<?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-409094102365962738</id><updated>2012-02-08T23:06:04.411-05:00</updated><category term='Nuevo Cántico'/><category term='Devotional (Devocional)'/><category term='IHOP-Miami'/><category term='Poetry (Poesia)'/><category term='Relationships (Relaciones)'/><title type='text'>a cristilyn is like a daisy...</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;I write about faith, hope and love.&lt;p align="center"&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"When faith is weak, hope holds on tight,
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;'cause love is right around the corner ready to catch its fall."
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuevocantico.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/409094102365962738/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuevocantico.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nuevo Cántico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05211874875171340316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-USGViWqd8zU/TVY0bKrDSOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/lYYtlMqde0I/s220/me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-409094102365962738.post-5347508234326004862</id><published>2011-12-28T13:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T16:53:57.882-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Fountain of Life"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i108/cristilyn/blog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0515.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="266" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i108/cristilyn/blog/IMG_0515.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;c&gt;&lt;/c&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;"All of these ways are like drinking the smelly, stagnant, diseased water at the bottom&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;of a broken cistern when we could be drinking from the springs of living water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Christian, how are you responding to these thirsts and hungers of life?"-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Dr. Harold L. White&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well, isn't this a lovely picture of dead things? I was playing the guitar and singing yesterday and these little verses came out: "You hedge me in, draw me away. You corner me in the wilderness, surrounded by the loneliness of many lovers that don't really satisfy, 'cause I'm Yours and only Yours." It's much nicer with music ; )&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;I know it's kinda&amp;nbsp;awkward. Christmas just passed and New Year's right around the corner and here I am writing about wildernesses and many lovers, as if there wasn't anything else to say.... Maybe the topic's right on, actually.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;Recently, it was in the middle of Christmas preparations and celebrations that I caught a cold. If you're like me when you have a cold, it's a rather helpless and pitiful situation. In the past, I'd just&amp;nbsp;succumb myself to the mercy of TV programming or movies. I decided I would be infused with the holiday spirit this time by watching Christmas movies and reruns of I love Lucy. It seemed like harmless fun. I mean, I'm good for nothing at the moment, right? Well, apparently it did more than&amp;nbsp;rob&amp;nbsp;me of precious time. It drove my spirit to&amp;nbsp;bankruptcy really fast. DO NOT underestimate leisure time spent in the enemy's campground. Not only was I left sicker than when I started but I was grouchy and bitter 'cause guess what friends? Life is nothing like the movies we sit through and the "what ifs" we entertain in our minds and hearts for hours and hours at times. No wonder we don't really know how to cope or flourish in our own little Life-Time protagonist role!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;Creativity and&amp;nbsp;livelihood&amp;nbsp;stop flowing. Meaningful, life-shaping&amp;nbsp;thoughts and feelings are numbed by self- medicated massive doses of&amp;nbsp;entertainment and whatever else is at&amp;nbsp;arm's length. The issues are left not dealt with,&amp;nbsp;growing weeds and cover-ups. This really ticks off&amp;nbsp;the Gardener of our hearts. He wants to help us face the issues, confront the poverty of our souls, realize our emptiness...and then He will fill it. Fill it, fill it, fill it 'till overflowing!! It's what He does ; )&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="300" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i108/cristilyn/blog/Rachelscamera077.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;And so, trust me, I relearned my lesson well. I ran to the Potter's House and allowed Him to remold me once again. And the Fountain of Life filled me, filled me, filled me 'till overflowing! Next time I wanted to watch something, I knew better. There are soooo many amazing&amp;nbsp;inspiring stories, anointed meetings, worship sessions on Youtube, God.tv, anywhere! I am resolved. I heard someone say of Jesus yesterday, "You're my Fun". I want to be able to say that someday. Why is't He my fun? Why do I resort to Facebook at the breeze of spare time instead of HIS FACE or the BOOK? Call me a fanatic but I'm concerned about my little heart's resting place for The Beloved. If He points out a thing and doesn't like it, then I don't like it either. It's just as simple as that.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;This verse is amazing!&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;My people have committed two sins:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;They have forsaken me, the spring of living water, and have dug their own cisterns,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;broken cisterns that cannot hold water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;" (Jeremiah 2:13).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Next time you want to fill your soul with something worthless, recall this picture and ask yourself, why would I? Run to the Fountain of Life! He is eager to fill your soul with meaning and lasting beauty!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: x-small; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The following are excerpts of a sermon I found online on the topic. I like it. It's&amp;nbsp;concise,&amp;nbsp;entertaining&amp;nbsp;and anointed! Read along.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;"Broken Cisterns"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;by&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Dr. Harold L. White&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.angelfire.com/fl5/hleewhite/jer2brokencisterns.html"&gt;http://www.angelfire.com/fl5/hleewhite/jer2brokencisterns.html&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Many of our older generation are familiar with cisterns, and may have used them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Many of my relatives had cisterns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;I have drunk water from many cisterns.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Before we had city water, people caught rainwater from their roofs and the water would&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;flow into the cistern.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;But there were problems with cisterns.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;If it didn't rain, then, you had no water.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;And, even if you had enough water, the cistern could spring a leak.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Cisterns were also important in Israel during Jeremiah's day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Archaeologists have uncovered thousands of them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;The land was arid and they could experience long dry spells.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;In those days the people would dig cisterns, and then line them with bricks and plaster&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;so they would hold the water.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;But they would often develop leaks and the cistern would dry up, and they would have no water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Catching the water was necessary for their lives and their livelihood.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Jeremiah says in our Scripture passage: "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;My people have committed two sins:&lt;br /&gt;They have forsaken me, the spring of living water, and have dug their own cisterns,&lt;br /&gt;broken cisterns that cannot hold water&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;" (Jeremiah 2:13).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Broken cisterns were a serious problem in those days, and it didn't make sense for people&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;to depend on old, broken cisterns when right beside their cistern there was&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;a continuous spring of living water.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;It was ridiculous for people trying to fill broken cisterns, and then to scrape out the little bit&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;of stagnant water in the bottom, and yet, refuse to drink from the fresh spring water&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;which was flowing right next to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i108/cristilyn/Decorated%20images/?action=view&amp;amp;current=InsidetheCisterns.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="299" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i108/cristilyn/Decorated%20images/InsidetheCisterns.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;This was a picture of the people of Israel.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;They laughed at Jeremiah's metaphor, but in reality they were laughing at themselves&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;because they had rejected the true God who was called "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;the spring of living water,"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;and were relying on their own efforts to satisfy the longings of their souls and their urgent need&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;of water.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;They had strayed from God whom the psalmist called "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;the fountain of life&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;,"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;and they went after other gods. (Psalm 36:9)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;They had tried to find satisfaction in various sins and other futile attempts to fill their lives.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;But their attempts were like trying to fill broken cisterns.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Whatever they were able to accumulate became stagnant, and they were not able to hold on to&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;much of what they could find.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;They were trying to accumulate things, but they had nothing of real value.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;There was a stench in their nostrils and their lives were empty because they were unwilling&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;to turn to the true God who could give them real life which was lasting and fulfilling.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;They did not trust the Lord to satisfy their thirst.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Jeremiah said:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;We all are thirsty&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;In other words, He was saying that there are thirsts and longings in our lives that are&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;placed there by God.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;We need for our lives to have real meaning.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;We are searching for a lasting purpose in which we can invest our lives.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;We are looking for love and intimacy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;We want joy and happiness.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;We want peace.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;We want freedom.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;All of these longings are a part of what all of us have.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;We are created in the likeness of God, and these are the things that He wants us to have.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;He has created us to have these hungers and thirsts, and the question is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;how can these longings and hungers be fulfilled in our lives.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;It is not a sin to be thirsty, but satisfying that thirst in selfish ways can be sinful.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;It is not a sin to desire love, but how we decide to meet our need for love can be sinful.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;It is not a sin for us to want meaning and purpose in our lives, but if our life's primary purpose&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;and meaning is not within God's will for us, then it is sinful.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;It is not a sin to desire freedom, unless we desire to be free from God, then it is sinful&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;It is not a sin for us to seek happiness, but when we seek happiness outside the will of God,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;it is sinful.