Evening Session&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Worship-Josh &amp;amp; Angelina Creed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Speaker-Tina Davis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;10:00PM Snack &amp;amp; Fellowship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;SATURDAY, Sept 13, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;8:00AM Breakfast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;9:00AM Session One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Speaker, Dining Hall-Cheryl Harrison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;               &lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;_________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"Give Me One Good Reason"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Speaker, Sanctuary-Delores Chapel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;               &lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;_________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"Deborah: Warrior/Worshiper"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;10:30AM Session Two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Speaker, Dining Hall-Becky Ingole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;               &lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;_________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"A Call to Worship"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Speaker, Sanctuary-Cathy Hoffman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;_________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"Spiritual Warfare: You Can Be Free!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;12:30PM Lunch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;2:00-4:00PM Session Three&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Worship-Cathy Hoffman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Special Music-Linda Clute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Speaker-Tina Davis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;5:30PM Dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;7:00-9:30PM Worship Jamboree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Special Dance-Angelina Creed &amp;amp; Marie-Louise Davis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;_________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;"Holy of Holies"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Worship-Debby Davis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;10:00-12:00PM Fellowship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;SUNDAY, Sept 14, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;8:00AM Breakfast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;10:00-11:00AM Sunday School&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;11:00AM-1:00PM Morning Session&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Worship-Josh &amp;amp; Angie Creed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Speaker-Tina Davis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;1:30PM Lunch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775553149122847883-4379627033930874684?l=livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/feeds/4379627033930874684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7775553149122847883&amp;postID=4379627033930874684&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/4379627033930874684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/4379627033930874684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/2008/09/salamanca-womens-conf-schedule.html' title='Salamanca Women&apos;s Conf. Schedule'/><author><name>Hannah Joy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/Sot_7LhIPiI/AAAAAAAAAOY/eZ3ZFOnauDY/S220/P7260008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775553149122847883.post-5967349508386639105</id><published>2008-08-25T20:50:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T11:23:52.102-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Youth Conference'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Preaching'/><title type='text'>Missions: Honduras 2008</title><content type='html'>Just a quick note to let y'all know I returned safe and sound from Honduras on Saturday 23rd, flying into Pittsburgh, PA, around midnight. I went to church with the Ingole's and their church family Sunday morning before Bill Hoffman drove me home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HONDURAS was awesome! There are so many things I could say about the place, the people, the trip itself, but I'll try and limit myself just a little...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived in Roatán, Honduras, August 8th, drove across the island to a location across from The Key (a smaller island which never appears on maps and juts off of Roatán) and then took a couple boat trips across till we got our luggage and our team across...I must break quickly to mention our team consisted mostly of friends and church family to the Ingole Family, most of whom I had met at some time but only the Ingole's, Bill Hoffman, Pastor Joe (first week), and Michelle Harter (second week) did I truly know. Now, thanks to the trip, I can truly appreciate them and even better I can now call out most of the people in Jubilee church by name (that's saying something for me!)...back to the trip. We went to &lt;a href="http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/2008/03/mother-and-daughterthe-blessings-of.html"&gt;Brian's shack&lt;/a&gt;, which the guys would be tearing down and rebuilding during the two weeks we were there, and found all it's posts submerged under sewage water due to the recent rain. Bill Hoffman immediately responded with "we can't do this," however, as it turns out, the guys did manage to tear down the shack, dig holes, which they filled with cement, cement blocks, and more cement, and then add floor to the new building in the first week. And it was now stable. The neighbor across the path made a huge fuss, and continued to cause problems during the two weeks, then we found out she was into witchcraft and did intense prayer over the building between the morning and evening church services on the 17th. It did take till the very last minute on Friday the 22nd for the guys to finish the last bit of the new house (they finished by flashlight) before we left early Saturday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE FIRST WEEK&lt;/span&gt;, our team consisted of 12 people, then on Saturday two left (Pastor Joe and Pastor Amie) while 11 more arrived. It was rather full, then, at the mission house, but as I said before, I had a great time getting to know everyone...The first week, Monday-Wednesday, us ladies did a Bible School in the afternoon for the children of The Bite (the poor area, near the shack being torn down, and a Spanish-speaking area [The Key was mostly English/Island with little Spanish, while Roatán and it's Bite were Spanish with little English speakers present; yet they were oddly, only a quick boat ride away from each other!]). Wednesday morning, we also had a soup kitchen in the same building as the Bible School, and in the evening the Mission House where we stayed (which also has a school for the Key and a church) had its usual Wednesday Night church service which we attended. We saw almost 200 kids that last night in the Bite...Then Thursday we had a day off, for us ladies that is, and all but one of us went to a natural beach, which takes really long to get to, but was definitely worth it! Clear and calm, beautiful! Oh, and we stopped and shopped briefly on the way for little trinkets for family back home; maybe that's why the trip seemed so long!...Friday, while a couple of the ladies went to help the men, I and one stayed and rested--I was due for a nap!--and Emily went out boat riding/driving with three of her long-time friends from the area (they are now my friends to, we call them Yo, Jo, and Carretta)...Saturday Emily spent most of the day at the airport, dropping off two people and waiting forever for the next eleven to come, while Erin Fisher and I worked on making a cake at the neighbors, decorating it, then carrying it back over for Michelle Harter who's birthday we had missed because she was only coming in that day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE SECOND WEEK&lt;/span&gt; we did clinics. Monday and Thursday was in the same church as the Bible School had been in down at The Bite. Tuesday was quite a drive farther down the island, and Thursday was a long boat ride around a large section of the island. We saw nearly 700 people in the clinic over those four days, and blessed the people with medicine, care, love, and prayer. The first two days I was a gofer-girl (I ran between one nurses table and the clinic table for supplies), and the second two days, when Pastor Mike had to go back to help the guys, I took over the position of praying for each patient after they had been seen and giving them a little gift bag we had designed (various assortments of candy, pencils, rulers, combs, toothbrushes, toothpaste, cream or lotion, or other such little things they all appreciated!)...Friday was another day off for us ladies and once again we went to the beach, this time without any stops on the way there or back. And spent longer there before coming back earlier--we had to handle the Youth Service that night. In the end, most of the ladies helped the guys finish by flashlights and Emily, Michelle, and I were left at the last minute re-planning what we were going to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, and I forgot, the first Monday there Emily and I covered the chapel service for the school, and I shared my testimony of healing from the wheelchair. It was too early to be up and I crashed for an hour nap afterward, but it was good. All the more practice for the big Friday night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;, I preached for my first time! Not just sharing for a couple minutes, or giving my testimony, but preaching...Don't laugh, but I spoke on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Zacchaeus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Covenant of Friendship&lt;/span&gt;. Maybe you'll hear it sometime, or I'll post it here. At any rate, it came about because I opened my mouth and said I'd had something cooking. I was smart enough not to say it any sooner then that Friday, but I also said I had something because I felt the Lord urging me to share it and when we needed to come up with something at the last minute for that night, I thought "It's now, isn't it, God?" So I mentioned it...It went great! God was definitely there and was really hitting my interpreter. There were a couple times I had wait a while before she could speak again, once she sobbed and said "This comes straight from the Throne room!" and then, finally, she couldn't speak and a friend of hers in the back stood up and took over...I know I'm called to be a missionary, and through friend's and prophecies I've been told I'd preach, but now I can see it. I know God is moving me that way, and I'm glad He's using me...now matter how great or small!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for your prayers and support!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessing to y'all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt; Hannah Joy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775553149122847883-5967349508386639105?l=livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/feeds/5967349508386639105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7775553149122847883&amp;postID=5967349508386639105&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/5967349508386639105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/5967349508386639105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/2008/08/missions-honduras-2008.html' title='Missions: Honduras 2008'/><author><name>Hannah Joy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/Sot_7LhIPiI/AAAAAAAAAOY/eZ3ZFOnauDY/S220/P7260008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775553149122847883.post-2163894947760595132</id><published>2008-08-09T05:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T11:40:12.520-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding'/><title type='text'>Today: Honduras and Angelina</title><content type='html'>I have set this post to automatically appear as I am sitting in the Pittsburgh Airport waiting to take off for Honduras! FINALLY! But while you all are thinking about me and holding me up in prayer for the next two weeks, I hope you'll also remember a very special person today as well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY, at about 5pm, my cousin &lt;a href="http://angenjosh0809.blogspot.com/"&gt;Angelina&lt;/a&gt; will be marrying a wonderful guy named Josh. And boy, am I excited for them! It will take place back at home in Olean as I arrive in Honduras. I am terribly sad I won't be there (originally we were going to fly out the day AFTER, not OF, the wedding) but I want to give her and Josh a wonderful SHOUT OUT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Angie &amp;amp; Josh:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats you two! May this day be wonderful; as family and friends gather from all over, may you know you are truly loved and blessed. And may all your days ahead as one be truly God-filled and God-sent! May what occurs today in celebration be but a small representation of how much better it will get with each new day to come! God bless you both, and my prayers are with you as you fly to Hawaii tomorrow as well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775553149122847883-2163894947760595132?l=livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/feeds/2163894947760595132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7775553149122847883&amp;postID=2163894947760595132&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/2163894947760595132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/2163894947760595132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/2008/08/today-honduras-and-angelina.html' title='Today: Honduras and Angelina'/><author><name>Hannah Joy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/Sot_7LhIPiI/AAAAAAAAAOY/eZ3ZFOnauDY/S220/P7260008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775553149122847883.post-4110544851265083652</id><published>2008-08-05T12:17:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T11:40:12.526-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Women&apos;s Conference'/><title type='text'>Busy week...</title><content type='html'>This'll be short...Man is it getting busy around here! I'm trying to get ready to leave for my friends' house Friday, so we can fly out early Saturday morning for Honduras (I'm so excited, but also nervous; it's the first missions trip I've done with this group of people, so we'll see what it's like)! I'm also working on getting the brochure ready for the women's conference we will have in Salamanca in September (and it's looking snazzy! Almost professional, if I might brag!)...on top of that all, this house is filling up with preparations and people for &lt;a href="http://angenjosh0809.blogspot.com/"&gt;Angelina&lt;/a&gt; and Josh's wedding , which is also this weekend (congrats you two!)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775553149122847883-4110544851265083652?l=livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/feeds/4110544851265083652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7775553149122847883&amp;postID=4110544851265083652&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/4110544851265083652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/4110544851265083652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/2008/08/busy-week.html' title='Busy week...'/><author><name>Hannah Joy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/Sot_7LhIPiI/AAAAAAAAAOY/eZ3ZFOnauDY/S220/P7260008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775553149122847883.post-3825182538008930521</id><published>2008-08-01T12:47:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T11:40:12.528-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hairstyles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOL (Locks of Love)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>My New Doo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/SJCyTDlrNGI/AAAAAAAAAIE/_y5V3RAfaHI/s1600-h/2008+7-26+LOLhaircut2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 171px; height: 227px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/SJCyTDlrNGI/AAAAAAAAAIE/_y5V3RAfaHI/s400/2008+7-26+LOLhaircut2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228875207827731554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;July 26th&lt;/span&gt;: I looked over the internet and talked with my sister, Becky, on the phone. I tried to find out where they might do LOL (Locks of Love) locally, but all I could find is that they have an annual day for it. WAY back in May. But in the process I found the site for LOL and the instructions to do it myself! So guess what? Aunt Debby and I tied, cut, and bagged twelve inches of my hair! Yet it's still shoulder length...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/SJCyjK8D5zI/AAAAAAAAAIM/M833iyu-2rs/s1600-h/2008+7-28+NewMe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 242px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/SJCyjK8D5zI/AAAAAAAAAIM/M833iyu-2rs/s400/2008+7-28+NewMe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228875484678580018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;July 28th&lt;/span&gt; (late): we finally got some perm rods and a perm kit. For some reason none of the local stores carry it anymore, so when Cathy went and picked up her son, Tim, at the Buffalo airport she stopped by Sally's and got it for us...then Deb stayed up till almost midnight (she, Fred, and Weesy were leaving the next day, so it was then or a week later) and permed my hair. A long-time wish, finally come true! (one of these days, I'll do it when I've got long hair!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me a day later, with my hair pulled back:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/SJCy3BvLPtI/AAAAAAAAAIU/nZyK0cj1JVU/s1600-h/2008+7-29+NewMe2b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 289px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/SJCy3BvLPtI/AAAAAAAAAIU/nZyK0cj1JVU/s400/2008+7-29+NewMe2b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228875825805999826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775553149122847883-3825182538008930521?l=livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/feeds/3825182538008930521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7775553149122847883&amp;postID=3825182538008930521&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/3825182538008930521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/3825182538008930521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-new-doo.html' title='My New Doo...'