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;All of these ways are like drinking the smelly, stagnant, diseased water at the bottom&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;of a broken cistern when we could be drinking from the springs of living water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Christian, how are you responding to these thirsts and hungers of life?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;We must acknowledge that these thirsts we have have come from God.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;He is our Maker.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;He has created us and has filled us with all the longings in our lives.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;These are legitimate longings.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;And we must realize that God has a way for these longings to be met in us.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;So, we must not forsake the "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Spring of Living Water&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;" for our broken cisterns.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Our needs are real, but we must satisfy those needs according to God's way&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;rather than our way.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i108/cristilyn/Decorated%20images/?action=view&amp;amp;current=2B03.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="351" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i108/cristilyn/Decorated%20images/2B03.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;We know that we are inadequate to meet these needs.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;We can build a cistern, but it will be inadequate, and there is no way that we can create&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;a spring of living water.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;We know that God is in charge of the water, and our attempts will always result in failure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;We know that God loves us and wants our lives to be fulfilled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;And we must remember that Jesus said, "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;If anyone is thirsty, let him come to me and drink&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;(John 7:37)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;He also said, "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;I have come that they may have life, and have it to the full&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;(John 10:10)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;God is not holding out on us.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;He is not trying to frustrate our God-given inclinations and desires;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;He is trying to show us how to meet those needs and how they have can be realized.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;He gave us those needs.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;He created life, and He knows how life is to be lived.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;When we fully trust Him, we will experience that abundant life that only He can provide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;When we try to meet our needs our way, we will experience frustration and failure.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;God wants only the best for us, so we must look to God for every need of our lives.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;He wants the best for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Today, many are building their own cisterns which in time will leak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Today, we have more "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;stuff&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;" than we have ever had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;We are constantly seeking more pleasures and ways to satisfy ourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;We seek entertainment that will give us pleasure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;We are still trying to build our own cisterns while the streams of God are flowing&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;all around us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;God is inviting us to come and drink of the living water and never thirst again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;But people desire something that they create.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Many people have such empty lives when they are trying to keep up with people's lives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;in the entertainment world.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;They want to know what these people on TV and in the movies eat,and where they go,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;and who are they dating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Why would we prefer to do things our way rather than accept God's way?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Why do we insist on building broken cisterns rather than drinking from the spring of living water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;that will never run dry?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Why do we run from one thing to another, never finding satisfaction, but never running to God?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Remember when Jesus was sitting at a well when a Samaritan woman came there to draw water,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;He asked: "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Will you give me a drink&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;?"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;In those days it was not acceptable for a man to speak to a woman in public,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;and even more unacceptable for a Jew to speak to a Samaritan.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;When she questioned him, he said, "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;If you knew the gift of God and who it is that asks you for a drink,you would have asked him and he would have given you living water&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;" (John 4:10).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Jesus asked for a drink, because he had no way of getting water from the well,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;and then, He says that if she knew who he was, she would ask him for a drink.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Jesus knew that this woman had tried to satisfy her thirst for life in all the wrong ways.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;She was living with a man who was not her husband, and she had had five husbands before him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;But Jesus was not talking about water, he was talking about life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i108/cristilyn/Decorated%20images/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P6050038.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="299" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i108/cristilyn/Decorated%20images/P6050038.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;He said to her, "Everyone who drinks this water will be thirsty again, but whoever drinks the water&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;I give him will never thirst. Indeed, the water I give him will become in him a spring of water&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;welling up to eternal life" (John 4:13 -14).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Jesus was inviting her to come to him as the source of the water of life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;All of her efforts to find a satisfying life had only brought failure and misery to her.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;She had ruined her life and the lives of others as well.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Her life resembled a broken cistern.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;She was alienated from her community, her family and herself.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;All the life had leaked out of her and she was desperate and hopeless.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;And then, Jesus came into her life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;He offered her more than water; He was going to give her real life – satisfying life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;She received that life, and it became flowing through her, and she couldn't keep quiet&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;about what God had done for her.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;She began telling all her friends and neighbors so that many others began to drink of real life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Pascal said, "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Human beings are peculiar in that they pursue ends they know will bring them&lt;br /&gt;no satisfaction, gorge themselves with food that cannot nourish and with pleasures&lt;br /&gt;that cannot please&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;There are many people like that today.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;They settle for pretend or fragile relationships.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;They look for intimacy in pornography.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;They seek vicarious thrills.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;They try to escape reality.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Instead of living water they search drugs to anesthetize them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;They prevent themselves from really feeling.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;They avoid thinking.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;They live in fear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial;"&gt;People like this whether they are rich or poor, whether they are prominent or unknown,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;they are broken cisterns.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;The Bible describes them, as "…&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;clouds without rain, blown along by the wind; autumn trees,&lt;br /&gt;without fruit and uprooted — twice dead.&lt;br /&gt;They are wild waves of the sea, foaming up their shame; wandering stars,&lt;br /&gt;for whom blackest darkness has been reserved forever&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;" (Jude 1:12_13).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;This is so tragic if that is your position.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;The decision is yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;You can keep on trying to seek for the desires of your life or you can turn to God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;to have your deepest longings met.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;You can continue do it your way or God's way.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;You can continue to pursue your plans or God's plan.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Many are spending their life and their time with trivial things, and never consider eternal matters.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Many are so busy repairing and refilling their broken cistern that they give no thought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;to the fact that they could drink of the living water which will bring complete satisfaction.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;C. S. Lewis said, "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;The only thing Christianity cannot be is moderately important.&lt;br /&gt;It cannot be just one of the many things that you pursue.&lt;br /&gt;It is the most important matter that you could ever pursue.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Most of you are busy, busy .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Your schedule is full, and your time is filled up with all your activities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;But your life is empty, and devoid of real meaning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;You say all the right things, but deep down, there is an emptiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;You should be living a victorious life, but you're not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;You should be free from the consistent anxieties, but you're not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;You should be able to sleep soundly each night, being at peace with God, but you don't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;God is asking you to see what you have been doing with your life, and you will have to say&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;that you spent all your resources on yourself?