/><author><name>Hannah Joy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/Sot_7LhIPiI/AAAAAAAAAOY/eZ3ZFOnauDY/S220/P7260008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/SJCyTDlrNGI/AAAAAAAAAIE/_y5V3RAfaHI/s72-c/2008+7-26+LOLhaircut2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775553149122847883.post-3762069308523877803</id><published>2008-05-24T01:00:00.016-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T11:40:12.530-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends of Four'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Virginia Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Regent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Revival'/><title type='text'>The Wanderer's Adventure Continues: Virginia Times: Worship Monday Night</title><content type='html'>I finally got some pictures from the prayer meeting we had on Monday night, and I thought I would share them with y'all so you can see it. As you can see, the FOFs (&lt;a href="http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/search?q=Michelle"&gt;Michelle&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/search?q=Emily"&gt;Emily&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/search?q=Tim"&gt;Tim&lt;/a&gt;, &amp;amp; I; see &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;TEAM: Africa 2008&lt;/span&gt;) are back together again in VA. But we are joined by a bunch of new friends we met while there, and I would like you to "meet" some of them! However, I don't remember everyone's names, just the ones I've hung out with more since then (so bare with me if I don't mention everyone in the pictures!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/SH-HvYpkORI/AAAAAAAAAHM/PTrrBYscNrc/s1600-h/VA1+prayer+-+Michelle%26DeeEtc2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/SH-HvYpkORI/AAAAAAAAAHM/PTrrBYscNrc/s400/VA1+prayer+-+Michelle%26DeeEtc2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224043340913457426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Above (L to R): David, Shannon, Dee, and Michelle Hartley...Don't you just love that stained glass window? Too bad there isn't a full picture of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is Paul playing guitar. He worships spontaneously, like &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BiQX6lgWU6o"&gt;Tim&lt;/a&gt;, and it's great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/SH-Hvi1oF7I/AAAAAAAAAHU/aCE-CGo9fOk/s1600-h/VA1+prayer+-+Paul2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/SH-Hvi1oF7I/AAAAAAAAAHU/aCE-CGo9fOk/s400/VA1+prayer+-+Paul2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224043343648397234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/SH-HvHfIgAI/AAAAAAAAAG8/aOWqnKMG5fM/s1600-h/VA1+prayer+-+Faith2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/SH-HvHfIgAI/AAAAAAAAAG8/aOWqnKMG5fM/s400/VA1+prayer+-+Faith2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224043336306294786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Above is Faith, who is a great leader and friend with a heart of gold and solid after God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below, on the bench (L to R) is Dee, Michelle Hartley, and Me. On the floor curled up in a tiny ball is Shannon, then two guys, then &lt;a href="http://www.brothertimo.com/FromTheRoadArchive.html"&gt;Emily Ingole&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.brothertimo.com/index.html"&gt;Tim Wright&lt;/a&gt;...I would've been on the floor then too, but Em had just beat me to the last spot I could slide off a bench to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/SH-HvSLYKWI/AAAAAAAAAHE/bIoGtTOonOc/s1600-h/VA1+prayer+-+FoF+Etc2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/SH-HvSLYKWI/AAAAAAAAAHE/bIoGtTOonOc/s400/VA1+prayer+-+FoF+Etc2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224043339176225122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/SH-HviM6vJI/AAAAAAAAAHc/hdeWXZ70pwc/s1600-h/VA1+prayer+-+TimEm%26HJ2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/SH-HviM6vJI/AAAAAAAAAHc/hdeWXZ70pwc/s400/VA1+prayer+-+TimEm%26HJ2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224043343477652626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Above is that row of worshipers on the floor again, but all of a like mind. Pretty cool picture, eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775553149122847883-3762069308523877803?l=livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/feeds/3762069308523877803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7775553149122847883&amp;postID=3762069308523877803&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/3762069308523877803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/3762069308523877803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/2008/05/virginia-times-worship-monday-night.html' title='The Wanderer&apos;s Adventure Continues: &lt;br&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:75%;&quot;&gt;Virginia Times: Worship Monday Night&lt;/span&gt;'/><author><name>Hannah Joy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/Sot_7LhIPiI/AAAAAAAAAOY/eZ3ZFOnauDY/S220/P7260008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/SH-HvYpkORI/AAAAAAAAAHM/PTrrBYscNrc/s72-c/VA1+prayer+-+Michelle%26DeeEtc2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775553149122847883.post-6000672948426726942</id><published>2008-05-20T02:39:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T11:40:12.532-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends of Four'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sooki'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Virginia Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Regent'/><title type='text'>The Wanderer's Adventure Begins: Traveling South</title><content type='html'>So, Sunday I found out my friends, Emily &amp;amp; Michelle were headed to Virginia Beach to meet up with Tim Wright and hang out. Well I wanted to go too, not only to be with them but to see me long-time college friend "Sooki" too (I haven't seen her in a year and they have an adorable little girl now). But the plane tickets to meet them were out of my price range, and I felt at peace with God--if that makes any sense--so I just went to bed figuring God knew what I wanted and if He wanted it for me, He's work it out. After all, I have also been dying to go down to Lakeland, FL too, but that will have to come in His perfect timing too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I woke up early yesterday morning at what I jokingly call an "un-Godly hour in the morning" (I'm a night person). While laying in bed, feeling quite peaceful and having had one of the most restful nights of sleep in a while I thought briefly of VA. Then had an odd thought: "wasn't there someone I knew going down?" I tossed the thought aside, and then it persisted. And with a name: Christopher!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I don't know why I had not thought of it sooner, he had been with us for the weekend and was leaving to go home soon! So I jumped up, asked Aunt Deb if he was heading out today and going straight through. She said "Yes" and that he was leaving in an hour. Well, I juggled my cell phone trying to get a hold of my friends--make sure they were serious about me staying with them in the their hotel room, and see if maybe they could get me back home later--while packing exceptionally fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then another thought hit me fast. A friend of mine, Erin, in Lisbon OH, had been begging me to come and stay with her and her family. Her mom (Erin's a younger friend) had said she would drive out and pick me up and take me back later. So I called them up quick to ask if I got a ride back up there later this week, if they would get me back to Olean next week sometime...I got another voice mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished packing, asked Chris for a ride and we left shortly afterward. Thankfully, Erin got back to me just before we left so I knew if Emily &amp;amp; Michelle would take me home with them when they returned to OH, they could get me to Erin's (who lives near Emily's parents) and sometime Erin's mom would get me back to Olean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never done anything so spontaneous in my life! and I still had not got a hold of my friends who were in VA when we left! And we were near DC before they finally called and said it was fine with them! My response was "Well, I sure hope so, 'cuz I'm on my way already!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night, Chris dropped me and my small bags off on the Regent Campus where I met up with my friends in the Library's Prayer room where I then met several more cool people and had an awesome time of prayer, praise, and fellowship well into the AM hours. Then we went to a restaurant and hung out longer. And now, I'm off to bed and a wonderful time with my friends in VA till late Thursday night when we leave for OH...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally traveling on the road, on my own, just like me dream! Like Aunt Deb said: "and you thought you needed a car to do that?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775553149122847883-6000672948426726942?l=livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/feeds/6000672948426726942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7775553149122847883&amp;postID=6000672948426726942&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/6000672948426726942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/6000672948426726942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/2008/05/travelers-adventure-begins.html' title='The Wanderer&apos;s Adventure Begins: &lt;br&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:75%;&quot;&gt;Traveling South&lt;/span&gt;'/><author><name>Hannah Joy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/Sot_7LhIPiI/AAAAAAAAAOY/eZ3ZFOnauDY/S220/P7260008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775553149122847883.post-2006207607803071869</id><published>2008-05-18T16:53:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T11:40:12.534-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding Shower'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Schedule'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EBI'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Healing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lima'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'>Time Flies...</title><content type='html'>Oi! It's been a while since I posted anything and a lot, and I mean a LOT, has happened!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MAY 13-14:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a leadership conference going on back in Lima at &lt;a href="http://elim.edu/"&gt;EBI&lt;/a&gt; for a few days, and my &lt;a href="http://davismission.blogspot.com/"&gt;Uncle Fred&lt;/a&gt; wanted to go up and meet with a few people he knew would be there around then. And I had been trying to figure out how and when I could get back up there to see my sister &lt;a href="http://www.childofgod322.blogspot.com/"&gt;Becky&lt;/a&gt; before she left and moved to the YWAM base in Idaho. So together, Fred and I went to Lima Tuesday and Wednesday. Fred stayed with my dad an hung out with whoever it was he went to meet with--something about video bible school's making, etc--and I stayed with my Mom and both &lt;a href="http://www.alifaidav.blogspot.com/"&gt;sisters&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/SEGvToXoSgI/AAAAAAAAAFk/b3erif62b_Q/s1600-h/BecLiz%26HJ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/SEGvToXoSgI/AAAAAAAAAFk/b3erif62b_Q/s200/BecLiz%26HJ.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206635396005906946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Of course, they were both working like crazy in the cafeteria of the school, but they did have off a couple hours in the middle of the afternoons, so I made it a point to be around then. Sadly, we only got one picture in of us together, and on the last day, but hey, at least we got one, right? We swapped our missions trips scrapbooks, found out awesome stories about each other's new friends (ones not even posted on blogs, so yeah I've got one over on all y'all! Muahahahaha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did have a blast the whole time I was up there. Got to see a few people I hadn't seen in a while on campus, talked about the awesome things God's been doing in and through my friends and I, handed out a couple newsletters, etc. Ended up talking to my old, and close friend Sister Debby Krueger for longer then originally intended, but who ever regrets about talking with her? And it was such an incredible blessing! Isn't she great? And yes, all you former EBI kids, she's is still up there punching away at her computer and praying for all of us (she still has all our pictures on her same old cork-board!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday night I went to the Lilac festival with a friend from my old home church, Christine, and we surprised another friend when we met up there--the second friend didn't know I was going to be in the area! Then Wednesday morning, at one of those unholy hours (I'm a night person, can you tell?), I got up and Christine picked me up before picking up another friend to take her to the airport. So I got to surprise to long-time and dear friends that weekend! And I had a blessed time telling them, also, all the cool stuff been going on with me--and making them a wee bit jealous, apparently...I also got to talk with my pastor's wife, the beloved Jeanie, for about half-hour on the phone as she was just getting back from visiting her new grandchild. Sadly, I didn't get to visit with her, but maybe next time I'm up?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday evening, then, I went out with Mom and her fiancée Roy Libby to Ruby Tuesdays. That was a little interesting. It wasn't bad being with them, just different--and for me, too soon--having mom with someone else in her life...For all you who are wondering, they are engaged, and the wedding is set for the end of August with only the kids present. Thankfully, I'll be back from Honduras shortly before that! ...Anyway, back to the meal. During and after the meal, I had a good chat with Roy. About what I'm up to, what God's been doing, and about his two children (who are about 7 years younger then mom!). I'll get to meet them the day of the wedding, so we'll see if they are as great as they sound!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly after that, Fred picked me up and we drove back home to Olean. And it was nice to crash for a little while!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MAY 16-17:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, Deb and I cooked up a storm in preparation for &lt;a href="http://angenjosh0809.blogspot.com/"&gt;Angie&lt;/a&gt;'s wedding shower the next day. Then in the evening, the church had its usual bi-weekly coffee house, but I didn't go. Instead I stayed at the house and finished up the cool Jello creation Deb and I were working on for Angie's wedding shower the next day, while dancing and watching the Florida Revival live on &lt;a href="http://us.god.tv/"&gt;God.tv&lt;/a&gt;. (It was a great service, as always--can't to go myself!)...Anyway, you should see that Jello thing!  Not too many people ate it Saturday, but we had a good turn out and a great time! It was themed of a Luau because their honeymoon is planned for Hawaii...Oh, and the Jello was blue Jello in a wide vase-like thing with gummy fish and other sea creatures in it. Then Dad rigged up a paper boat for on top and put it right next to a large fish I had managed to get stuck in there with his nose out of the water! (if I get a chance to download a pic from my phone, and figure out how to format it differently, maybe I'll add it...with a pic from the Lilac Festival, and one of lovely Angie at her shower!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MAY 18:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, at &lt;a href="http://vcany.org/"&gt;church&lt;/a&gt;, was incredible! I felt God so strongly I had a hard time standing straight. At one time I was bent over my guitar and eventually had to put it down and get on my knees for several minutes! Once again, I'm not sure what God did, but I know every time He is stronger in my life, and that I grow less and less--I care less about what people think now!--He does something! I did feel a stronger tingle in my hands and up my arms while kneeling and speaking in tongues; a sense that I am told, and beginning to believe, is what God does when His healing power in strong on my hands...time will tell what He does with that. And what I do with it! For now, I will try and be more in tune to His directions and begin to see things happen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That's about all&lt;/span&gt; for now, but God bless! And I pray I encourage you to step into what God has for you too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christ's love to y'all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt; Hannah Joy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775553149122847883-2006207607803071869?l=livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/feeds/2006207607803071869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7775553149122847883&amp;postID=2006207607803071869&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/2006207607803071869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/2006207607803071869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/2008/05/time-flies.html' title='Time Flies...'/><author><name>Hannah Joy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/Sot_7LhIPiI/AAAAAAAAAOY/eZ3ZFOnauDY/S220/P7260008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/SEGvToXoSgI/AAAAAAAAAFk/b3erif62b_Q/s72-c/BecLiz%26HJ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775553149122847883.post-3901569859807504688</id><published>2008-05-18T09:32:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T11:40:12.535-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crying Out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Perseverance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vision'/><title type='text'>Feast...</title><content type='html'>I just had a vision of a feast table, set before His people. He's standing at the head, arms spread wide and inviting, and saying "Partake."