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;You feel like you have been wasting your life, and you have ignored many opportunities&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;to be used by God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Instead, you have been living your life just to please yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;There are those here who have other people and things in the place where God should be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Things such as: sports, art, sex, music, work, gambling, drugs, alcohol, TV, and even another person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Because of that you are not enjoying the abundant life that God has been ready to give you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;God is ready to bless you with the abundant life that you can have if you would just ask Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;When I was a teenager, I heard my pastor tell of several people in a revival service&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;who had come to the altar, and were on their knees praying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;He told that one lady cried out loudly: "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;O dear God, fill me with your Holy Spirit&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;She cried out the second time: "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;O dear God, fill me with your Holy Spirit&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;And a man on his knees prayed: "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;O dear God, don't do it for she leaks&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Many Christians have developed leaks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;If you do not love God with all your soul, and with all your heart, and with all your strength,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;then you leak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;If you are not putting God first place in your life, then you have sprung a leak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;If you are not obeying the great commission, then you have a leak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;If you are not witnessing to unsaved loved ones and friends, then your cistern is leaking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;If you have gone for days or even for weeks, and you have not even prayed for them,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;then you leak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;If you can spend your day without feeding upon God's Word, then you are leaking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;If you can go day after day without spending time alone in prayer with God,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;then your cistern leaks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;If you just attend church services when you have nothing else planned, then you leak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;If you are not obedient to pay your tithe to God, then you leak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;If you are always against everything that the church has voted to do, then you leak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;If you are always finding fault with your pastor and other church leaders, then you leak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;If you are gossiping, then you leak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;I believe there are those who are thinking:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;How could I have wasted my life after all that God has given me?&lt;br /&gt;How could I have treated God's purpose for my life as though it was unimportant?&lt;br /&gt;How could I have majored on the minors and minored on the majors&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;?"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Just think of all that God was ready to give, and yet, you have considered other things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;more important to you than God.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Joseph Goebbels departed from his religious upbringing that taught him about Christ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;He later remarked, "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;It is almost immaterial what we believe so long as we believe in something."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;For Goebbels that someone was the murderous Adolph Hitler who became Goebbels' substitute for God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;When Hitler was finally trapped and defeated, Goebbels killed himself and his family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;God spoke to the people of Judah through the prophet Jeremiah, saying,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;My people have forsaken Me, the fountain of living waters, and [have made] broken cisterns&lt;br /&gt;that can hold no water&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;." (Jeremiah 2:13)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;They had turned from the one true God to worthless substitutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;To abandon God means we risk being made "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;desolate&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;" (v.12).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;But obedience to Christ brings complete fulfillment that gives life, peace, and hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;All the springs my soul had tested&lt;br /&gt;Failed to meet my deepest need;&lt;br /&gt;Christ alone has met my longing,&lt;br /&gt;He has satisfied indeed&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;—Waggoner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;God alone can satisfy the emptiness of the soul.:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;O God, you are my God, earnestly I seek you; my soul thirsts for you, my body longs for you,&lt;br /&gt;in a dry and weary land where there is no water&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;" (Psalm 63:1).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;The invitation of Jesus is still: "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;If anyone is thirsty, let him come to me and drink&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;." (John 7:37)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;I came to Jesus, and I drank&lt;br /&gt;Of that Life-giving stream;&lt;br /&gt;My thirst was quenched, my soul revived,&lt;br /&gt;And now I live in Him&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Sermon adapted from several sources by Dr. Harold L. 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I realize you may feel neglected at times. You have to understand something about me, I just don't like blogging for blogging's sake. I want to have a message worth writing about, that would lift someone's spirt, inspire them, you get me? Listen, there's a lot of useless information and social talk going around. If people are bored, there's plenty to be read out there for entertainment purposes. I don't like blabbing on and on about nothing.... And I don't need a fan base. I need to change lives, Let my light shine on someone's path! know what I mean?... I have good news! I have exciting blog topics coming up:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;A blog about a dream I had in which I was flying! I interprete that to mean Faith..very cool dream. Another blog based on sermon notes I put together- The Burning Men- It will cost you something but it's worth everything!... cool blog as well. Another one about ..I forgot but I know I jotted it down somewhere. I'm sure it'll be fascinating too ; ) 'K. Will keep you posted. Thanks for hanging in there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/girl%20lake" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="girl and lake Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" src="http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb254/heavenstairs/girlbythelakenv7.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;So I was at the park today. I usually go there when I'm either perplexed by too many thoughts or feelings, needing words to sort them out. &amp;nbsp;Other times I just want to Be, never mind words. Either case, I take my journal. You never know when something worth&amp;nbsp;remembering might sit on you. Bugs had no trouble doing that today. There are soooo many bugs!!! Soooo many different types!!! Ok, ok, task at hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Words.... I didn't have words this time. I had thoughts, good thoughts and bad thoughts. Feelings,&amp;nbsp;demeaning&amp;nbsp;feelings and hopeful feelings. I know I'm better than to allow these to get the best of me, getting run over by the tumbling weeds of "what if's". So when I detect these&amp;nbsp;detestable&amp;nbsp;companions, my soul and I go on a mission to locate and eliminate the suspects... not literally, of course. Many times, it's like I'm a kite in the wind, pushed and shoved in every direction. If there's one thing I know is that my heart's pull of gravity is not Myself. I posses no truth in me strong enough &amp;nbsp;as to provide a Center, an anchor to sanity. So I look to God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;and He doesn't say something for a while. He lets me shout and pout while He just sits there in His sublime calmness, so sure of himself. A lot like my earth dad. and then He says something. It's funny, I think God is a lot like a&amp;nbsp;psychologist. In that counseling class I took back in college, Miss Young&amp;nbsp;emphasized&amp;nbsp;that before we try to "fix" the problem with our&amp;nbsp;enlightening&amp;nbsp;advice, we should describe in &amp;nbsp;our own words&amp;nbsp;back to&amp;nbsp;the person being&amp;nbsp;counseled what they had just said, expounding on their feelings as well. God is awesome. While reading a few verses in the Bible which I felt lead to read, not only were my feelings and thoughts x-rayed but so were the why's and causes of them&amp;nbsp;laid&amp;nbsp;out. How do you like this one?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jeremiah 13:10&lt;br /&gt;These wicked people, who refuse to listen to my words, who follow the stubbornness of their hearts and go after other gods to serve and worship them, will be like this belt—completely useless!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Once again, he obliterated any trust I am to have in myself, my ways and deceitful heart, which changes its mind at the turn of every street. I think we humans never truly graduate from middle school, pertaining to matters of the heart. Adults' souls are just the hair-cut, business suit version of a loud mouth, pimple-face teenagers'. &amp;nbsp;And I'm no different. I just know where to run to, where to draw water from.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Once He read me like the Dollar menu, He then lead me to the answer: Trust. Isn't always about that? I heard a preaching on trust the other day. It was actually the Love Worth Finding church TV program. The pastor was saying how obedience is unquestionable where trust abounds. Where there is a lack of obedience, there's a trust issue. I dig that. My kite- flying venture is a trust issue. God, do you really mean what you say? Are You worth me believing in? Can I trust you with my heart? My future? Do You really have the best intentions for me in mind? Or perhaps I'm better off doing what I think is best for me? Do you really love me? Ok, you say you love me but... Can I trust your love for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.cristilyn.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="235" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i108/cristilyn/Decorated%20images/100_0359.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;So yeah, I stared at the sky. It was a lovely sunset. Aren't they all? I smiled at the colors and the configurations of the birds as they flew by. I stared at the lake water, dancing, so pretty, so calming. Smiled again... It's always moving, going somewhere. I then stared into my heart, a clump of chaos, and &amp;nbsp;distorted point of views, not inspiring at all. But aren't you glad that's never kept the Spirit of God &amp;nbsp;away from an unformed,&amp;nbsp;wretched&amp;nbsp;thing before?! In fact, that's when He gets ready to do His best work yet! I read one thing and it made all the difference. Psalm 78. I knew beforehand this is a super long Psalm. But I forget every time that it's not really about a recount of Israel's journey through the dessert but about the God of Israel and their Trust issue. Read the whole thing. I'll just mention these:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;verses 7-8&lt;br /&gt;Then they would put their trust in God&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;and would not forget his deeds&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;but would keep his commands.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;They would not be like their ancestors—&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;a stubborn and rebellious generation,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;whose hearts were not loyal to God,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;whose spirits were not faithful to him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;verse 22&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;for they did not believe in God&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;or trust in his deliverance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Another version says, "..they would set their Hope in God...set its heart aright with God.." In the end, God does what He had made-up His mind to do with Israel not because of them but in spite of them. Hhmmm, no comment ; )&amp;nbsp;After reading this, meditating on His words, I felt A LOT better, needless to say. And I realized He is most definitely worthy of my Love and trust. Love is not love until there's obedience. And hardly any obedience can take place without Trust. And goodness knows I want to love God with ALL!&amp;nbsp;You are worthy of my trust, my God and Friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;You know what else He said? He whispered this just to me but I want to share it with you 'cause I'm sure He'd say it to you just the same. It went something like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;"You know, all those thoughts and worries that have made you feel deceived, betrayed, divided, confused, as if your future was uncertain- I never counted on those. Those were never part of my plan for you. My plans for you have not been altered at all, untouched by all those factors that seem to bother you so much. My plans are intact, complete, unaltered. Everything's going just fine. Now will you Trust my Love for you? Those desires for beautiful, hope-filled things, that is yours. I gave that to you. My thoughts towards you outnumber the grains of sand. You will have some of that loveliness here on earth and the rest of it in eternity. Do you know how the story ends? The princess gets the Prince and they live happily ever after! ; )" The Prince meaning Jesus, of course. Isn't it just like God to say such things?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;And this is the part where I picked the bug I didn't bother&amp;nbsp;identifying&amp;nbsp;out the back of my hair, I guess in more ways than one. I took a big sigh of relief, finished slapping all the other bugs crawling on me and my books and texted my sister-in-law back that I would go jogging with her around the park before dinner ; ) The End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear in my spirit that song, "Be still and know that I am God..." Psalm 46:10. &amp;nbsp;Juanita Bynum's version (goosebumps) :&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=00xX8GBBvMI"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=00xX8GBBvMI&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... And this blog only took me 3 hours to put together...another reason I don't write so often. 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So I never thought this would happen to me! Last month I went on a free cruise with a beautiful ministry,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://jchealingministries.org/"&gt;http://jchealingministries.org/&lt;/a&gt;, Rev. Debra Hoskins. A blessing beyond my wildest dreams! Who would have told me I was going to be on the biggest ship in the world for 7 wonderful days... for Free!! It turns out a lady that had payed for her ticket was not able to attend at the last minute and I was handed over the precious opportunity. I met amazing, beautiful people in Jesus who were also part of the conference on the ship. We worshipped, fellowshipped and recreated in God's&amp;nbsp;luscious nature: sun, beach and fun! We made stops at&amp;nbsp;Haiti, Jamaica and&amp;nbsp;Cozumel, Mexico. The food was glorious! The meetings were rapturous, and all together&amp;nbsp;unforgettable!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v-GathO1vV8/TflJyP5EbuI/AAAAAAAAAFk/GfIPusz7nz8/s1600/254846_517248374814_186300382_30455834_89512_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="224" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v-GathO1vV8/TflJyP5EbuI/AAAAAAAAAFk/GfIPusz7nz8/s400/254846_517248374814_186300382_30455834_89512_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Nina and I boarding the "Allure of Seas" ship in Haiti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I even got to worship an hour before every morning and evening meeting, my favorite! God knows this is the one thing I could not take a vacation from, worshipping Him on some kind of instrument. My friend, Nina, (who also go to go for free!!) had taken her guitar. But on the first night, I wondered into the conference room early and found the piano. You see, I have an inner instrument-detection mechanism that leads me to the room with a lonely guitar or piano which&amp;nbsp;beckons me to come and play it. It finds me every &amp;nbsp;time ; ) Been that way since I was small and could barely walk. So it was, the piano found me and I kept finding it every morning and night thereafter. Words not suffice to express what worshipping Jesus means to me! This time, on a big, big ship, in the middle of the ocean, among&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;raving waves,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;enamored&amp;nbsp;by ravishing sunrises and sunsets&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;(how I love those!),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;islands and sunny beaches, the spacious, roaring nothingness under a clear, moon-light sky... something really special happened to me... and I'd like to tell you all about it ; )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Way back when, I was in my parents' church... I wasn't the youth director yet, but I was leading worship often, one of the guys from youth group came up to me telling me about all these experiences he was having with God while in prayer. Soon thereafter he was part of a missions trip to Mexico and the testimonies when they got back were almost absurd. The rest of the youth were sharing about how God had manifested with power, signs and&amp;nbsp;healings&amp;nbsp;through my friend. I had to ask him, "What's going on with you? What are you doing differently?" He told me about this book he had read, "Good Morning Holy Spirit", by Benny Hinn and how he just prayed these same prayers and asked God to visit his life as He had Benny Hinn's. Sure enough, he said, "The Holy Spirit became so real, close and personal, like a relative or a friend". Needless to say I was very intrigued and picked up the book&amp;nbsp;right away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;It wasn't the book, it was the Person behind the book. He wanted me to know Him more than anything. I've often thought about what would have happened if I had never picked up the book? or never read it?...What if I had not asked my friend about it? I figure He would have revealed Himself sooner or later through other means. I read the book. I&amp;nbsp;devoured&amp;nbsp;the book. I never put down the book. When I wasn't reading it or the Bible, I was locked up in my room worshipping and, or praying. Even my mom complained, "You have a family, you know!" I knew nothing else. I didn't want to know anything else. There was a realization: this is what I was created for, to know Him!! I asked Him questions. I journaled about Him. I walked with Him, laughed with Him,&amp;nbsp;literally, sometimes&amp;nbsp;embarrassing myself infront of strangers. Nothing was more real. Nothing was to me more captivating that this Being, the Holy Spirit, who taught me about Jesus, His Word and the Father and about myself and those around me. I also became more bold sharing my faith with others in high school. I even prophesied to a group of goths in lunch time! I was taken over. I changed career paths. I even preached in church with such clarity and anointing that some still comment about it. I wrote songs that to this day carry a presence that melt hearts right into the throne room... So what happend? I asked myself when I was on the ship, when did this all dissipate? ... like the misty curtain vanishes, &amp;nbsp;escaping, as the sun rises...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Life, life happened to me, like it happens to us all. There was this boy... it's always a boy (or a girl if you're a guy). I also went to college and though I spent much time in prayer, Bible reading and worship, and had meaningful encounters with God there, it wasn't the same... Why wasn't it?..... It's been a couple of years since I've been back from college, been in the real world, the world of unemployment, as a comedian friend of mine would say. I've been hired and fired...No, not really fired...anyway,&amp;nbsp;quitted and...also quit looking. I've ventured, climbed mountains I thought defined me... which ended up being more like mole hills under a magnifying glass! Disappointing. I've chased the latest trends in worship styles and ministry movements. All the same thing, usually running on (if not for) fame, a little more than a name with a pretty face and a catchy phrase, need I say more? Nothing like what I encountered way back when. It had changed my life. It changed me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;He changed me! It's not a movement nor a ministry style nor a person who carries the keys to lasting transformation... or relative impact, &amp;nbsp;whatever you want to call it. It's still all about a Person, the Person of Jesus Christ. His Holy Spirit is as real today as He was on that day in&amp;nbsp;Pentecost when Jesus' friends looked at each other, cried and laughed seeing the torches over their heads!! Ha ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Only a personal encounter with this&amp;nbsp;magnificent Being can bring about anything that marks someone for the better... or for the best! For there to be a splendid Before and After there has to be this moment of realization where one says, "I've met Him! I want to know Him more and more! He is all that I want! This is Life and it's worth my all!" ... And lets just say all of this is old news to you and you've been there and done that, bought the CDs, the DVDs, got part one, part two, and on the waiting list for three and four, got the t-shirt, which is sitting at the bottom of your drawer, you take it out every other Saturday to wash your car and the rest of that junk is up for sale on ebay... you're not as enlightened as you hoped for and a bit more broke you'd admit to after the fact... still seeking that Jacob's ladder revelation, like me...... Well, it's still all about God and the chase, as Tommy Tenney would say. That Person has all your answers and all you need. Stop buying stuff that promises a secret (or short cut) to this or that and get on your knees and talk to the Man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;That's what I did when I got back from the cruise. This was more than a cruise or a dreamy, free vacation. This was a set up. He called out to me and said, "Remember Me? Not with your fancy books and glittery pens, your pretty music and rainbow highlighters... Me? Just me?! Just you on your knees and I on your face, tears streaming down and your heart crumbled, surrendered, held out to me as &amp;nbsp;you say- 'Have it all, have all of me! I'm all yours! Do with me as you please! This is all I want, more of you! Please, have my all!'". This is what I heard when I got back from the ship, when I was alone and got on my knees without gimmicks or aids. This is all I've ever wanted just didn't know how to get it back... didn't know how to look for it... forgot I lost it, misplaced it... forgot it meant this much to me!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;So, thank you, free cruise, Debra, and the anointed men and women that God used to whisper a little something in my heart, a little something I'm living to hear more of everyday, alone, in prayer..... no gimmicks, no CDs, just me and my Bible, His voice and my tears... and a journal so I can tell you all about it when I get back! You know.... I had a dream years ago, while I was in college. I was in a big white ship in the middle of the ocean. Everything was white on the inside and the ocean was alive, as if it were God's presence, Himself, His glory. It really impacted me... Maybe He's been planing that cruise for a while...ha, ha! Well.... Happy God-encounters, everyone! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ernZPnoR1LI/TflKCnQSPNI/AAAAAAAAAFo/D8wmm9wFdBM/s1600/254979_517248344874_186300382_30455832_4715336_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ernZPnoR1LI/TflKCnQSPNI/AAAAAAAAAFo/D8wmm9wFdBM/s400/254979_517248344874_186300382_30455832_4715336_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Awhhhh... this was amazing! A beach in Haiti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2mQeBAfmk4E/TflKUUea23I/AAAAAAAAAFs/ZvxiNs1PG1o/s1600/253460_517248384794_186300382_30455835_561196_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2mQeBAfmk4E/TflKUUea23I/AAAAAAAAAFs/ZvxiNs1PG1o/s400/253460_517248384794_186300382_30455835_561196_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The Jamaican coast, mon, from my friend, Nina's cabin balcony.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8yfqRU6W7po/TflK6vyRZNI/AAAAAAAAAFw/XRyeHdUrBEU/s1600/251566_10150319214646959_504236958_9592744_2139675_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8yfqRU6W7po/TflK6vyRZNI/AAAAAAAAAFw/XRyeHdUrBEU/s400/251566_10150319214646959_504236958_9592744_2139675_n.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Rev. Debra Hoskins, from JCHealingMinistries.org, and I in Adagio dining room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rRQTbBO8_rk/TflmPFwx_eI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Jy3ORU-nEIs/s1600/255027_10150319222001959_504236958_9592828_3356014_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rRQTbBO8_rk/TflmPFwx_eI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Jy3ORU-nEIs/s400/255027_10150319222001959_504236958_9592828_3356014_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Part of the group of ministers and attendees at the conference on the ship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nxrv4cSpbF8/Tfl-0B4DQBI/AAAAAAAAAF4/_4mXN8LZAjY/s1600/piano.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nxrv4cSpbF8/Tfl-0B4DQBI/AAAAAAAAAF4/_4mXN8LZAjY/s400/piano.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rev. Debra preaching and I playing on the infamous piano!! It was "Daughter's of the King", &lt;br /&gt;a special women's ministry night. We all got dressed up and were romanced by Jesus!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;P.S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;IHOP-Miami update: It's going strong. We are still meeting at the Kendall location. The wonderful River of Life Church hosts us there. We open the prayer room for 12 hours on Saturday, 10 AM to 10 PM in addition to Tuesdays - Friday from 9 AM to 4 PM. However, I am only able to attend Saturdays, reason being, gas $, and a part-time, soon to be full-time the Lord blessed me with when I got back from the cruise. Only God knows how bad it hurt to be dirt-poor broke for so long. Jehova Jireh, our provider.... it didn't hurt that bad. But praise God for a job. The full-time ministry may come in the future.... sure feels like full-time ministry though. I'm leading worship for a Spanish church on Thursday and Sunday nights and giving guitar and piano lessons at IHOP-Miami on Saturdays since I'm there all day pretty much. It kinda hurts having to fight for my alone times with Jesus versus hours to spare at His feet... He knows my heart. I guess I have to guard the hours I do set apart for that.... hmmmm.... Doable!