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe God is saying this anywhere, everywhere, no matter what we are facing at the time. It's not just for Sunday mornings and Wednesday evenings, it's for all times. And all of His children. When we came into his Kingdom as a child of His, we gained free access to Him and all He has for us. We can enter His presence with boldness and confidence (Ephesians 3:12). In fact, everything we seek is in Him &amp;amp; as a part of Him, it is Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did not ask us to be cup, poured out for others. Then to come back under the faucet to get refilled and refreshed. He asks us to remain under His fountain, to remain in the place where we will forever overflow. And the great thing is, that fountain is wherever we go. There for us to partake and continually partake of as often and wherever we are. Where a normal fountain is stationary, God is everywhere, just waiting for us to remain and continually cry out for more...Also, as we remain under the fountain, we overflow over all the sides of our cup, our vessel, (us, as a temple). Where as, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if&lt;/span&gt; we were to go out, then come back to be filled up; if we were to continue to pour out, tip over, we only pour out on that one side for one person. Rather then effect all those around us continually. As God intends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can have as much of God as we want. We can have all of Him. We can do greater works then Jesus did (John 14:12). We can be so consumed with Him, continually drawing from His never-ending source, that even that which we think of as dark--like our shadow--can be consumed with His glory and used by Him! ...I can remember a little girl I knew long ago, who used to be terrified of stepping on someone's shadow. In fact, she was afraid of her own shadow for a while and hated to see it following her! Yet that which can terrify, can be redeemed for His glory! Like Peter, our shadows could heal those we just pass by (Acts 5:15)! Or, we could do even more mind-boggling and greater works then that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is my body, which was broken for you..." (1 Corinthians 11:24)&lt;br /&gt;Do not stop partaking of Him, and all He has for us! Drink up! Soak in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christ's love to y'all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt; Hannah Joy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775553149122847883-3901569859807504688?l=livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/feeds/3901569859807504688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7775553149122847883&amp;postID=3901569859807504688&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/3901569859807504688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/3901569859807504688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/2008/05/feast.html' title='Feast...'/><author><name>Hannah Joy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/Sot_7LhIPiI/AAAAAAAAAOY/eZ3ZFOnauDY/S220/P7260008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775553149122847883.post-1218888177357229924</id><published>2008-05-12T23:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T11:40:12.537-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Revival'/><title type='text'>Soak it in...</title><content type='html'>WoW! Isn't God incredible! Ha, Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been entering into His mighty presence every night for a while. I can't seem to get enough! And even just at nights it's not enough! Praise God! I'm starving! Ha, Ha! I keep being "distracted" by God. Trying to work on my Philippines scrapbook and get 2006 part done before going for a visit to Lima means working on it some more today. Because God had just kept "distracting" me! Not just at night, not just throughout the night, but throughout the day too. Sometimes I just get an urging, and I know I need a few minutes alone with Him. Find out what's up. I wake up at all hours of the night, with His presence so strong in the room that I cannot sleep. Nor do I want to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's is nothing more awesome then to LIVE in His presence. His constant, overflowing, presence. His peace, His joy, always right there. His filling, refilling, and overflowing...WoW! Ha, Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not even sure what happened Sunday night, when I attended the Florida Revival via the Internet (God.Tv). I didn't think much happened then. But I woke up this morning and so much had happened! More things were broken, and more healing occurred...God is here! And He's never leaving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how I love it! God is sooooo good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have been done with the 2006 part of the Philippines scrapbook last Wednesday at the latest. But GOD is the best "distraction" in the world! Woo, who! (Yes, even I squeal now!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha, Ha! Soak it in people! There is a revival sweeping the nations and it's never ending!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let it come, Lord! Let it keep coming!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775553149122847883-1218888177357229924?l=livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/feeds/1218888177357229924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7775553149122847883&amp;postID=1218888177357229924&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/1218888177357229924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/1218888177357229924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/2008/05/soak-it-in.html' title='Soak it in...'/><author><name>Hannah Joy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/Sot_7LhIPiI/AAAAAAAAAOY/eZ3ZFOnauDY/S220/P7260008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775553149122847883.post-1482727492728233552</id><published>2008-05-11T01:58:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T11:40:12.541-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Perseverance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Healing'/><title type='text'>Don't Quit!</title><content type='html'>DON'T QUIT! I don't know that I can emphasis that enough! DON'T QUIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again and again, we earnestly seek something and it does not come to pass!&lt;br /&gt;Again and again, we pray for someone and see no results!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing more discouraging then praying for someone and seeing nothing happen. Then earnestly praying, earnestly pressing in, pushing for the Lord to heal this person and getting nothing. It is a lot easier to pray for someone or something removed from us; to pray when the person is not around, even, because then if nothing happens we don't 1) look like such a fool, and 2)we don't get as discouraged! When we are not around, we can stop praying after hours, lay down for the night, and when we next talk to the person and find nothing happened, it's all right. That was yesterday. This is today...perhaps it was impatience, but now it's complacency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about you, but I get discouraged. I, for one, am not healed completely. I still suffer the after affects of the medicine I was on and the permanent crippling of the disease of Arthritis. I don't know how many times I've stomped and prayed till I was red in the face, or how many times I knelt and pushed, or how many times I cried in all earnestness till the tears dried up. Yet still nothing! I've been to prayer services, watched ones on the Internet, read the books, heard the preachings, tried everything I could think of. And I am thankful for being out of the wheelchair (don't get me wrong), but that's not enough! I've laughed hysterically under the influence of the Spirit, "fallen out" under the overflow of the Holy Ghost, and completely surrendered to Him till I was twitching uncontrollably or dancing like a maniac under the electrical power surges coursing through my heart; yet nothing physically has been completed! Don't get me wrong, again, it has started again; I grew an inch within a week after Philippines 2007 trip, I was delivered of my milk allergy while on that same trip, I've grown and matured in other non-physical ways, and begun to know and even feel the Divine Presence of the Lord as an everyday, almost minutely experience. YET, still, the physical remains bent and crippled. The straightening has started in my back, but what I would give for the foot over night! After all, if that was not impossible for me to believe as a child, why should it be any more impossible for God to do now that my mind knows how much more impossible that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;should&lt;/span&gt; be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children have such incredible faith. They'll believe anything you tell them. I remember when I was about 6 years old and my Dad was joking one night about not wanting to take out the trash. It was raining and he said he might melt! To this day, I can still hear my little sister begin to weep uncontrollably as he stepped outside with the trash. Mom kept trying to console her and tell her Dad would be back shortly. But when I explained she might have actually believed Dad would melt, we all waited. And as soon as Dad came back, Mom made sure he went to my sister and showed her, and told her, that he had only been joking and was perfectly fine. Being a resilient child, she was fine within a few minutes and off having fun, but I'll never forget that example of a child's simple belief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When nothing happens as we pray and continue to seek God for a miracle, and we get discouraged, we--or at least I do--ask what happened. I always want to know why it didn't happen. Did I not have enough faith? Or perhaps the person I was praying for, did they not have enough faith? We are reminded constantly to be like little children (Mat. 18:3), and told that in order to have a peace that passes understanding (Php. 4:7) we have to give up our right to understand, yet we still ask. We still want to know what &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we&lt;/span&gt; can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I wish I knew. I really do. But the one thing I do know, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;God will work regardless&lt;/span&gt; of any seeming hindrances, when it is time! After all, He is God of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; things. Hindrances, principalities (Rom. 8:38), lack of faith (Rom. 3:3, II Tim. 2:13), etc, all included!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOOOO: DON'T QUIT!&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up! Between us all, I'm sure all the hours are filled with prayers for the same people and situations. Between all of us who continue to persevere on other's behalf, or stand firm with them, I'm sure the hour will come when deliverance comes in the flesh again! But what will happen if we don't stand firm? It'll probably still happen, but you'll miss out on your part, your blessing of persevering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ask...seek...knock, and it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt; be opened to you..." (Matt. 7:7 &amp;amp; Luke 11:9)&lt;br /&gt;DON'T QUIT!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it can be embarrassing to stand at the proverbial door at 3am (which is the time it is now) and bang on it loud enough to wake the neighbors and then some. But if we truly want something bad enough, we'll be willing to suffer all (to sell all; see Matt. 13:44) to get it. Even if that means we look stupid when nothing happens, the neighbors wake up and yell at us, and yet we go back again and again, night after night! (see Luke 18:1-8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to think it was bad to want something really bad from God, like healing. After all, wasn't it possible we were looking for Him to do something for us, instead of reaching for Him? Yeah, it is. But even if that is the case, even if a miracle happens in another country to a few unbelievers, does it not point the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;way&lt;/span&gt; to God? by showing them His miracle-working hands, are we not showing them Him, even if only the smaller part of just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;His&lt;/span&gt; hands?&lt;br /&gt;I had a vision in January, in it I saw all the gifts, all the miracles, all the desires we have ever sought from Christ. And they were not sitting in front of Him. But rather, they were &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Him&lt;/span&gt;. They were in Hi gut! And by reaching for them, we &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;were&lt;/span&gt; reaching for Him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So How much of God do you want? Enough to be called foolish? Or look stupid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough to NOT QUIT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope so...I pray together we both remain in this fight, and together, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; we will all see the full manifestation of Christ &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;through&lt;/span&gt; us--the Person of Christ, in the flesh, our flesh--once again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON'T QUIT!&lt;br /&gt;And it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt; come to pass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke 18:1 "...to show that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;at all times they ought to pray and not to lose heart&lt;/span&gt;..."&lt;br /&gt;I Cor. 16:13 "Be on the alert, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stand firm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in the faith, act like men, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;be strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;Eph. 6:10 "Finally, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;be strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in the Lord and in the strength of His might."&lt;br /&gt;II Tim. 2:1 "You therefore, my son, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;be strong&lt;/span&gt; in the grace that is in Christ Jesus."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stand with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt; Hannah Joy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775553149122847883-1482727492728233552?l=livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/feeds/1482727492728233552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7775553149122847883&amp;postID=1482727492728233552&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/1482727492728233552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/1482727492728233552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/2008/05/dont-quit.html' title='Don&apos;t Quit!'/><author><name>Hannah Joy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/Sot_7LhIPiI/AAAAAAAAAOY/eZ3ZFOnauDY/S220/P7260008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775553149122847883.post-5620795157159038745</id><published>2008-05-10T05:30:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T00:39:01.420-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crying Out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal'/><title type='text'>Burning Bush...</title><content type='html'>I fell asleep last night watching the rerun of the Florida Revival on the Internet (I had watched it live, already, I just wanted something decent to rest in God's presence to for a bit). Next thing I knew, I had fallen asleep (which I almost never do to any noise at night!) and then I was waking up to Misty Edwards live from the IHOP prayer room. I do not remember what she was singing, or what all was being said--I know it was incredible--but in my half-awake stupor I caught the words about a flame, or a fire, or something on that line. Suddenly I broke out in a cry in my heart, and though I never fully woke up, I prayed earnestly and fell back asleep with this cry on my lips (copied from my journal &amp;amp; heart).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I copy it for y'all to read? So you may be witness to it. To hold me in prayer, and to know what the Father is doing in my life! And, perhaps, to be a witness and encouragement to you too! For what we desperately cry out for, what we earnestly seek, that we shall find! "seek, and ye shall find..." Let us find it together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Father,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to just &lt;/span&gt;bring&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Your fire, I want to &lt;/span&gt;be&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Your fire! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I want to be consumed! I want to be a burning bush to the nations! I don't want to just sit on the side-lines and watch, I want to &lt;/span&gt;be&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;Be&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You, in the flesh, again! Be Your fire! Be Your peace! Be Your bush, a burning, unquenchable, all-consuming bush!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am desperate! I'm not content where I am! I want more, much more! But not just for a short time; continuously over-abundance of You! To be consumed, filled to forever overflow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May I not only have the boldness, as in Ephesians, to come before You, but may it overflow to my approach to others! I have an unrefined bluntness, but I believe it is a gift from You which, as I said, is unrefined or immature! CHANGE that! Use me, Father! Make me bold for You!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A burning bush in the desert of other's lives! Consume me! So all the junk within will be nothing--less, even, then ashes--and all I have for You will be to bring glory to You as it shines brighter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BURN ME!                                Set ME ablaze!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BURN ME!                                Make me &lt;/span&gt;be&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Your burning bush, forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BURN ME!                        ablaze in Your presence and to Your honor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your desperate daughter,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt; Hannah Joy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775553149122847883-5620795157159038745?l=livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/feeds/5620795157159038745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7775553149122847883&amp;postID=5620795157159038745&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/5620795157159038745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/5620795157159038745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-fell-asleep-last-night-watching-rerun.html' title='Burning Bush...'/><author><name>Hannah Joy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/Sot_7LhIPiI/AAAAAAAAAOY/eZ3ZFOnauDY/S220/P7260008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775553149122847883.post-853214300068682690</id><published>2008-05-09T07:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T01:20:58.962-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Healing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prophecy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vision'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dream'/><title type='text'>Healing Ministry</title><content type='html'>I don't know if I dare post this, as it seems a bit bold, but I just "came to" (as it were) from what I believe is a vision. It started as more of a thought, or an imagination, but I know in the end it was so much more, so much more God controlled as when I "woke" from it, time had flown here in my bedroom and I had missed the sun rising and the day starting. Yet I feel it is worth saying, because of the pivotal role children will play in this move of God.....It started with the memories of all the prophecies I've received, and my desperate prayers, concerning my operating in a healing ministry. Of my thoughts on my trip to Honduras (Woo, who!) and many other future trips I know the Lord has worked out for my future. And both other prophecies and my own visions, of standing in front of throngs of people...and this is how it played out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It was a church, appearing very much as the second one we had our Women's Conference in while in Benin this February. Cement walls, simple platform, skinny building yet crowded out with people. And more people outside...It was not as crowded as perhaps some of the prophecies have been, nor was it anywhere as near as large as what people have seen me in, but I sensed it was closer to the beginning of the Lord being gloried through His healing hands on mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood up and preached, I think--I definitely spoke for quite a while if I was not meant to preach. Oddly, now I do not remember what I said. What stands out was what happened next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had all the sick children, those who &lt;/span&gt;wanted&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; to come up for prayer and healing, to come up. And one by one I prayed over them...Then I did something that had never occurred to me before (it was as though I had done this in a few churches before?) and then asked those children who had been prayed for and where willing to go out and lay hands on the adults who were seeking healing from various ailments. I asked the adults to sit, and raise their hands, keeping them up till after they had been prayed for, and then I wondered the isles and prayed while the children spread out and watched the healing fire which had so shortly before been imparted to them, be spread to their parents and other adults!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'm not a big kid-person. Kid's are alright, but better off playing with the people who prefer to play with them; the more energetic, fun loving, adults or baby-sitters out there, then with me. Yet every now-and-then, I get in a weird mood and suddenly notice a child or two around me. Once in the Philippines I noticed three young girls, about three years old, and ended up dancing and staying with them throughout the entire service. Why? Because I suddenly felt drawn to them and oddly felt as though I was looking at the next generation of people like myself (I had been drawn to Christ and had accepted Him as my Savior at age three), and I could no sooner reject the calling of God on their lives then I could enjoy adults who rejected it on my life while I was young!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And then I had this vision. And during it, as I was about to call all those who desired healing to come up and be prayed for, I suddenly felt that same odd feeling and instead asked the children who desired healing to come forth. I asked the parent's not to push their children up, but if their children &lt;/span&gt;wanted&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; to come up, then I encouraged them too. And then I encouraged the children to operate in the healing, believing that as I had prayed for them I had imparted healing to them which is never something to be kept inside but to be shared! (as is everything else in the Kingdom!). I'm sure there were adults having issues that &lt;/span&gt;I&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, who they had asked to show up, had not laid hands on them. But I have never liked a name being attached to a healing, at least any other name but Christ's! So, in this way, I stretched their faith in healing being from God, regardless of who operated in it, and also in that God has and continues to call &lt;/span&gt;children&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; to His kingdom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We are to be as children! Simple faith, such a simple act! We make it so complicated, especially in the US, and especially us analytical thinkers! How I over analyze everything! Trying to figure out when, where, how...Yet true understanding, true peace, comes from a lack of understanding. An innocence to the situation, allowing Christ to truly govern in it all, and thereby bring true glory to Himself! A "peace that passes understanding", requires a lack of understanding. Some lack to the "grasping the concept" idea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you alright with having your mind being blown away?&lt;br /&gt;If not, then I pray your innocence will be restored! And His peace will govern your life as He takes the reins and you, well, you just enjoy the ride of your life! For was it not, when we were not fully trained in how to handle the reigns, that we enjoyed God and His goodness better? So let's give those reigns back! And lets see His children be restored to their rightful place in the Kingdom (and that includes us adults who are having our childhood restored in the Kingdom!). May we all have child-like faith, no matter our earthly age!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this wasn't too blunt...but I thought I would share it!&lt;br /&gt;Christ's love to y'all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt; Hannah Joy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775553149122847883-853214300068682690?l=livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/feeds/853214300068682690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7775553149122847883&amp;postID=853214300068682690&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/853214300068682690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/853214300068682690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/2008/05/healing-ministry.html' title='Healing Ministry'/><author><name>Hannah Joy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/Sot_7LhIPiI/AAAAAAAAAOY/eZ3ZFOnauDY/S220/P7260008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775553149122847883.post-1324996127786701348</id><published>2008-04-30T03:33:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T01:30:29.567-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Testimony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Healing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conference'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God Works'/><title type='text'>Healing hands...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How much of God do you want? You can have as much as you want...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at my hands. They're small; short chubby fingers. The works...nothing special. Yet God has called them healing hands...and that is what I've been seeking from God lately. In prayer. And fasting. The gift of healing, He promised so long ago. A gift He offered on the cross with His blood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, while at the conference, someone encouraged me to go pray for one of my young friend's mother, who has been having problems. (She has had so many surgeries and operations over the past few years, and was struggling with some problems that weekend it was a miracle she even came to the service Sunday!) I don't know why I didn't even argue the point in my point, I just went over to the mother and prayed for her. Don't really remember what I said, anymore; it's probably irrelevant anyway. All I know is that is she was healed! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Praise God&lt;/span&gt;! And then this past Monday I got a phone call, and apparently she had a doctor appointment later last week. And--of course--the doctor confirmed that she was healed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, again, look at my hands...it's not about them. They are just hands. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My&lt;/span&gt; hands...What I found where &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;God's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;hands. Big, strong, powerful hands! Hands that can move mountains!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can have as much of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt; as we want...&lt;br /&gt;So how much are you seeking for Him in your life? Did you find it yet?&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you do, don't quit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775553149122847883-1324996127786701348?l=livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/feeds/1324996127786701348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7775553149122847883&amp;postID=1324996127786701348&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/1324996127786701348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/1324996127786701348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/2008/04/healing-hands.html' title='Healing hands...'/><author><name>Hannah Joy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/Sot_7LhIPiI/AAAAAAAAAOY/eZ3ZFOnauDY/S220/P7260008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775553149122847883.post-8527249287492860377</id><published>2008-04-24T07:32:00.024-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:54:26.268-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philippines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesbian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Davismission'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Africa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Testimony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Newsletter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Healing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Revival'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Benin Orphanage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Women&apos;s Conference'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Preaching'/><title type='text'>A Little note from Haney-Pack Where packing means carrying Christ to the Nations</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHILIPPINES 2007:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shapetype id="_x0000_t75" coordsize="21600,21600" spt="75" preferrelative="t" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" filled="f" stroked="f"&gt;  &lt;v:stroke joinstyle="miter"&gt;  &lt;v:formulas&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="if lineDrawn pixelLineWidth 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 1 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum 0 0 @1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @2 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 0 1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @6 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @8 21600 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @10 21600 0"&gt;  &lt;/v:formulas&gt;  &lt;v:path extrusionok="f" gradientshapeok="t" connecttype="rect"&gt;  &lt;o:lock ext="edit" aspectratio="t"&gt; &lt;/v:shapetype&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_s1029" type="#_x0000_t75" style="'position:absolute;" wrapcoords="-195 0 -195 21462 21600 21462 21600 0 -195 0"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:/DOCUME~1/HANNAH~1.HAN/LOCALS~1/Temp/msoclip1/01/clip_image001.jpg" title="Kim" croptop="12936f" cropbottom="7616f" cropleft="19480f" cropright="21869f" gain="74473f" blacklevel="3932f" grayscale="t"&gt;  &lt;w:wrap type="tight"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/SBdQQAh07bI/AAAAAAAAAE8/sgicqBhFUPg/s1600-h/Kim+-cropd.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 122px; height: 191px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/SBdQQAh07bI/AAAAAAAAAE8/sgicqBhFUPg/s200/Kim+-cropd.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194708931145166258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;    Her name was Kim (with a Spanish “I,” like Keem).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; She live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;d in a remote&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;tow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;n &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;on t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;he little island of Busuanga, part of the Palawan cluster of islands in the Philippines and a twelve hour boat ride from Puerto Princessa, Palawan. Like some of the Filipinos who attended the small church in Chey (pronounced chew-y) during the time the missionaries where there holding conferences, Kim was there to help out. She wanted to en&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; the free food and did not want to be affected by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; the meetings; nor did she ex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;pect it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;    During the first night of meetings, the Holy Spirit fell so strongly that not only w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ere most of the Filipinos either falling out under the power of God or laughing with the Joy of the Lord, but so did most of the missionary team! Not a person was un-effected. That is except Kim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_s1027" type="#_x0000_t75" style="'position:absolute;left:0;text-align:left;" wrapcoords="-212 0 -212 21445 21600 21445 21600 0 -212 0"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:/DOCUME~1/HANNAH~1.HAN/LOCALS~1/Temp/msoclip1/01/clip_image003.jpg" title="DSCF2552" croptop="3997f" cropbottom="32527f" cropleft="26641f" cropright="22981f" gain="61604f" blacklevel="3932f" grayscale="t"&gt;  &lt;w:wrap type="tight"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;    She was outside preparing a late night snack for everyone when she was drawn in by the laughter and joy lighting up the night air. She peeked in the back church door, and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; the next thing she knew, several hours later she was staggering and laughing her way out the door on the arms of one of the young missionary women.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/SBdTMwh07eI/AAAAAAAAAFU/6Xu7qcPfBK4/s1600-h/hannah+-cropd.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 108px; height: 142px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/SBdTMwh07eI/AAAAAAAAAFU/6Xu7qcPfBK4/s200/hannah+-cropd.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194712173845474786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;y name is Hannah Davis, but my nickname is Haney-Pack as I am always giving out waist-level hugs! I was one of the team my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Aunt Debby took to the Phili&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ppines last fall. We saw several people healed and delivered while we traveled across the islands and while we ministered at the churches. Though the whole trip was awesome, I was specifically affected by what happened during our week in Chey. Not only did God talk to us and give us new revelations while under the influence of the Holy Spirit, but He used us too! Even in ways we never knew of at the time it occurred!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;While we spoke, shared, talked, and enjoyed our time in the meetings, the Lord touched Kim and many others like her! But for Kim, it was extra special. After that first meeting, she shared with us her testimony! During that meeting, though not a word had ever been spoken about or prayed over her concerning her being Lesbian, she was immediately delivered from it! And when we last saw her, she could not stop commenting about how handsome a certain young man looked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What’s more, the Lord is still moving in that little town. The Lord is anxiously waiting to impart more to His people! &lt;i&gt;Every&lt;/i&gt; night since we left that little church, they have been having meetings and God has been there waiting &lt;i&gt;every&lt;/i&gt; night! Amazing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_s1026" type="#_x0000_t75" style="'position:absolute;left:0;text-align:left;" wrapcoords="-132 0 -132 21502 21600 21502 21600 0 -132 0"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:/DOCUME~1/HANNAH~1.HAN/LOCALS~1/Temp/msoclip1/01/clip_image005.jpg" title="Me n Abel 2" cropbottom=".125" cropleft="8180f" gain="93623f" blacklevel="1966f" grayscale="t"&gt;  &lt;w:wrap type="tight"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;AFRICA 2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;008:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_s1028" type="#_x0000_t75" style="'position:absolute;left:0;text-align:left;" wrapcoords="-136 0 -136 21467 21600 21467 21600 0 -136 0"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:/DOCUME~1/HANNAH~1.HAN/LOCALS~1/Temp/msoclip1/01/clip_image007.jpg" title="SD530239" croptop="7464f" cropbottom="18546f" cropleft="20207f" cropright=".25" gain="79922f" blacklevel="1966f" grayscale="t"&gt;  &lt;w:wrap type="tight"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/SBdQhQh07cI/AAAAAAAAAFE/YQ5gUT7jvuQ/s1600-h/Me+n+Abel+2+-cropd.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 137px; height: 181px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/SBdQhQh07cI/AAAAAAAAAFE/YQ5gUT7jvuQ/s200/Me+n+Abel+2+-cropd.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194709227497909698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;was about five years &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;old and his name wa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;s Abel (pronounced Ah-bell).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; He was one of over eighty children at the orphanage in Benin, West Africa; the orphanage Pulcherie ran and the visiting missionary team tried to support. While several of the orphans were adoptable, Abel was not for his mother was still alive, though she resided indefinitely at an asylum for the mentally ill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Abel had a cute smile and a ready laugh, but mostly he just loved to be held. He was a rambunctious boy and did not like to sit still long, so rather then stay in one person’s arms continuously, he would clamber from one missionary team member to another. And he never stopped smiling!