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;P.S.S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I dyed my dreads yesterday...well, bleached them, and the results are brownish, orangy blondish and&amp;nbsp;reddish&amp;nbsp;dreads, Ha Ha! Hey, Six months is a LONG time for someone not to dye their hair!&amp;nbsp;Someone&amp;nbsp;that's worn every shade and style under the sun!.... Love the dreads and what it means between God and I ; )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/409094102365962738-1697825904713824082?l=nuevocantico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuevocantico.blogspot.com/feeds/1697825904713824082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nuevocantico.blogspot.com/2011/06/ship-o-dreams.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/409094102365962738/posts/default/1697825904713824082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/409094102365962738/posts/default/1697825904713824082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuevocantico.blogspot.com/2011/06/ship-o-dreams.html' title='&lt;center&gt;Ship o&apos; Dreams&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>Nuevo Cántico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05211874875171340316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-USGViWqd8zU/TVY0bKrDSOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/lYYtlMqde0I/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v-GathO1vV8/TflJyP5EbuI/AAAAAAAAAFk/GfIPusz7nz8/s72-c/254846_517248374814_186300382_30455834_89512_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-409094102365962738.post-574936999713686772</id><published>2011-03-30T00:38:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T00:33:04.097-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pray for the peace of Jerusalem - "The Day After" by Chaim Goldberg</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yesterday was without a doubt the most emotionally chaotic day I’ve ever experienced in Israel.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I was privileged to make Aliyah to Israel 4 years ago.&amp;nbsp; And while I was here during Operation Cast Lead in Gaza at the end of 2008, I was not here during the intifadas.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I have never experienced life during random terror attacks on buses and inside restaurants and cafes.&amp;nbsp; I’ve seen the pictures and the videos.&amp;nbsp; I pass by the memorial plaques, I’ve heard the stories.&amp;nbsp; But I’ve never experienced it first hand.&amp;nbsp; Until yesterday.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sadly I’ve grown used to hearing about rocket attacks in the south of Israel.&amp;nbsp; By God’s grace no civilians have been killed in a few years (since Cast Lead) so even though I know I have cousins who live near the Gaza border and friends in Be’er Sheva and Ashdod, I don’t get all worked up when I hear another grad rocket or mortar has been fired at our southern communities.&amp;nbsp; Don’t get me wrong, I abhor it and pray for my loved one’s protection, but in a way I’ve just become numb to it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yesterday, however, really woke me out of that ‘numbness.’&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You see I live in Tel Aviv.&amp;nbsp; They call it ‘the bubble.’&amp;nbsp; We’re in the center of the country, so we’re usually outside of rocket range from terrorists in Gaza (although Iran is working hard to supply both Hamas and Hezbollah with longer-range missiles).&amp;nbsp; So most of the time life just goes on here as normal even when terrorists are striking in other parts of the country.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;My daily routine involves going to my coffee shop each morning for ‘breakfast’ to go.&amp;nbsp; Taking 2 buses and then going to work here at Maoz.&amp;nbsp; My commute home involves 2 more buses and then I’m back in my apartment (with my roommates, 2 of whom currently serve in the IDF).&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;It’s a pretty normal routine, and I greatly enjoy my work, my home, my life in general in this beautiful, miraculous nation.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;But yesterday, terrorists disrupted my routine.&amp;nbsp; They bombed a bus in Jerusalem.&amp;nbsp; A bus.&amp;nbsp; They packed explosives and shrapnel inside a package/bag and left it to explode at a bus stop near the entrance to the city, just outside the international convention center.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A bus.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I ride 4 buses every day here in Israel.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yesterday’s attack really hit home.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;After work last night, after watching the news from Jerusalem, reading all the horrific details, hearing about the woman who died and the dozens who were injured… I walked out of the office and what passed by?&amp;nbsp; A bus.&amp;nbsp; An ‘Egged’ bus (the name of the bus line that was attacked yesterday).&amp;nbsp; My heart sank.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Despite the cold and rainy weather, I actually considered walking home for a moment.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;But, I couldn’t.&amp;nbsp; Not out of laziness, but out of resolve.&amp;nbsp; I had to get on that bus, I had to live my life.&amp;nbsp; I couldn’t let “them,” as they say, ‘win.’&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And so I did.&amp;nbsp; I got on the bus.&amp;nbsp; I admit I looked around at everyone a little more suspiciously than usual. I looked for any unusual looking bags/packages.&amp;nbsp; It was nerve-racking.&amp;nbsp; But I had to do it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I also took my second bus, and by God’s grace we all made it home safely.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;But it’s a day I’ll never forget.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;It’s the day my safety ‘bubble’ here in Israel got burst.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yesterday school children in Ashdod and Be’er Sheva had no classes.&amp;nbsp; It wasn’t a snow-day, it was a ‘bomb day.’&amp;nbsp; Because so many rockets and mortars had been fired on the cities over the weekend, classes were actually cancelled.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Our executive secretary here at Maoz came running to my office yesterday morning to ask for prayer, because her daughter called her from the campus of Ben Gurion University in Be’er Sheva, when the warning sirens went off, indicating an incoming attack.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes, it was a stressful day.&amp;nbsp; And today a family is mourning a loved one, 56 year old Mary-Jane Gardner who just got on the bus, like I do, to live her normal life.&amp;nbsp; She was a student studying the Bible in Israel.&amp;nbsp; A believer in Yeshua, who had plans to go to Africa to work on translating the Bible into a language currently without the Holy Scriptures.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And today 12 people remain hospitalized and dozens more are at home, still in shock, their families and friends also still recovering from the anxiety.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;One of the victims, Sasson Tzedaka, survived another terror attack 8 years earlier outside Cafe Rimon, also in downtown Jerusalem.&amp;nbsp; Can you even imagine what life is like for him today?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;So, when the headlines die down, and the ‘blame-Israel’ rhetoric begins again… just know that we’ll still be here.&amp;nbsp; Getting on our buses, living our lives, and secretly, deep down wondering when the next attack will happen again.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And what is our crime?&amp;nbsp; What did we do to deserve these attacks?&amp;nbsp; We accepted a small strip of land in 1948, that by the way, the international community offered us.&amp;nbsp; The Palestinians were also offered a strip of land, but they said ‘no.’&amp;nbsp; They wanted both strips.&amp;nbsp; And they attacked us on that first day in our re-born nation in 1948 and they’ve been attacking us ever since.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I recently heard journalist Tom Brokaw say ‘all life is like junior high school’.&amp;nbsp; How right he is.&amp;nbsp; The Palestinians didn’t want to share.&amp;nbsp; They wanted it all for themselves, and they’ve been pouting in the corner, trying to get the world to feel sorry for them and allowing their bigger brothers to exploit their ‘victimization’ ever since.&amp;nbsp; And they’ve been throwing rocks and anything else they can get their hands on.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes, junior high behavior for sure.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Isn’t 62 years of pouting and rock throwing enough?&amp;nbsp; Apparently not.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;God tells us in His word to pray for the peace of Jerusalem.&amp;nbsp; And in Psalm 137 it says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;“If I forget you, O Jerusalem, let my right hand forget its skill! If I do not remember you, let my tongue cling to the roof of my mouth- If I do not exalt Jerusalem above my chief joy.”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Today Jerusalem and all of Israel is in mourning.&amp;nbsp; Will you mourn with us?&amp;nbsp; Will you pray for us?&amp;nbsp; Will you stand by us?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IVpycPSpMtY/TVyw4-5hdVI/AAAAAAAAAFM/VmHhd3U0UQ4/s1600/kim.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IVpycPSpMtY/TVyw4-5hdVI/AAAAAAAAAFM/VmHhd3U0UQ4/s400/kim.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Dear Warriors,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 17px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 17px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="right" bgcolor="#ffffff" border="0" cellpadding="5" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; 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font-weight: inherit; line-height: 13px; text-decoration: underline;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img align="left" alt="" border="0" src="http://elinks.micahtek.com/kcc/images/facebook-icon.png" style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-width: initial; line-height: 13px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/prophetkimclement" style="color: #336699; cursor: pointer; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 13px; text-decoration: underline;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Facebook/Prophet Kim Clement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The Beatitudes have influenced me in a huge way, being the stepping-stone to the Sermon on the Mount. Love your kinsmen, that's easy, but He said, "Love your enemies." Now we're talking! It's literally impossible without a special grace. Forgiving your enemies is difficult enough. But the idea of our enemies being stepping-stones to our destiny, and forgiveness being the action that moves us there, became apparent to me as I considered that these enemies were becoming my bedfellows. So, do we see the dynamic in the demonic? After 33 years of consecrated service to the Jehovah of ages, the Everlasting Elohim, I can "see" the dynamic, not the demonic. It's not easy, you know. I see the grapes, not the giants now, the spoil not the toil. Our enemy wants us to remain "song-less" because of the affliction placed upon us, but the fact is that my most beautiful songs are born out of pain, seeing that our Creator gives us songs in the night, our lips are being tuned to the melody of Heaven. Every arrow of guilt, which Satan might shoot at us, is broken, for who can lay anything to the charge of God's elect? Vain are the sharp swords of internal infernal malice and the perpetual battles of the serpent seed. Does it not say that in the midst of the Church the lame take the prey and the feeblest warriors are crowned? Failure is critical to success. Absence of war - absence of heroes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 17px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm just sharing my heart with you today. I can only share what I've experienced and learned on this prophetic journey. At 11 years of age, I wanted to be wealthy and to have a fortune. I would've killed for it, but now that I am old(er), and having tasted its dastardliness, I hide from its judges. I've not entered the race, in fact, I run from it. Everyone desires fortune, and at times it is assisted, but fame is earned. Have you observed how fame, in the wrong hands, always goes to extremes? Horrible monsters or brilliant prodigies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 17px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 17px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I can only imagine your (my warriors) journey. Each one is different. Hopefully when I share my own "pain to gain to reign" stories, you are strengthened on your journey. The popular saying goes, "What you SEE you BE." Jacob had a problem when he started his journey. His brother hated him and wanted him dead. Jacob had to leave his home in a hurry and stopped in a desert place to rest. He had no pillow so he used a stone to rest his head. Have you ever been in that place? Of course you have - in different circumstances. During the night, God gives him a dream and declares what is INSIDE of Jacob. ISRAEL is inside of Jacob. Israel is Prince with God. God had to draw the Israel out of Jacob so He began with a revelation. Jacob woke up and everything changed from that point onwards, his perception, his attitude and then finally his words. Jacob began to prophesy to his pain. He called that same place of pain by its rightful name - Bethel. "This is none other than the HOUSE OF GOD!" You must remember the very place that he had laid his head to rest was the land that God had promised him. We learned a lot about Israel's beginning. Just recently I was meditating on Jacob's story. GOD PROTECTED JACOB BECAUSE JACOB HAD ISRAEL (God's chosen) INSIDE OF HIM. GOD WAS PROTECTING HIS FUTURE - HIS DESTINY. God protects you when you carry destiny and you allow Him to guide you on the journey. He found Jacob in a desert land, and in the howling waste of the wilderness; He encircled him, He cared for him, and He kept him as the apple of His eye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 17px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 17px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;As I shared on New Year's Eve 2010, we have the capability as the people of God, to do EXPLOITS in His name. I proceeded to share some of God's greatest exploits through Jesus. We seem to focus on supernatural manifestations as great exploits but do we ever really think about the exploits that do not require supernatural intervention, but simple courage, sacrifice and intestinal fortitude?