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/SBdS2Ah07dI/AAAAAAAAAFM/zjdwIsvRJec/s1600-h/me+preaching+-cropd.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 152px; height: 157px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/SBdS2Ah07dI/AAAAAAAAAFM/zjdwIsvRJec/s200/me+preaching+-cropd.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194711783003450834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;For the first week in Africa we held two ladies conferences in the morning and afternoons, and went to different churches in the evenings. We saw many people uplifted and delivered of various ailments and diseases; I saw one girl, who as I prayed for her to see, her eyes suddenly lined up and she looked right at me! While another young lady was delivered of a demon when a friend prayed for her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But, perhaps, one of the most memorable times for me was the second week. It started out with an awesome youth meeting, where the youth on our team—including me—went and each took turns sharing. I had almost nothing to say as I stood up to share, but each time the interpreter finished and I opened my mouth again the next words where there! As a result of all of us allowing God to use us outside of our usual comfort zones, the meeting became a powerful prayer, worship, and time of intercession! We did not get back to our rooms till very, very late! But it had been totally worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Then, for the next several days, we went to the orphanage we are trying to raise support for. While several on our team played and distracted most of the children, the two nurses looked over each child one at a time, and when they were done looking over that child, I prayed for, blessed, and gave him or her a candy. But in between each child, I sat and held one of the younger children and kept a small, enraptured group entertained with little games or tickling. And if I were to choose a favorite, it would have been Abel; he had an incredible smile and beautiful laugh, which I constantly tried to draw out with another tickle!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;OVERALL:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;In the last year and half I have been blessed with traveling to many places in the US, West Africa, and the Philippines! My dream has always been to be a missionary, travel, and help missionaries. And starting in 2006, that has been exactly what I have been doing! I have been helping and ministering with Fred &amp;amp; Debby Davis as part of DavisMission. It has been awesome to be such a blessing to those we meet and those I live with; albeit, it has been a big stretching, growing, and learning experience as I learn to get along &lt;i&gt;outside&lt;/i&gt; of my comfort zone—my bedroom! I have learned much about trusting God in the everyday mission’s life, but I have been enjoying every minute of it too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;With God’s help, all things are possible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I am expecting to continue in this ministry and traveling to carry God to the nations with my Uncle and Aunt; but I also hope soon to venture out with friends and on my own too! We hope to go to the Philippines again in October, perhaps finally go to somewhere in East Europe next year, and I am also planning on traveling to Honduras with my nurse friends this August.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;PRAY:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Please pray for God’s guidance and continuous direction, as we travel and minister both in the&lt;br /&gt;US and abroad&lt;br /&gt;- The provisions necessary to continue this work,&lt;br /&gt;- And for the orphans in Benin, whom we are trying to raise support for!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;As the Lord blesses us, may you also know his blessings “exceedingly abundantly above all that we may ask or think, according to the power that worketh in us” (Eph 3:20)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Christ's love to y'all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt; Hannah Joy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775553149122847883-8527249287492860377?l=livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/feeds/8527249287492860377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7775553149122847883&amp;postID=8527249287492860377&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/8527249287492860377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/8527249287492860377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-newsletter.html' title='A Little note from Haney-Pack &lt;br&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:75%;&quot;&gt;Where packing means carrying Christ to the Nations&lt;/span&gt;'/><author><name>Hannah Joy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/Sot_7LhIPiI/AAAAAAAAAOY/eZ3ZFOnauDY/S220/P7260008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/SBdQQAh07bI/AAAAAAAAAE8/sgicqBhFUPg/s72-c/Kim+-cropd.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775553149122847883.post-8120962054531975525</id><published>2008-04-14T12:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T22:24:20.945-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends of Four'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God Works'/><title type='text'>God...</title><content type='html'>Have you ever just stopped and listened? Focused on the past, but the good and not the bad? Just stopped, or even kept going, but thought of God as you did?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited. In about two days I'll be on the road for six hours with nothing but music, God, and a friend who enjoys both as much as I do. Then we'll meet two other friends and hang out with them almost two days, just us four (yes, it'll be another reunion of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Friends of Four&lt;/span&gt;, or FoF--see &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;TEAM: Africa 2008&lt;/span&gt;). And I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; God will show up in amazing ways! Even when it is just the fun of hanging out with close friends, it is still God-ordained! In laughter and fun--clean, Christian fun, that is--with friends, God is still glorified and always shows up. After all, He's not just a judge, He's our savior and I'm certain He takes joy in our joy just as much as in our sacrifice. Think on this: if when we give a coat to a person in need of a coat we give God a coat, then in pure fun, laughter, and hanging out with friends, whose to say you are not also doing the same with God? Especially if He is everywhere? And He &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;should&lt;/span&gt; be in you, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;in your Christian friends. So are we laughing with our friends, or are we Christ in the flesh, and truly just laughing with Him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell I'm excited to hang out with my friends?! I see them as a blessing. Each one different, unique in their own way. Each one stretches and strengthens me in different ways, and I pray I do the same with them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;May God be ordained in our friendships, daily! And may this conference coming up this weekend, which the FoF will attend, also be a blessing...To &lt;/span&gt;everyone&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; in attendance, and hanging out afterward!  ...Thanks You, God, for Your many blessings and gifts!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775553149122847883-8120962054531975525?l=livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/feeds/8120962054531975525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7775553149122847883&amp;postID=8120962054531975525&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/8120962054531975525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/8120962054531975525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/2008/04/god.html' title='God...'/><author><name>Hannah Joy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/Sot_7LhIPiI/AAAAAAAAAOY/eZ3ZFOnauDY/S220/P7260008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775553149122847883.post-6236865509871376694</id><published>2008-04-08T23:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T16:17:08.703-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bananas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Facts'/><title type='text'>Interesting Fact...</title><content type='html'>I just had to mention this, since I just learned it and it's so unusual!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets say you just went to the grocery store and came back with several fruits and vegetables in your arms. Among your purchases, you bought a cluster of banana fruits from a banana tree...or did you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;banana &lt;/span&gt;is actually a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;berry&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;AND did you know that it grows on an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;herb&lt;/span&gt; not a tree?&lt;br /&gt;AND that a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cluster&lt;/span&gt; of bananas is actually called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fingers&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, you just bought fingers of banana berry grown on a banana herb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's that for different?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775553149122847883-6236865509871376694?l=livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/feeds/6236865509871376694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7775553149122847883&amp;postID=6236865509871376694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/6236865509871376694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/6236865509871376694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/2008/04/interesting-fact.html' title='Interesting Fact...'/><author><name>Hannah Joy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/Sot_7LhIPiI/AAAAAAAAAOY/eZ3ZFOnauDY/S220/P7260008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775553149122847883.post-8023397329670131312</id><published>2008-04-04T11:50:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T15:46:28.239-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='April Fools'/><title type='text'>April Fools: The Prank</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;So here I am back at the house in Olean. Just the Hoffman's here off and on, they're here to make sure my cousin has a ride to and from school during the week and gets off to Grandma's during the weekends and holidays; meanwhile, Fred &amp;amp; Debby and Tim are still in Africa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or so it was on the day when pranks are usually pulled: APRIL 1st. Of course, the whole idea of April Fools was forgotten in Africa and those of us at the house had a brief thought of it, but never any time nor draw to see it through. So it was forgotten--for me that was nothing new since I've never pulled a prank in my life! (I've left blessings and scared people with a brief message that always ended in "April Fools" before I could really fool or scare them!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too nice. Always thought of pulling a prank, but why would you want to do something even as mild as a short-sheeted bed when you weight the possibilities?! What if they were &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; tired, looking forward to crawling into bed, and then...! Oi! I would hate it and would not appreciate it then! So why do something that could backfire and not be enjoyable to the person you're pulling the prank on? Even a &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; mild prank? Why take the risk you'll hurt them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;BUT&lt;/i&gt;, for the first time, I've felt comfortable enough with a group of people to not fear their wrath. Or anger. And to realize I'm not doing anything harmful or hurtful, but mild and funny...definitely no worse then what they've done to me! (picture me being held down while they put underwear on my head! Or when they dressed me as a baby! Or as a little country bumpkin!)...Besides, they don't embarrass easy (probably why they enjoy picking on me; their favorite thing is to see what facial expression they might see me do for the first time!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I unofficially moved--and warned everyone--that April Fools back a couple days later for those in the Davis Household. &lt;i&gt;AND&lt;/i&gt; I took a chance; a chance with the potential of backfiring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fred &amp;amp; Deb and Tim came back from Africa yesterday afternoon. Emily and Michelle had come up the night before, so it was like an Africa Team reunion (minus Tina, so sad!). And, like usual, us younguns (Michelle, Emily, Tim, &amp;amp; I) stayed up late talking into the wee hours of this morning then finally crawled into our beds. I felt bad, and waited for the reaction from the next room over, where Tim slept. But I never heard anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I was thankful Tim did not seem to have a problem at all, because we had &lt;i&gt;all&lt;/i&gt; been exhausted when we finally crawled into bed this morning. But later, after we had slept several hours and actually started to get up this morning and Tim popped in to say "good morning" to us, we got to talking and asked him if he had a hard time sleeping or something.&lt;br /&gt;*Laugh*&lt;br /&gt;Well apparently it had never occurred to him that the bed had something wrong with it &lt;i&gt;on purpose&lt;/i&gt;! And when we suggested it, he did not think at first that &lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt; had been the one to short-sheet it...He'd had a hard time getting into bed; could not get his legs in and thought it was odd, but then he gave up and simply stuck his feet out from under the covers and wrapped them around the top. And fell asleep peacefully after that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, while the prank did not backfire in bumming out either of us, since he was &lt;i&gt;so&lt;/i&gt; tired and I would have felt bad, it &lt;i&gt;did&lt;/i&gt; backfire in that he never even thought of that! He wasn't even sure what was a short-sheeted bed! But at least &lt;i&gt;I pulled my first prank!&lt;/i&gt; Even if I did have to point it out to get noticed, and then show him and Emily what a short-sheet bed &lt;i&gt;is!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was our April Fools...postponed till the 4th!&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;i&gt;my first prank!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775553149122847883-8023397329670131312?l=livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/feeds/8023397329670131312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7775553149122847883&amp;postID=8023397329670131312&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/8023397329670131312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/8023397329670131312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/2008/04/april-fools.html' title='April Fools: The Prank'/><author><name>Hannah Joy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/Sot_7LhIPiI/AAAAAAAAAOY/eZ3ZFOnauDY/S220/P7260008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775553149122847883.post-8418749606707661474</id><published>2008-03-19T20:30:00.018-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T15:42:43.613-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Cross'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Preaching'/><title type='text'>The Cross</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=""&gt;On Sunday, I forgot, but Emily had also mentioned the cross. How the cross is not a burden, since the Lord said, "my yoke is easy and my burden is light," (Mat 11:30).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, oddly enough, tonight Pastor Charley spoke on the cross. And it brought that part of Emily's message to mind, though he did not word it exactly the same. He did say a lot more about the cross itself...and now, because I believe it's important, I'm going to repeat it here but in my own words with a few other additions that I sensed in my spirit (like the emphasis on &lt;i&gt;joy&lt;/i&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE CROSS&lt;/b&gt;. (Mt 16:24ff; Mark 8:34ff &amp;amp; 10:21; Luke 9:23ff; etc)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, Emily is right. It's &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;not a burden&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. It's not something like a disease or some "cross to bear" like everyone always says. It's not awful. Nor, something horrible that we say "Whoa is me, I have to carry this thing!" I believe it is something that, at least in spirit, we have joy over it; over serving God in this way. Or at least, we should, for the Lord rebuked His people in Deuteronomy 28:47 when they neglected to serve Him with joy. And over in I Thessalonians 5:16 we are commanded to "Rejoice always" (NASB); while several times in Scripture, and particularly in Psalms 16:11, it declares that in God's presence there is "fullness of joy." &lt;i&gt;Where is the burden in that?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, its like Pastor Charley said tonight. It's &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;a voluntary action&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;! You can choose it, or not. You can pick it up and lay it down later. Jesus hid and walked past a crowd that tried to kill Him (Luke 4:30 &amp;amp; John 8:59), and we know He had angels at His disposal (Ps 91:11-12; Matt 4:6 &amp;amp; Luke 4:10-11), &lt;i&gt;YET&lt;/i&gt; He did not lay down His cross and sneak off on that day we now call the Day of His Crucifixion...Pastor Charley mentioned fasting. And I think that is a good example of a cross. We choose to do it, maybe because we really felt an urging from God or because we know that God doesn't ask "if" we fast but "when" or for some other reason, like the fulfillment of prayer. Or perhaps, all the above. But at any point, we could quit. We could never go through with it to start with, or we could stop halfway through the original time we had set aside for it. We might feel bad about it later, but we can quit! That's a cross we &lt;i&gt;choose&lt;/i&gt; to carry! And, as an application of the cross, it may lead to other applications in your life; learning how to lay one thing down can lead to laying another down (like one bad thing leads to another, but in glorious reverse!). But, if we choose to carry it, it should be with &lt;i&gt;joy and peace&lt;/i&gt; (Rom 14:17)...Sometimes a cross might be a responsibility, like honoring your earthly parents and supporting them as they get old (but remember, always with joy!), or some other thing we feel we must do...It is, however, &lt;i&gt;not a disease&lt;/i&gt;! We can't &lt;i&gt;choose&lt;/i&gt; a disease! ...Again, a cross is something we &lt;i&gt;choose&lt;/i&gt; to carry! Even a responsibility, which may seem like an obligation, is something we can &lt;i&gt;choose &lt;/i&gt;to carry and &lt;i&gt;therefore is a cross&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, a cross is &lt;i&gt;not a burden&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; a voluntary &lt;i&gt;choice&lt;/i&gt; we must daily choose to carry. Hopefully, we'll learn to carry it with &lt;i&gt;peace and joy&lt;/i&gt; and not a boasting "whoa is me" attitude (Gal 6:14), for only &lt;i&gt;Christ's cross&lt;/i&gt; should be boasted of! And what burden is there EVER in serving the One you love? &lt;i&gt;So rejoice! Die to yourself! And pick up your cross to follow Him&lt;/i&gt; (Heb 12:2)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christ's love to y'all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt; Hannah Joy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775553149122847883-8418749606707661474?l=livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/feeds/8418749606707661474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7775553149122847883&amp;postID=8418749606707661474&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/8418749606707661474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/8418749606707661474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/2008/03/cross.html' title='The Cross'/><author><name>Hannah Joy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/Sot_7LhIPiI/AAAAAAAAAOY/eZ3ZFOnauDY/S220/P7260008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775553149122847883.post-4181517750953698757</id><published>2008-03-17T17:00:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T22:11:05.070-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday parties'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Preaching'/><title type='text'>Mother &amp; Daughter: Blessings of the Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=""&gt;Wow! Did I ever have an exciting weekend! Bill, Cathy, and I went to the Ingole household for the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, for Becky's 50th birthday party on Friday where we danced, talked, and karaoke-d the night away! Was it ever a blast! We raised somewhere around &lt;i&gt;$5000&lt;/i&gt; for rebuilding their 'adopted' son's house in Honduras (that was all Becky wanted for her birthday: money towards Brian's family's new house!)! How exciting! ...and yes, though I've never done it before, I tried to sing karaoke with Michelle Harter and one of Emily's friends, Heather. Well, okay. Really, I was dragged up there, and, though I tried to avoid the microphone, Heather didn't let me get away with out it in my face at least a few times. And we sang for at least two songs. But what the songs were, I cannot tell you. Not because they were bad, but because my education never included secular songs (outside of what you hear in stores when you listen and the movies/TV commercials). So if you want to know, you'll have to hunt down either Michelle or Heather! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, Secondly, we went to enjoy a whole weekend with the lovely Ingole family! Okay, maybe that was more the bonus on Saturday: hanging out with whoever came over to play games. Originally, the main reason for staying through Sunday had to do with a long drive that no driver wants to do too soon and hearing Emily preach (my reason, Hello! I'm not the driver!) the Sunday morning service! Woo who! And was she good! ...of course, in the end, we opted to leave early Monday morning so I could hang out with the dynamic 'Ingoley-Virgonte' and the lovely 'China Doll' a little longer. And, in the process, I got my hair colored back to its original color--does anyone even remember what that was?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, wait; you wanted to know what Em spoke on?! Oi! Do I have to tell you everything...Okay. John 4:22-24; Luke 4:1-2, 4, &amp;amp; 14-19; Col 1:13-18; Timothy something; and there was more, I'm sure, but that's what happens when you forget to write it ALL down: you can't recall it later! So that's it. There you go......Oi! All right. Here's my notes. Under &lt;b&gt;John &lt;/b&gt;4:23, I wrote: "God is &lt;i&gt;now&lt;/i&gt; drawing a line between those who worship in Spirit and Truth and those who are 'religious' or a 'good person'. We are called out of carnality or being a carnal Christian. It's not whether you wear a skirt, or shoes, or dance, that will send you to hell, &lt;i&gt;but not having a personal relationship with HIM that will!&lt;/i&gt;" and "People may praise you, but then you get to real with them and they criticize you; Jesus [see John 4] felt everything, but He knew how to combat it too!" Under &lt;b&gt;Luke &lt;/b&gt;4:18-19, I wrote, "You can't do anything without Him" "He doesn't &lt;i&gt;need&lt;/i&gt; you, He &lt;i&gt;wants&lt;/i&gt; you" and "there's a qualifier to that: you have to say 'Yes' and &lt;i&gt;daily&lt;/i&gt;!" And Under &lt;b&gt;Colossians&lt;/b&gt; 1:15 &amp;amp; 18, I wrote: "He went there first, and He'll be there by your side when you get there." And, the main &lt;b&gt;point&lt;/b&gt; that I got from it, was "overcoming your religious spirit/pride and &lt;i&gt;dying to yourself&lt;/i&gt;; but knowing God would be there in the end, because He &lt;i&gt;wants&lt;/i&gt; to use &lt;i&gt;you!&lt;/i&gt;" Or something like that (I'm not very good at re-wording my jumbled thoughts, which seem to only make sense to me!). I mostly caught the &lt;i&gt;dying to self&lt;/i&gt; because that's what God has been dealing with me about a &lt;i&gt;lot&lt;/i&gt; lately! But the urging to do that (die-to-self) has come about because I feel the urgency for &lt;i&gt;God longing to use ME! And do greater works (John 14:12)!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I was blessed by the whole weekend. The fellowship. The fun. The friends. And the death to self! Oi! What a combination; but a good one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Ingole's and others for the wonderful weekend!&lt;br /&gt;And doubly thanks to you, God, for being there in and through it all!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christ's love to y'all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775553149122847883-4181517750953698757?l=livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/feeds/4181517750953698757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7775553149122847883&amp;postID=4181517750953698757&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/4181517750953698757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/4181517750953698757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/2008/03/mother-and-daughterthe-blessings-of.html' title='Mother &amp; Daughter: Blessings of the Weekend'/><author><name>Hannah Joy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/Sot_7LhIPiI/AAAAAAAAAOY/eZ3ZFOnauDY/S220/P7260008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775553149122847883.post-7960977160328537232</id><published>2008-03-12T12:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T11:54:39.542-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prophecy'/><title type='text'>Elijah List Prophecy copied</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The following word was prophesied by Mark Chironna on March 11, 2008 at The Master's Touch International Church in Longwood, Florida:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;A GREAT SHAKING IS COMING-- NOT OF THE EARTH, BUT OF MEN'S SPIRITS — STRONGHOLDS WILL BE SHAKEN OFF!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;"The Lord God will utter His voice and the mountains will melt like wax. For the God of glory thunders and the God of Jacob prevails. &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In this hour there is coming a great shaking--not a shaking of the earth but&lt;/strong&gt; a shaking of men's spirits, and realms of demonic strongholds will be shaken off by the word that is uttered from Heaven. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;The Lord is coming quickly to judge His enemies and to render them powerless. He is coming to vindicate His elect and to hide them under the shadow of His hand. For &lt;strong&gt;these are days when His power will be unleashed and His glory will be unveiled&lt;/strong&gt;. This is an hour and a season when the mountains have risen up against the mountain of the house of the Lord, but they shall not stand. They shall melt like wax, for the terror of God shall fill God's enemies and the Lord Himself will descend in a pillar of cloud and will destroy and silence the accuser." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h2&gt;Thunder of Freedom&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"He will cause His voice of authority to be heard from the north to the south, to the east and to the west. And He will visit His people yet again. Prepare, the day is arriving; prepare the hour is upon thee; the&lt;strong&gt; travails and the birth pangs of this last season are coming to an end&lt;/strong&gt; and the afterbirth is being taken off of you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;For God is &lt;strong&gt;making of you a new thing&lt;/strong&gt;, and God is doing a new thing in the earth, and there will be a fresh cry of revival. There will be a fresh cry of renewal. There will be a fresh cry of restoration, and there will be a fresh cry of proclamation. And because of that, the saints will lift their voice in unabashed, unashamed praise--for the &lt;strong&gt;sound of praise will be greater than you have ever heard it in any other day in your life&lt;/strong&gt;. The sound of thunder will not only be from Heaven, but there shall be a thunder come from the spirit of the saints, as they are set free." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h2&gt;A Shout of Victory Shall Come Forth&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;u&gt;"For, as chains are broken, they will shout. As darkness flees, they will shout. As broken bodies are healed, they will shout. The shout of the Lord will return to the camp of the army of God. &lt;strong&gt;For victory is guaranteed and God Almighty will vindicate the travail of the elect and will judge their enemies speedily&lt;/strong&gt;,"&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt; saith the Spirit of Grace. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775553149122847883-7960977160328537232?l=livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/feeds/7960977160328537232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7775553149122847883&amp;postID=7960977160328537232&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/7960977160328537232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/7960977160328537232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/2008/03/elijah-list-prophecy-copied_12.html' title='Elijah List Prophecy copied'/><author><name>Hannah Joy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/Sot_7LhIPiI/AAAAAAAAAOY/eZ3ZFOnauDY/S220/P7260008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775553149122847883.post-9196490724365882368</id><published>2008-03-10T17:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T11:26:26.474-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philippines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Team Building'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God Works'/><title type='text'>Team: Connections &amp; Philippines 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=""&gt;It's amazing to see what God does, how He worked and orchestrated things in my life and the people around me! How He answered prayers, how quickly things have been falling into place, and people brought together, "For such a time as this!" I mean, I....you know what, why don't I start at the beginning! (I can give more details, then you might care for, but hey...there's nothing like a good story, eh?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the fall of 2006, and I was having a rough day. Wanted some time with just God and I. Normally I would not suggest anyone skip church--sometimes we &lt;i&gt;need&lt;/i&gt; people when we are down, and the encouragement of Christ that fellowship with the Saints can bring--but that Sunday, that is exactly what I did! The night before, I had managed to talk Mom into letting me have the car in the morning so I could drive to church myself. But then that morning, all I wanted to do was be alone with God, in the most secluded place I knew (where I could sing and shout without annoying &lt;i&gt;anyone&lt;/i&gt;!): in the car while driving. So, instead of going to church, I called my pastor and told him I wasn't going to be coming to church (so he wouldn't worry when I didn't show up, since his wife was usually my ride and she wasn't around that weekend). And I went on a drive...A long one. Out onto roads I've never been on--and hoping and praying I could find my way back since I'm quite directionally challenged! And during the drive I had a long talk with God. Some of it was about my wanting to do something significant; about wanting to go on a mission’s trip, though I understood that I was valued and needed here and nothing was more significant in the Kingdom then any other thing. Nonetheless, I still asked for it. And that somehow He would work it out with someone who knew me and my abilities (or lack there of) and would be all right working with me...He spoke too, but mostly He listened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And He heard me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I did not know how much till later that day. I got home to hear my Aunt and Uncle and Cousin were coming over briefly so my Dad could look at some kind of electronic problem my Uncle could not figure out (they're both geeks, but I guess my Dad is more so then his brother). Well, as it happened, not but two seconds after they popped in, my Aunt Debby turns to me and asks if I want to go to the Philippians with her in November!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oi! You bet I said "YES!" For without a doubt, it had come as the answer to my prayer! And quicker then I had thought! But it was well it was asked then, for I did not have long to raise support and get my finances in order to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to one of my Aunt's women's conferences in Olean, NY to familiarize myself with her teachings and how she operated in the ministry (I have no idea why I had never done so before!). Then a couple weeks later I stayed at their house for a couple days before flying out of Buffalo. This all helped me familiarize myself with a couple of people that would be on our team, as well. And later, I would see what else it worked into (isn't God amazing how He works, sometimes? What seems so insignificant can mean so much in the long run!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Philippians was an awesome trip! The flight was LONG (16hours for one flight alone, not to mention all the connections) and we skipped about 12hrs through all the time changes and the International Date Line. But once we were there, we did several conferences. Went to several churches and did multiple services. And traveled all over the island to do so....I experienced for the first time, what it was like to have God "knock people out" when little me laid hands on them! God used &lt;i&gt;me!&lt;/i&gt; How cool was that?! ...But I also learned a lot on the trip. Having been sheltered and homeschooled most of my life, learning how to work as a team and as a friend (and talk in a way that made sense and didn't hurt people) was all still new to me. But through it all, I learned what a source of wisdom and understanding Aunt Deb was--which would also be valuable later on--and built a great friendship/mother-daughter relationship with her as well as a good friendship with the others!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had gone on the trip, planning for quite some time before to try and move out of my parents' home and get my own place. And at least a couple hours away. But I used up every penny I had to go on the trip. So during the trip, I learned how to trust God in a newer way: let go. Whenever my hope to be able to move out would arise while on the trip, followed by a thought of how impossible that would be since I had almost nothing to live on, I would turn it back over to God and shove it aside. Verbally, when Deb would ask how I was doing, I would (in faith) tell her that "Somehow God'll work it out, and when I get back it will just fall into place!" (I had told God, more then once, that I did not want to be home much longer after the holidays, and the sooner the better!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well of course, once again, GOD HEARD ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the flight back from the Philippines, Deb and I got to talking. She and Fred were in need of help to keep their growing ministry running...I still don't remember how or when exactly it came about, but the next thing I knew I had grabbed my stuff from their house, and was back at my parents' home planning on moving out shortly after Christmas! AND &lt;i&gt;in&lt;/i&gt; with Deb, Fred, and my wonderful cousin Marie-Louise! ...I had less then a week, before I moved some of my stuff their house and helped Fred send out their mailings (I had always loved to do bulk mailings! so simple!). Then I went home, had Christmas and went to church to tell my beloved church family "hello" and "goodbye" in one turn (I miss them so!). And was back two days before New Years, moving the last of my stuff into what used to be Fred's office (they did some shuffling over the Holidays; so sweet!) and then had a night all to myself (I had arrived to an empty house, and would not expect them back from late Christmas celebrations till the next evening)....&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE how important it was that I had been at their house before and after the trip? I was now familiar with the surroundings and how the house worked!&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;...what's more, one of the other woman on the trip, who had been at the house before and after the trip too, is someone I discovered came up every weekend (Cathy Hoffman) with her husband to go to church with Fred and Deb since they consider that church their home church and are still trying to move up here! Good thing I connected, eh? 'Cuz I got her for another mom now, in case I need another one. And I had connected with the church during the conference earlier. And now they are my new church family!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is just the beginning!