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 17px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 17px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;These are the human exploits of Jesus Christ:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 17px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 17px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;1. He humbled himself unto death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 17px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;2. He was obedient unto death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 17px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;3. He dined with sinners - said no to sin but yes to sinners&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 17px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;4. He rejected a rich young ruler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 17px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;5. He publicly withstood the Pharisees and Saducees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 17px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;6. He broke religious man-made laws&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 17px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;7. He stood alongside the woman caught in adultery and withstood the hypocrisy of the men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 17px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;8. He touched a leper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 17px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 17px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;(No longer would God teach the leper his leprosy by setting him at a distance, but He Himself suffered the penalty of the leper's defilement. Jesus touched the leper. This unclean person had broken through the regulations of the ceremonial law and pressed into the house. But Jesus, instead of judging the leper, broke through the law Himself in order to meet Him. He made an interchange with the leper because while He cleansed him, Jesus contracted a Levitical defilement through that touch. He took the sickness upon his body.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 17px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 17px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;9. He loved children and let them near Him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 17px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;10. He was sensitive to the needs of poor and rich alike&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 17px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 17px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The woman with the issue of blood did something with fear of being judged and condemned. She drew near and touched His robe. Jesus immediately replied, "Somebody touched me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 17px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 17px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;What is the one thing that stops people from doing an exploit? Fear of failure and fear of conflict or war. Failure is critical to success! As I said before; Absence of war = absence of heroes. Determine to do something courageous every day. Your sacrifice will catch the attention of Heaven and Earth. Once you see the dynamic, and not the demonic, you will find your journey far more enjoyable. 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It's a unique sound, the expression of my heart through tough circumstances… AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ;O !!!&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IHOP-Miami has been on a building fast. We are relocating, aiming towards a 24/7 prayer and worship reality in our city. This is the longging deep within the heart of every worshipper whose heart is being molded by the Potter after the design of His favorite worshipper, King David. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;"&gt;We are on the move, meeting in tents… I mean houses and praying through till we conquer our promise land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After barely a month of walking through this transitional wilderness, my shoes nearly gave out... well, my car did, literally. Anyway, I've tasted the overflow of coarse, unrelenting tears under the scorching heat of oppressive trials of all kinds, financial trials, emotional trials, mind-struggling trials... and the slightest hint of hope felt more like a mirage, ever fleeting, unattainable. Oh, but I was not disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned the song of the wilderness. It's the song you can only hear through adverse circumstances. It's the song that your heart sings back to God when it figures out the worst thing that could happen is death and death for the Christian is not that horrible a thing, after all, this earth is not our home. I was resolute that this trial period wasn't going to have the best of me, I was gonna have IT. As it happens in the lives of His children, it just so happened during this time of the unleashed Refiner's fire, every preaching lined up and every worship set echoed this message: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In this you greatly rejoice, though now for a little while, if need be, you have been grieved by various trials, that the genuineness of your faith, being much more precious than gold that perishes, though it is tested by fire, may be found to praise, honor, and glory at the revelation of Jesus Christ" 1 Peter 1:6-7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I consider that our present sufferings are not worth comparing with the glory that will be revealed in us. For the creation waits in eager expectation for the children of God to be revealed." Romans 8:18-19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a point to my suffering and there was something beautiful being brought forth- a purified heart and a surpassing glory. As I pressed in and through it the Lord ministered a new anointing to me. I arose with a new sound, a strong sprit of praise, full of courage and endurance. I began to increase in compassion for those that have what money can buy but lack true joy in life, the kind that nothing or no one can take from you because of its spiritual composition, incorruptible, inalterable by any adverse situation faced here on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I urge you and challenge you to press in through the difficult circumstances you may be facing. Run to the secret place, do not run from it, for there you will receive your song, through the wilderness. You won't be there for ever but while you are there, make the most out of it and utter sounds of gratitude, of trust in God and He is sure not to disappoint you. He will give you a treasure in exchange for your temporarily suspended comforts. God can not fail, 2 Timothy 2:13. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following is a little blurb I wrote for this month's IHOP-Miami Newsletter. It's a recount of what brought me to IHOP-Miami in the first place. reminiscence brings perspective. It's been a beautiful journey... thus far…. O yes, and I have dreads. It's my deep into IHOP-Miami make over ; ) So far so good.. hair wise. &lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-THoj_dyabXs/TVQtQc36VhI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Lp9db3ljQFg/s1600/me.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-THoj_dyabXs/TVQtQc36VhI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Lp9db3ljQFg/s1600/me.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My journey to IHOP-Miami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine is the story of many aspiring worship leaders in the U.S. I had the wrong goal with the right motive- to become "successful" (famous/rich/known) leading people into the presence of God. I just thought that's what it took to "make it" in the Christian music scene. My parents are pastors and I began to lead worship at church since I was 16. As an avid musician/songwriter it was only a matter of time before I had a portfolio full of catchy tunes ready to be recorded. So I did. With the help of talented friends and family I put together my first praise and worship CD in Spanish, Nuevo Cántico- Alégrense. And the sensible thing to do after such an accomplishment is to promote it! So I did that. I went as far as my connections took me in South Florida and abroad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I soon realized the dream given to me in the Secret Place had turned into a nightmare, a race towards an ever fading finale. I became bitter towards what was once my gift. I was disillusioned, disappointed. I looked at every other up-n-coming "artist" with a sense of jealousy and competition. I had lost sight of my treasure. I was depressed and confused about my journey. If this was my dream but it wasn't really what I wanted after all, what was I suppose to do now?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was then I walked in through the doors of IHOP-Miami, with the desire to just be carried and encountered by the lover of my soul, Jesus, to rekindle that first love which I had misplaced in all this chasing after the wind. I did. I found Him, or better said He fond me and placed me back where I was meant to be all along, by His feet. This is the place of most importance to me now. Who I am before His eyes defines me and it's how I measure my "success". My CDs sit in boxes in my closet and I don't care. I give them away, in fact. I am so happy and fulfilled knowing I have "made it" in His sight.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have learned to worship with my lifestyle. It's a sweet fragrance before His throne. My life is the song He hears continuously whether I'm singing or not. And the joy I feel? "The world can't take it from me 'cause it didn't give it to me"- a lyric He gave in the wilderness. Now I create and produce even more than I did back then. I write new songs practically every day! But this time it's out of pure artistic enjoyment, out of love for Him, out of gratitude for the gift of life He's given me, definitely not because I'm in a "race" in the industry. I challenge other worshipers out there to re-evaluate their journey. To trace back their steps and survey their losses and gains. The Secret Place is too wonderful to loose and the praise of the masses is not worth aiming for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grateful and in love with Jesus,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Cristilyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blogpost was brought to you in part by &lt;a href="http://www.synonyms.net/"&gt;www.synonyms.net&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;… it would be nice of they paid me for this. ; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;|||| EN ESPAÑOL ||||&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"OK es así, a ponerme al día acerca de mis pensamientos y sentimientos ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha sido dulce y a la vez amargo, cual es una receta perfecta para lograr una originalidad exquisita, dice Kim Clement. Es un sonido único, la expresión de mi corazón en medio de circunstancias difíciles ... AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ; o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IHOP-Miami ha estado ayunando lo que es el edificio de reunión. Estamos relocalizandonos, la meta: oración y adoración 24 / 7, que esto sea una realidad en nuestra ciudad. Este es el deseo profundo de cada adorador cuyo corazón está siendo moldeado por el Alfarero de acuerdo al diseño de Su adorador favorito, el rey David. Estamos en transición, reuniéndonos en tiendas de campaña …quiero decir, en las casas, y permaneceremos en oración hasta conquistar nuestra tierra prometida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Después de apenas un mes caminando por este desierto de transición, los zapatos casi se me danzasen … bueno, mi carro sí, literalmente. De todas formas, he probado el desbordamiento amargo de implacable lágrimas bajo el calor abrasador de las pruebas opresivas de todo tipo, pruebas financieras, emocionales, en la mente ... y el menor suspiro de esperanza parecía más bien un espejismo, siempre fugaz, inalcanzable. Ah, pero yo no estaba decepcionada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He aprendido el canto del desierto. Es la canción que sólo se puede escuchar a través de circunstancias adversas. Es la canción que tu corazón le canta a Dios cuando se da cuenta que lo peor que podría sucederle es la muerte y la muerte para el cristiano no es una gran cosa, después de todo, esta tierra no es nuestro hogar. Estaba decidida que este período de prueba no iba a obtener lo mejor de mí, mas bien, yo sería la que recibiría mayor recompensa. Como sucede en las vidas de Sus hijos, durante este tiempo de prueba y fuego, cada predicación y canción de adoración hacía eco a este mensaje:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Esto es para ustedes motivo de gran alegría, a pesar de que hasta ahora han tenido que sufrir diversas pruebas por un tiempo. El oro, aunque perecedero, se acrisola al fuego. Así también la fe de ustedes, que vale mucho más que el oro, al ser acrisolada por las pruebas demostrará que es digna de aprobación, gloria y honor cuando Jesucristo se revele"1 Pedro 1:6-7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"De hecho, considero que en nada se comparan los sufrimientos actuales con la gloria que habrá de revelarse en nosotros. La creación aguarda con ansiedad la revelación de los hijos de Dios" Romanos 8:18-19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubo un momento en mi sufrimiento que salió a la luz un corazón purificado y una gloria incomparable. El Señor me ministró una nueva unción. Me levanté con un sonido nuevo, un fuerte espíritu de alabanza, lleno de coraje y resistencia. Me empezó a invadir una compasión por aquellos que tienen lo que el dinero les puede comprar, pero les falta el verdadero gozo en la vida, el que nada ni nadie nos puede robar porque su composición espiritual es incorruptible, inalterable, por adversa que sea la situación que enfrentemos aquí en la tierra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te exhorto y desafío a ser fuerte y confiar en Dios aun en las circunstancias difíciles que puedas estar enfrentando. Corre hacia ese Lugar Secreto, no huyas de él, porque tu también recibirás tu canción en el desierto. No vas a estar ahí para siempre, pero mientras que estes allí, saca el máximo provecho y proclama sonidos de gratitud, de confianza en Dios y Él seguramente no te defraudará. Él te dará un tesoro a cambio de tu confort suspendido temporalmente. Dios no puede fallar, 2 Timoteo 2:13.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo siguiente es un pequeño escrito que hice para el Boletín de este mes de IHOP-Miami . Es un recuento de como llegué a IHOP-Miami. Recordar esto me ha hecho recobrar perspectiva. Ha sido un hermoso viaje … hasta ahora .... O sí, y tengo rastas, dreads. Han habido muchos cambios, por dentro y fuera desde que llegué a IHOP-Miami ; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi jornada hacia IHOP-Miami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La mía es la historia de muchos líderes de alabanza en los EE.UU. Yo tenía el objetivo equivocado aunque la motivación correcta. Queria ser "éxitosa" (famosa / rica y conocida) guiando a las personas a la presencia de Dios. Pensaba que eso es lo que indicaría que había llegado a la cima en el escenario de musica cristiana. Mis padres son pastores y comencé a dirigir la adoración en la iglesia desde que tenía 16 años.Como músico ávido y compositora fue sólo cuestión de tiempo para que tuviera una colección de melodías pegadizas listas para ser grabadas. Así que lo hice. Con la ayuda de talentosos amigos y familiares logré mi primer Album de alabanza y adoración en español, "Nuevo Cántico-Alegrense". Y lo más sensato por hacer después de ese logro es promoverlo! Así lo hice. Fui hasta donde mis conexiones me llevaron en el sur de la Florida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pronto me di cuenta que el sueño que me llegó en el Lugar Secreto se había convertido en una pesadilla, una carrera sin final. Resentía lo que una vez fue mi regalo. Estaba desilusionada, decepcionada. Miraba a los demás que empezaban su carrera "artística" con un sentir de celos y competencia. Yo había perdido de vista mi tesoro. Estaba deprimida y confundida acerca de mi jornada en la vida. Si este era mi sueño, pero ya no era lo que quería después de todo, ¿qué se supone que debía hacer ahora?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fue entonces cuando entré por las puertas de IHOP-Miami, con el deseo de simplemente ser cargada y encontrarme con el amante de mi alma, Jesús, reavivar ese primer amor que había descuidado corriendo tras el viento. Así fue. Lo encontré, o mejor dicho El me encontró a mi y me puso de nuevo en ese sitio que estaba destinado para mi todo este tiempo, sentada a sus pies. Este es el lugar de mayor importancia para mí ahora. Quién yo soy ante sus ojos me define y es la medida de mi "éxito". Mi CD está almacenado en cajas en mi closet y no me importa.Yo los regalo, de hecho. Estoy muy feliz y satisfecha al saber que estoy cumpliendo la meta verdadera, ser amiga de Dios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He aprendido a adorar con mi estilo de vida. Es una fragancia dulce ante Su trono. Mi vida es la canción que El escucha constantemente, esté yo cantando o no. ¿Y el gozo que siento? "El mundo no puede quitarmelo porque no me lo dio" - la letra de una canción que me dió en el desierto. Ahora creo y produzco incluso más que antes. Escribo canciones nuevas prácticamente todos los días! Pero esta vez es de puro satisfacción artística, por amor a Él, en agradecimiento por el regalo de la vida que me ha dado, definitivamente no es porque estoy en una "carrera" de la industria. Yo reto a los adoradores que hay por ahí que vuelvan a evaluar su viaje, que rastrean sus pasos y pesen las pérdidas y las ganancias. El Lugar Secreto es demasiado maravilloso para perderlo y el reconocimiento de las masas no es una meta que vale la pena alcanzar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agradecida y enamorada de Cristo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cristilyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/409094102365962738-5277127725681586696?l=nuevocantico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuevocantico.blogspot.com/feeds/5277127725681586696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nuevocantico.blogspot.com/2011/02/thus-farhasta-ahora.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/409094102365962738/posts/default/5277127725681586696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/409094102365962738/posts/default/5277127725681586696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuevocantico.blogspot.com/2011/02/thus-farhasta-ahora.html' title='&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;Thus far…./Hasta ahora&lt;/p&gt;'/><author><name>Nuevo Cántico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05211874875171340316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-USGViWqd8zU/TVY0bKrDSOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/lYYtlMqde0I/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xZV56wF58vg/TVQtwc6XQfI/AAAAAAAAAEM/uMzw8ReEX6o/s72-c/me2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-409094102365962738.post-1201265989528308741</id><published>2011-01-12T14:14:00.173-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T15:55:23.935-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devotional (Devocional)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships (Relaciones)'/><title type='text'>Pity Party Anyone? (Pobrecita de mí)</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i108/cristilyn/Decorated%20images/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Sad____by_Spaild.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i108/cristilyn/Decorated%20images/Sad____by_Spaild.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Yeah, ever been to one of those before? No reservations necessary. No special attire...pajamas usually do... a broken spirit and a torn and tainted hope. So... I was hosting one of those the other night, and there was plenty of blaming involved, regret, complaining, finger pointing... towards God, which is never a good idea... and tears, plenty of tears!!!!!!!!! So when I was done with that part, after some Bible reading, deep sighs and profound prayers such as, "HELP ME!!!", I finally went to sleep. In that Bermuda triangle between awake and asleep, I felt Jesus lying next to me. He didn't say a word. He just looked at me. I could feel what I will call "His Sacrifice". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;As best as I can describe it, I could "smell" His sacrificial death for me, His broken flesh and poured out blood. His presence was like when you take Communion. I felt both underserving and grateful. My pity party turned to Supper and I quickly regained perspective. It's all worth it. He is sooooo worth it!! Without a word He reenlisted me and restored my confidence. My pathetic pity party's uselessness was suddenly exposed."Amazing love oh what sacrifice.&amp;nbsp;The Son of God giv’n for me.&amp;nbsp;My debt He pays and my death He dies.&amp;nbsp;That I might live",&amp;nbsp;Graham Kendrick's "Amazing Love".&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; This fight is not for the weak ones that give up but for the weak ones that rely on Him, that cry out to Him and "...they are saved", Proverbs 18:10. So I have to promise myself that next time Pity comes knocking on my door I'm gonna let Calvary answer it. Lord, all my hope is in You... "no one who hopes in You will ever be put to shame...", Ps.25:3. I wanted to share this in case you've been attending that kind of miserable party lately, help you wake up form the nightmare and get perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; For most people, this life consists of temporary things and its temporal activities. There is much business to no eternal attainment. Lets see... can't take money with you nor accomplishments, no career position, no titles, no house or boat or fancy clothes or jewels... or music collection ...ouch, that one hurts. Can't even take talents with you nor reputation,....nor family or friends, not your new car or any of your collected items. The only thing you can take with you is the knowledge of God (yes, I mean knowing Him), His character developed in you, your love for Him and His things, the treasures laid up in Heaven through sacrificial giving and all other things eternal, forsaken by many in This Age but never forgotten by God.... Put that in your cookie recipe and eat it ...... i dont know.... I like baking cookies...?... So yeah, Eternity beats earthly success anytime, not that you can't have both. But more times than not, in chasing one you will neglect the other. ; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;"For whoever wants to save his life will lose it,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;but whoever loses his life for me will find it." Matthew 16:25&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i108/cristilyn/Decorated%20images/?action=view&amp;amp;current=jesus_509_1024x768.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i108/cristilyn/Decorated%20images/jesus_509_1024x768.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;Misty Edwards' "One Glance/Less than Minute"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;I've but a moment to decide.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;Less than a minute to move You,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;With one glance of my eye, with one glance of my eye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is a vapor fading fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Less than a moment it will pass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It will be remembered like a dream in the night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We will remember Love,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we will remember Love more than wine.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'll take this moment to decide, less than a minute to move You,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;with one glance of my eye, with one glance of my eye.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;We will remember love, we will remember Your love more than wine.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;You'll write it in your book.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;And you'll tell the angels and the cloud of witnesses.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;You'll write it in your Book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;I delight to do your will, simple devotion.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;A memorial of Love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;It will be remembered through all the ages.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;This moment of life, It will be your treasure, the pearl of great price.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;It's not in vain...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You will remember Love,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You will remember our Love more than wine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I'll take this moment to decide, I'll take this minute to move You,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With one glance of my eye, with one glance of my eye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For life is a vapor fading fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Less than a moment it will pass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It will be remembered like a dream in the night.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You will remember Love,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You will remember our Love more than wine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;En Español:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;La fiesta de "Pobrecita de mí"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Alguna vez has ido a esas fiestas de "pobrecita de mí"? No hace falta ropa especial... tal vez un par de piyamas, un espíritu quebrantado y una esperanza desteñida y estrujada. Buen, no hace tanto yo era la maestra d ceremonias de tal fiesta en mi cuarto. &amp;nbsp;Yo me estaba quejando, culpando, renegando y hasta señalando a Dios y eso jamás es una buena idea. Muchas lágrimas, muchas, muchas lágrimas!!!!!!!!! después y varios suspiros mas tarde, leí un poco la Biblia y hice oraciones muy profundas como, "Señor, Ayúdame!!!" Finalmente me estaba quedando dormida. En ese triángulo de Bermuda entre dormida y despierta, sentí que Jesucristo estaba al lado mio. No dijo palabra, sólo me miraba. Yo sentía algo que describiré como "Su Sacrificio".