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775553149122847883-9196490724365882368?l=livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/feeds/9196490724365882368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7775553149122847883&amp;postID=9196490724365882368&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/9196490724365882368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/9196490724365882368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/2008/03/teams.html' title='Team: Connections &amp; Philippines 2006'/><author><name>Hannah Joy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/Sot_7LhIPiI/AAAAAAAAAOY/eZ3ZFOnauDY/S220/P7260008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775553149122847883.post-5807240577433219578</id><published>2008-03-10T16:30:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T01:02:14.105-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Team Building'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Davismission'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God Works'/><title type='text'>Team: Davis &amp; Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=""&gt;Like I said before, that was just the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly after I moved in, I ended up traveling with Fred, Deb, and M-L all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gospel Crusades (the organization Fred &amp;amp; Deb are affiliated with) had a conference in FL, apparently as they do every year, the first week in January 2007. Then Fred &amp;amp; Deb were invited to teach a Bible School on a resort in MN for a week in the summer. On the way we stopped at friends in OH. Over all, I met a lot of new and great people on the way to and from both places and &lt;i&gt;at&lt;/i&gt; both places. (We always drive, when it comes to traversing the US). During some of the spring/summer Fred was off in Africa. And during some of that trip, Deb and I joined him for three weeks, in which I first got my passport stamped and visa's for all three countries of Ghana, Togo, and Benin (And formed a really awesome friendship with Florence Gake during our week in Togo).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we just kept traveling! (I know I'm probably missing some places, but for a couple months there at least, it seemed we never stopped--I was having culture shock just in &lt;i&gt;constantly &lt;/i&gt;meeting new people and seeing new places in the US alone! I'm the hermit, or at least I'm someone who likes her privacy and organization--or so I &lt;i&gt;used&lt;/i&gt; to be!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through it all, I was forming a relationship with Bill and Cathy too. Every weekend we were around, that is, and the times they traveled with us. (Bill to Africa; Cathy to some of the conferences in the fall when it was just us ladies). And of course, when he was in the same area, Cathy's son Tim Wright (if you don't know him yet, you will!) also on the weekends and twice in Ghana!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But meanwhile, I was praying for a friend. I'm not saying I didn't have any friends already. I had formed a friendship with Deb's niece who had lived here the first couple months I was here; and there were some friends from my old church family who I saw a couple times that year; and then of course, there were several friends I kept in contact with over the phone. But there is nothing like someone I could see often, who adds another dimension to my friendships. (There are the kind of friends who pat you on the back, or are ointment on the wounds, or relate with you because they've been there before, and then there are the ones who give you the friendly slap on the face, or wake you up, or the iron sharpens iron kind; a person always need friends of different kinds to relate with on different levels, after all, its just as important to heal from old wounds as to grow up! And nothing does it like relationships). Angie had tried to start a Christians young-person group to meet more people in our area, and it flopped...Tim was great for talking into the late nights about God and the Bible and struggles we were having--and for a few months, we were going through very similar things. And there was Deb and Cathy for talking things out to, also...but there was still someone who was missing in my life too, someone my age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, of course, I prayed. Told God what I was looking for--someone nearby, or who didn't mind traveling so we could hook up often (I don't have a car, and can't drive most vehicles anyways!); but mostly, a Christian who would add a dimension to the relationships I was missing and needed stretched on (I'll leave the exact details of that between God and I).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so God wove a plan; and was orchestrating a team....he, he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775553149122847883-5807240577433219578?l=livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/feeds/5807240577433219578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7775553149122847883&amp;postID=5807240577433219578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/5807240577433219578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/5807240577433219578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/2008/03/teams_10.html' title='Team: Davis &amp; Friends'/><author><name>Hannah Joy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/Sot_7LhIPiI/AAAAAAAAAOY/eZ3ZFOnauDY/S220/P7260008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775553149122847883.post-2493781200638546144</id><published>2008-03-10T16:00:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T01:02:32.359-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Team Building'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Revival'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God Works'/><title type='text'>Team: Revival</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=""&gt;That year Debby was planning two trips to the Philippines. And the second one I would be on. And so would Bill and Cathy, and her son Tim…But Debby kept feeling like there was supposed to be a 6th person on the team...and so far, two people who had at first both said maybe, ended up saying no. And so she continued to search and pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I thought she was weird. I mean, how can you know the &lt;i&gt;exact&lt;/i&gt; amount that are supposed to be on the team? ...And the time was drawing closer and closer till time to leave. We'd even already got all our tickets already. How could anyone else join now, anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had several ladies conferences planned for the weekends before we were to leave. The first being in OH. Then Debby's one here in Olean. Then one in NH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But first God had to tell me something in a dream...yeah, there was supposed to be a sixth person! What's more, I heard that person’s full name! ...If only I could have remembered it when I woke up in the morning. (I knew I should have woken up and written it down even in the middle of the night!)... So I told Deb. And then we tried to call a couple other people I knew and ask if they wanted to go (there was something oddly familiar about the feeling I'd had associated with the name of the person; if that makes any sense?). But they said no. And I was left stumped and frustrated! I felt like I should know the person, and yet not know them. More like I had never met them before, but knew enough to &lt;i&gt;feel &lt;/i&gt;like I had? All I can say was that it was odd... And so I continued to pray for that, now, as well as the friendship/s I was seeking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember feeling frustrated even the morning before we left for the conference in OH. I woke up and was lying in bed staring at the ceiling. And I asked God, that whoever that sixth person was, that one way or another (consciously or unconsciously) God would bring them our way and that I would some how recognize them upon meeting. And if I didn't know how or why I recognized them, that in my spirit I would desperately want them to come with us to the Philippines...little did I know! ...And then I gave both requests over to God and decided for the rest of the weekend I would not worry one bit about it. It was in God's hands... though, I could not shake the momentary feeling that I was going to find the answer in OH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, once again God heard me! (I think it's what happens when you and Him are in line with what you both want for your life!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the drive out to OH, God broke through (figuratively) the vehicle Tim and I were in and began to speak to us. I began to cry, and I think I cried for nearly two hours of the four-hour trip! And God broke me of something personal (perhaps I'll tell you sometime what that was)...And when we arrived in OH, I found out that in the other vehicle, God had been speaking to Deb, Cathy, and M-L in some profound ways too! ...What God started as a revival in our hearts, though we had little idea of such at the time, was about to spread to other peoples' hearts through the conference in OH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, revival doesn't jump from place to place, or spread from building to building. It's a heart issue. And it starts with your own, and spreads and overflows from there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we had awesome services there in OH. God delivered one lady of a demon, healed several others of different afflictions (including tumors!), and continued His work in many hearts including our own! I, for the first time, danced in the front during worship; I could not seem to get enough of God, of praising Him, and I for the very first time, did not seem to care what anyone thought--but a person will find if their sole focus is on God, no one else is even in the room sometimes (just like they say in romance novels between two lovers, eh? That's as it should be: between God and us!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as if that weren't enough, He was still working out the Philippines team (and more later) and, of course, the answers to His precious daughter's prayers (that would be &lt;i&gt;me&lt;/i&gt;)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775553149122847883-2493781200638546144?l=livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/feeds/2493781200638546144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7775553149122847883&amp;postID=2493781200638546144&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/2493781200638546144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/2493781200638546144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/2008/03/teams_132.html' title='Team: Revival'/><author><name>Hannah Joy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/Sot_7LhIPiI/AAAAAAAAAOY/eZ3ZFOnauDY/S220/P7260008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775553149122847883.post-1451488221105441056</id><published>2008-03-10T15:30:00.016-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T01:02:56.579-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Team Building'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Team of Three'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Women&apos;s Conference'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God Works'/><title type='text'>Team: Forming</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=""&gt;In steps Emily Ingole...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were staying at Mike and Becky Ingole's house (where we had stayed on the way to MN, too; such awesome people!), but their only child lived two hours away in Columbus and worked as a nurse. I had never met her before, nor did I know she was even uncertain about coming to the conference (no wonder I had prayed so earnestly before we left Olean, that I &lt;i&gt;would&lt;/i&gt; meet this person; but I'm getting ahead of myself, eh?), but come she finally did. And, oddly enough, I recognized her. Though, like I said, I had never met her, and any pictures I had seen of her hardly did her justice (she's much better looking in real life!), I somehow knew instantly she was Becky's daughter. But I also knew something else which only became tangible later as we were hanging out around the diner table back at the house; for some strange reason I kept wanting to encourage her to go to the Philippines with us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, apparently when I leave something to God in prayer when I'm in one state in the US, and then go to another state, I forget it completely! I could not seem to put two and two together; in fact, I forgot both prayers completely for over a week afterward!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, like I said before, we had awesome services in OH. During breaks in the services and late nights/meals at the Ingole's house I met several people from the church--one was Michelle Harter, but that's later--and then Emily Ingole came to one of the last services. And of course, she was then at her parents' house for diner...Becky had shared with me that she had told Emily my testimony of how God had healed me from the wheelchair, but that she would probably love to hear the more detailed version from me. So during one of our first meetings, that's pretty much what I did: shared my testimony and life with her. But later, as we were sitting around the table, and most of the group had left and headed home, I turned to her and Tim and all I wanted to do was encourage her to go the Philippines. It kept popping into my head while I was sharing my testimony of what we were doing next, and yet again it was there. So finally, I figured it wouldn't hurt to say a little something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know, I wish you could come with us to the Philippines!" Right after I said it, I thought of the conversation I'd had with Deb before about how careful she was who went on trips with her. And now I had just suggested that someone I had barely known for a couple hours should come! Oi! I was in so much trouble...that is until I realized Emily had just brushed it off as a "maybe someday," thing...I thought I was saved, but I could not get the idea out of my head. And I believe I must have annoyed Emily over the next week and then some about it. I never really thought she would, but yet I could not get the idea out of my head that she should! (I think I was just as annoyed with myself as she was with me by the weekend of Deb's conference at her home church in Salamanca.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the last day or two in OH, I had mentioned to a new young friend I had met there that it would be cool if she could come to Deb's conference. But in the end, when the end of the week rolled around and people were arriving for Salamanca's women's conference, only Becky and Emily Ingole ended up coming from OH. Which was great, because then they both got to stay here at the house with us, and I had wanted Emily to come so I could get to know her better (again, another time she didn't want to come to a conference but God gave her the boot, in a matter of speaking, and she came!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, once again, I was bugging her about the Philippines. That is until one morning, when I was in the shower. I realized how annoying I had to be to her (I was so annoyed with myself, she must have felt crazy!) and was talking it out with God in the shower. And this is when I finally remember the prayer I had last prayed before going to OH: the one about the sixth person. And in a non-audible way, it was like God said, "Remember that dream you had? Which bugged you because you could not remember the name of the sixth person?" Of course as soon as I said yes, it was like my brain clicked. And I remembered all the times I heard Becky speak of her daughter—even during a brief meeting several years before as Deb and her were driving through my old hometown—and I laughed! The name had been Emily Ingole, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I decided to take it easy and not bug her so much about going. I knew she was supposed to go, so I just figured God would have to tell her; I had bugged her so much, I knew she wouldn't know it if I suddenly got serious about it...Wouldn't you know it, that's exactly what God did in the next service!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That evening, as a small group of us were sitting in the living room talking into the early morning hours, she not only shared her testimony and life with us, but she told us what God had just told her earlier that day...Well you bet that early the next morning Deb got the ball rolling. And, though over the next couple days there were glitches in getting her tickets (in the middle of that we had another awesome women's conference in NH), in the end there were six of us, all going off to the Philippines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, a team of &lt;i&gt;SIX&lt;/i&gt;...God heard, and answered—yet again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775553149122847883-1451488221105441056?l=livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/feeds/1451488221105441056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7775553149122847883&amp;postID=1451488221105441056&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/1451488221105441056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/1451488221105441056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/2008/03/teams_1293.html' title='Team: Forming'/><author><name>Hannah Joy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/Sot_7LhIPiI/AAAAAAAAAOY/eZ3ZFOnauDY/S220/P7260008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775553149122847883.post-6997742755167137126</id><published>2008-03-10T15:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T01:03:11.320-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philippines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Team Building'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Team of Three'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God Works'/><title type='text'>Team: Philippines 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=""&gt;A large team of six, consisting of Bill &amp;amp; Cathy Hoffman, Debby Davis, Tim Wright (Cathy's son, the soon-to-be widely renown musician and worship leader!), Emily Ingole, and of course ME! But in the middle of that team was another team God wove into a tight knit unit of young people; Tim, Emily, and I were not coincidently thrown together nor did we "just happen to be" the same ages (all within three months), but God brought us together. And from it--you guessed it--I got two wonderful friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God not only made a team for the Philippines 2006 trip, but He graciously wove two friends and gave me three close (sometimes too close) weeks with them to get to know them better and grow in a stronger, more clear, friendship (if I had &lt;i&gt;thought&lt;/i&gt; I had known Tim before that, it was just an image of who I thought he was--he, like Emily, really began to show his "True colors" in the Philippines.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, God did a lot of work in each of us in the Philippines (I learned to trust God to a newer level, which had me either on the floor or drunk with the Holy Spirit, almost as much as I wasn't!). Emily and Tim also fell under the power of the Holy Spirit. And we all saw miraculous signs and wonders, through us and/or around us! One young lady was delivered from lesbianism, although not a word was spoken or even prayed on that issue! And many others were touched in other ways. At the end of the first week in the remote island in the Palawan District of islands in a little town called Chey (pronounced Chew-y), we heard several testimonies of people who had come to the meetings (some just for the free food we provided) intent on not falling out under the power of the HS (if they even had heard about it, before!) crawling out of the church long after the service was over! Since we have been back in the States, we have heard from our guide, friend, and interpreter, Pastor Jun (who has to be one of the funniest people you will ever meet!) that the pastor of that church has said, since we left there, they have been having meetings every night at the church and they're still feeling the Power of God moving in their midst!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also saw many awesome things happen back at the largest island of Palawan (where we had been the year before). Had an awesome, and spontaneous, long dancing services for one of our last meetings at a Bible School; during it one of the girls jumped so far and back she ripped a Christmas banner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to and from Chey, and to and from the Philippines, we met with several oppositions and delays. But we also saw miracles and had the opportunity to pray for several people! One lady got on the bus-truck we took to Chey with Mastitis that had left her so weak she could not hold her head up and needed help to climb into the vehicle. We prayed for her and Emily gave her some medication. By the time she got off at her home, she was proudly holding her head up as she smiled and waved at us till we were out of site--there is no doubt God had healed her already!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, God heard me and gave me another friend. He heard Deb, and provided a wonderful addition to our team. And He kept the birthing of the revival kindled in a small group of people's hearts during a long road trip in the middle of a highway on the way to a meeting--where we usually think God-things start: a building--and kept it overflowing and growing. Into OH, NY, NH, and then all the way to, there, and from the Philippines! (I can't say how many times we had revelations and God-times on the airplanes and in the airports! I even got drunk with laughter on an airplane for about half-hour!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet, like I said a couple posts back, He wasn't done yet! Not with the team (which had more to come, still!) and not with our hearts! Praise God! He's still moving on this earth today. And He's still using us, ordinary human beings, to do His extraordinary work! It's like John the Baptist said, "He must increase, but I must decrease." (John 3:30) Why else would God use us? Unless we were willing to die to our flesh, to be simple human beings limited by our means, &lt;i&gt;But&lt;/i&gt; to allow Him to work &lt;i&gt;beyond&lt;/i&gt; our limitations and, therefore, we will become instruments to bring &lt;i&gt;glory to His Name&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775553149122847883-6997742755167137126?l=livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/feeds/6997742755167137126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7775553149122847883&amp;postID=6997742755167137126&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/6997742755167137126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/6997742755167137126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/2008/03/teamphilippines-trip.html' title='Team: Philippines 2007'/><author><name>Hannah Joy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/Sot_7LhIPiI/AAAAAAAAAOY/eZ3ZFOnauDY/S220/P7260008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775553149122847883.post-4145094718881879935</id><published>2008-03-07T22:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T00:26:55.467-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prophecy'/><title type='text'>Elijah List Prophecy copied</title><content type='html'>&lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chuck Pierce received the following prophecy on March 4th, 2008, and it is time to MARCH FORTH!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="subtitle"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The Voice of Change is Stirring Us to Come UP from the Wilderness!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dear Friends and Intercessors:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We are heading into &lt;u&gt;two of the most rearranging, realigning months&lt;/u&gt; that we have ever known in the history of this generation.&lt;/strong&gt; What occurs during these days will set a course for our lives and this nation. The Lord woke me at 1 o'clock on Tuesday morning, March 4th, 2008. As I walked into the bathroom I noticed a calligraphy verse: &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="scriptext"&gt;"Lean not on your own understanding."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; This verse lit up even though the light was not on in the bathroom. &lt;strong&gt;The verse became red and yellow like fire.&lt;/strong&gt; When I went back in at 5 AM, I noticed that the verse was actually in navy blue! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I heard the Lord begin to say:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span class="wordofthelord"&gt;"Lean not on your own understanding today. I am calling you to watch the way that begins to form! For I am forming and reforming the way for My people! &lt;strong&gt;Abrasive circumstances will increase over these next &lt;u&gt;40 days&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; Lean not on your own understanding. I will show you things that you do not know during this time. I will cause you to see the pattern that I am forming. Do not fall into an understanding of the past, even the past 40 years, for &lt;strong&gt;in the next 40 days I am producing a new time of understanding &lt;/strong&gt;in My people. For My wisdom is not your wisdom. &lt;strong&gt;I am creating a fear and an awe of Me! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="wordofthelord"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will show you how evil is working.&lt;/strong&gt; I will let you hear the voice of evil-- that voice that has been distracting, confronting, and taunting you. &lt;strong&gt;My cause will rise up in you.&lt;/strong&gt; My words will form in your mouth. You will speak it to the atmosphere and the atmosphere around you will change. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="wordofthelord"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I am forming a highway in your wilderness. It will not be made of shifting sand. &lt;strong&gt;The foundation for your future is being laid&lt;/strong&gt;. I will cause you to see the land that will be made sure for you. Lean not on your own understanding. Allow these &lt;strong&gt;next 40 days&lt;/strong&gt; to be that which will &lt;strong&gt;change the atmosphere from one of a mesmerizing force to the power of God in your midst.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="wordofthelord"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Honor ME with a shout!&lt;/strong&gt; Bless My Name. For My name is replacing the name of the enemy on the gates of entry into your future. Where the enemy had your gate blocked, I am now rising up to give you authority and entry into your new place! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="wordofthelord"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Trust in the Lord with all your heart and do not lean on your own understanding.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;do not lean on your own understanding!&lt;/strong&gt; Keep your mind stayed upon Me. Do NOT allow your abilities to be your trust.  In all your ways acknowledge Me and I will direct your path. Do not just look at your circumstances--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="wordofthelord"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I will create a strong people that will rule in every sphere of authority. &lt;strong&gt;Spheres of authority will be rearranged in these next &lt;u&gt;40 days&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;        The power of My words in your mouth will cause a breakthrough. &lt;strong&gt;Don't miss your window of opportunity or fail to recognize the catalyst I am creating for rearranged momentum.&lt;/strong&gt; Receive an anointing to leap over the mountain that has been deceiving and intimidating you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="wordofthelord"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't be afraid of your storm this week, for I will reorder your way and will cause your times to be changed.&lt;/strong&gt; I'll set you ahead of that which would overtake you and cause you to be overwhelmed. So don't fear the storm. Watch the rain and wind work to your benefit! Hear the keys shaking, for I am rattling the gates of hell. Decree the blockade that wouldn't open up and let you move forward, even in your emotions--is being unlocked and that you are now able to move forward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="wordofthelord"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Your path will become straight so that I might enter a new way. What is too high will come down and that which is too low will come up. I can bring the prideful into right order and bring the humble into a new place of seeking. I am creating a straight path for us to walk into the future. May you see the path on which I will lead you into the future. Allow Me to come into your midst and prepare a way through this wilderness and into your next place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="wordofthelord"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I control the end from the beginning. There is nothing that happens in the earth realm that is outside of MY dominion. Agree that My will will be done on earth as it is in Heaven this day. Look up and see Me as the King who reigns. See Heaven's highway forming in the earth realm around you. &lt;strong&gt;I am not asking you to go under, but to come up!&lt;/strong&gt; Find the high way into the place that I have for you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="wordofthelord"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hear My voice in the wilderness. Though you have been unsure of the way you are to go, today I am beginning to call you new and fresh. &lt;strong&gt;This is a time when you must not miss that window of momentum.&lt;/strong&gt; Do not be content to only sit and be taught every day because teaching alone will not get you to your next place. You must have the anointing to leap over that mountain. My call is being extended from the heavenly realm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="wordofthelord"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;War for the next 21 days to see My call come forth&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; Those that will hear the call that I have for them this hour know how to follow after the call that I am extending. &lt;strong&gt;This is not about a person you are following--but a call &lt;/strong&gt;that I am placing to set a course for you out of one place and into another. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Hear the call!&lt;/u&gt; My voice is entering into your valley and your wilderness and saying, &lt;u&gt;'Come up with Me!' &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="wordofthelord"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Now is the time of &lt;strong&gt;restructured vision&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Now is the time of finding your place to stand on the land&lt;/strong&gt;, a place that will not sink when you stand, a land that will not confuse or entrap you. Hear My voice in your wilderness. &lt;strong&gt;For in 40 days, I will begin to qualify those that have received and embraced My call! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="wordofthelord"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Do not allow the enemy's voice to confuse you in the next few days. &lt;strong&gt;You will be accosted by the enemy &lt;u&gt;three times&lt;/u&gt; to keep you from finding and standing firm on the highway that I am forming to bring you through and into your new! &lt;/strong&gt;Watch carefully and &lt;strong&gt;know the different voices this hour&lt;/strong&gt;. Voices will bring confusion into your atmosphere. In the midst of this time, you must know what you are to follow. This is a time when confusing voices over your financial state and the state of the world would create a disheartening emotion that would lead to fear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="wordofthelord"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am the God of the gold and silver. I am the one who can shake loose new finances.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am making a straight path and causing you to be directed in a new way these &lt;u&gt;next 40 days&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; I am the one who can cause things to be let go so you can move in and go through the gates I have for you. Do not let a narrow, high path in front of you seem to be too steep for you to climb. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="wordofthelord"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You have never been this way before. &lt;strong&gt;Nations are hanging in the balance! My Kingdom government will now begin to rise up and form to influence the government of the earth.&lt;/strong&gt; I am a God who creates a Highway that can only be seen &lt;strong&gt;by eyes who know My glory&lt;/strong&gt;. You will know me as King and ruler. I confounded the gods of Egypt. I confounded the Roman Empire. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="wordofthelord"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Let Me form the words in your mouth to confront those things that would keep you from finding the highway I have prepared in the wilderness. Only My voice can guide you through and to this narrow road! &lt;strong&gt;In the midst of these &lt;u&gt;three confrontations&lt;/u&gt;, NOW I am forming the words for you to use to stop your enemy from overtaking you.&lt;/strong&gt; This is a corporate call for My people to rise up. In this corporate call you must be a people who know how to confront the atmospheric war around you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="wordofthelord"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am raising up an abrasive time that will provoke you and produce My jealousy in you so you rise up with a new war mantle against the forces of hell in your midst.&lt;/strong&gt; I will raise the abrasion! I will provoke MY people to action. &lt;strong&gt;Wake from your slumber and stupor and hear Me now to &lt;u&gt;come forth!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Do not lean on your own understanding. Go with My flow and watch Me make a direct path. Watch Me cause a path to come into order. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="wordofthelord"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Renew the foundation.&lt;/strong&gt; I am ready to build again. I will begin to build your future. Activate that way that I am calling you. &lt;strong&gt;Do not fear going into the brush and the brambles to find the hidden treasure that you will use to build My altar this hour.&lt;/strong&gt; Today I am activating you. The intensity of the time is now upon you. I am activating you and calling you to hear what is coming into your atmosphere. &lt;strong&gt;Be delivered from a deaf and dumb spirit&lt;/strong&gt; that would keep you from speaking and hearing at the right time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="wordofthelord"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Rise up and create a path. &lt;strong&gt;Change an atmosphere and you will be able to take a stand in that land.&lt;/strong&gt; Let Zion call forth. I am calling forth to Zion within you to rise up. Prepare for a quick change. Prepare for a quick change. Write the vision. Make it plain. Prepare for a quick change. &lt;strong&gt;I am calling for a new release of power over these &lt;u&gt;40 days&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; Do not lean on your own understanding. Go in My direction to create a power shift!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Blessings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chuck D. Pierce&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Glory of Zion   Ministries&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;         &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Permission is granted (and you are also encouraged) to reprint these articles in hard copy form, as well as sending them to your own email lists and posting them on your own websites. 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After all, then I would not have to worry so much about formality and could write the way I talk. Or at the least, the way I think. As sporadic and random as that may be...and leave you to figure out what I'm saying...Oi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So count this my first of many attempts to keep you informed of my travels. And perhaps that will now be more frequent then it has been thus far (which has been nil!)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christ's love to y'all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt; Hannah Joy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775553149122847883-3741627659280447149?l=livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/feeds/3741627659280447149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7775553149122847883&amp;postID=3741627659280447149&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/3741627659280447149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775553149122847883/posts/default/3741627659280447149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingsacrificeisworship.blogspot.com/2008/03/blogging.html' title='Blogging'/><author><name>Hannah Joy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0y9jEY15mE/Sot_7LhIPiI/AAAAAAAAAOY/eZ3ZFOnauDY/S220/P7260008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