&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Como mejor lo puedo describir, podía "oler"su sacrificio de muerte por mí, su cuerpo herido y su sangre derramada. Su presencia era algo así como cuando uno toma la Santa Cena. Me sentía inmerecida de ésto y a la vez muy agradecida. Mi fiesta egoísta terminó siendo una Cena Santa y rápidamente adquirí perspectiva. Todo vale la pena. El merece TODO!!!!!!! Sin una palabra me volvió a enlistar y restauró mi valentía. Mi fiesta patética fue expuesta, totalmente inútil. &amp;nbsp;"Mi deuda El paga, mi muerte el muere", "Amazing Love" de Graham Kendrick.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Esta pelea no es para los débiles que se dan por vencido, pero para los débiles que se refugian en El, que claman a El y son salvos, Proverbios 18:10. Me tengo que prometer que la próxima vez que "la pobrecita" toque la puerta, Le responderá el Calvario. Señor, toda mi esperanza está en Tí... "ninguno que espera en Tí jamas será avergonzado", Salmo 25:3. Quise compartir ésto por si tal vez tu has estado asistiendo a esas fiestas miserables ultimamente, ayudarte a despertar de la pesadilla y ganar perspectiva.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Para la mayoría de las personas, esta vida consiste de cosas terrenales y actividades temporales. Hay demasiada ocupación pero no hay ganancia eterna. Vamos a ver, no te puedes llevar el dinero contigo, ni tus logros, ni tu carrera o posición honorable, ni reputación, tampoco títulos ni casa o botes o ropa elgante, ni joyas... o colección de música (esa duele). Ni siquiera te puedes llevar tus talentos o dones... o tu familia o amigos, ni ninguna colección de nada en esta tierra. Lo único que te llevarás contigo será tu conocimiento de Dios (conocerlo a El), &amp;nbsp;Su carácter desarrollado en tí, tu amor por El y Sus cosas, los tesoros celestiales a través de tu generosidad con sacrificio y todas las otras cosas perteneciendo a lo eterno, descartado por muchos en éste tiempo mas nunca olvidado por Dios. Pon eso en tu receta de galleticas y cómetela ....no sé....me gusta hornear galleticas...?... Entonces, lo eterno le gana a todo logro terrenal cualquier día, no que no se pueda tener ambos. Pero casi siempre, al preocuparte por uno descuidarás el otro. ; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;"Porque el que quiera salvar su vida, la perderá;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;pero el que pierda su vida por causa de mí, la hallará." Mateo 16:25&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;Misty Edwards&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;One Glance/Less than Minute" (Una mirada/Menos que un minuto)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;Tan solo&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;momento para decidir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;Menos&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate 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title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;mis&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;ojos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;La vida&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;es&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;vapor que se estingue rápido&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;Menos de&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate 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tesoro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;la perla&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;gran precio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;es&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;en&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;vano&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;Te acordarás del&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;Amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;Tu recordarás&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;nuestro amor&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;más&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;que&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;del vino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;Así que&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;voy a&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate 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(Pobrecita de mí)&lt;/p&gt;'/><author><name>Nuevo Cántico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05211874875171340316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-USGViWqd8zU/TVY0bKrDSOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/lYYtlMqde0I/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i108/cristilyn/Decorated%20images/th_Sad____by_Spaild.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-409094102365962738.post-6754123335215921205</id><published>2010-11-12T01:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T01:26:16.166-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IHOP-Miami'/><title type='text'>IHOP-International House Of Prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/rqbe9xW4jvg/hqdefault.jpg)" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rqbe9xW4jvg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rqbe9xW4jvg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" width="480" height="295" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/409094102365962738-6754123335215921205?l=nuevocantico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuevocantico.blogspot.com/feeds/6754123335215921205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nuevocantico.blogspot.com/2010/11/ihop-international-house-of-prayer_12.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/409094102365962738/posts/default/6754123335215921205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/409094102365962738/posts/default/6754123335215921205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuevocantico.blogspot.com/2010/11/ihop-international-house-of-prayer_12.html' title='IHOP-International House Of Prayer'/><author><name>Nuevo Cántico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05211874875171340316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-USGViWqd8zU/TVY0bKrDSOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/lYYtlMqde0I/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-409094102365962738.post-1786802963848127768</id><published>2010-09-30T23:52:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T15:03:28.073-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IHOP-Miami'/><title type='text'>Lover of My Soul (Amado de mi alma)</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://cristilyn.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i108/cristilyn/blog/LOVE-1-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lord of my life"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;by Cristilyn&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a lost sheep,&lt;br /&gt;Until you found me,&lt;br /&gt;My heart was broken,&lt;br /&gt;But you made me whole,&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took the shame from my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Dressed me in glorious robes,&lt;br /&gt;And this glow that surrounds me,&lt;br /&gt;Is your very own Love,&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord of my life,&lt;br /&gt;Yours is my heart,&lt;br /&gt;There's no name above Your name,&lt;br /&gt;Your love for me,&lt;br /&gt;Can't be compared,&lt;br /&gt;You're the lover of my soul,&lt;br /&gt;I am your bride,&lt;br /&gt;You are my groom,&lt;br /&gt;I live for You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we walk hand in hand,&lt;br /&gt;you remind me again,&lt;br /&gt;That your love never ceases,&lt;br /&gt;Til the end, You'll be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright Cristilyn Expósito, 1998.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://cristilyn.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i108/cristilyn/blog/photography-1-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;So yeah, no one can spend much time at International House of Prayer, IHOP-Miami, and not realize soon enough that it's all about Love. Oh, how He loves us! The central theme of the IHOP-Miami studies is the Love relationship between God and man. This fuels us into prayer. Acknowledging His love for us and growing in ours for Him is a Love festival! Among my required readings and study materials, (the Core Values), is a study of the book Song of Songs. Wow!! I love this stuff. As you can see I didn't write much all this time 'cos my time has been wrapped up in this. Honestly, I find myself short of words so I'll just post the link and you can check it out yourself if you want. There are videos, I think, and study notes, all free!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Mike Bickle's teaching on "Song of Songs":&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://mikebickle.org/resources/category/biblical-studies/song-of-songs/"&gt;http://mikebickle.org/resources/category/biblical-studies/song-of-songs/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; It's 24 Sessions total. I'm currently by 16, I think.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;The Lord has been encountering me in very special ways. There's been some tearing and pulling but always in love. Welcome to the life of pruning, John 15! It's all good. I must be a fruitful one ; ) I'm learning that this is a season of growing roots for me, not so much about the foliage and flowers... the outworkings of stuff. (Wow, I should seriously consider writing another day...)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Anyway, so yeah, most of my weekdays consist of waking up around 7:30 AM (not oversleeping), be on my way to IHOP-Miami Prayer Room by 8:30AM. If I'm the first one there, set up the projector and computer to stream live-worship from IHOP-KC. I begin to worship and encounter Jesus and that goes on for 2 or 4 hours, it goes by fast... unless He's pruning and then I'm either avoiding being in the room altogether, or walking around, talking to other people or giving up and then crying unceasingly. If it's a "normal" day then by 12PM latest I'm either interceding or reading and studying which can lead to more worship or more crying ; ) By 2PM I have lunch with the girls, unless I'm fasting which is usually Mondays. Then I come back, read some more and before you know it it's 4PM and that's when I go home or do whatever else I planned, unless it's Monday and then we have a live intercession session (..session, 3x the charm) which ends at 8:00PM. Wednesdays, we leave at 6PM. So yeah, that's life for me in the IHOP-Miami Prayer Room. It's short to say but hard to live. The Lord is confronting me lately about my spiritual walk and being influenced by the western modern culture. That doesn't mean I'm embracing an amish lifestyle anytime soon, No Way! But I am allowing the Holy Spirit to take me by the hand and challenge all that can be challenged in me. It's only one life and I'm gonna live it for Him wholeheartedly. That's what this is all about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I love my conversations with the IHOP-Miami crew. They're always so insightful. Lunch times are goldmines. And then everything takes on a heavenly perspective. I love sharing with people that I come away with feeling encouraged or challenged to grow deeper in the ways of love.. I just love these people!! They are priceless to me!! The girls, especially, have walked with me through what I think could easily be categorized as the most difficult time in my life... just too many changes and challenges in a brief span of time. So I'm thankful to have godly counsel and powerful praying sisters on my side ; ) Love these girls!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; My music and singing ministry/career has been sitting on the bench. The Lord closes and opens doors and right now it's time to sit at His feet and He has made that clear in many ways. I even had a vision of Jesus holding His heart out to me and telling me, "This is what I want you to care for now, this! Work on this. This is your portion right now." And what do you say to that? Sure, Jesus, I'll just be over here doing this thing and I'll spend some time with you when I get back... Good luck. I can't do that. So I'm walking this thing out and seeing where it leads me. It's bound to be good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; So I'm an intercessor! I've been embracing the call to a consecrated life, the fasted life. As we speak, I'm embarking on a 40 day fruit/veggie fast on behalf of America's moral decadence. It begins with us, the Church. So I'm praying real hard that we consider our ways and rise up and out of gray areas and press into living out our full inheritance in Jesus. Check out this verse: "For the scepter of wickedness shall not rest upon the land of the [uncompromisingly] righteous, lest the righteous (God's people) stretch forth their hands to iniquity and apostasy." Psalm 125:3. It is a war cry so I'm taking my place in the ranks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Pray &amp;amp; Act" 40 day Fast:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.prayandact.org/?page_id=4"&gt;http://www.prayandact.org/?page_id=4&lt;/a&gt;)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Also, I've been studying on the Nazarite vow, "God wants long hairs of the heart"! Here's a few links on that:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Rick Pino on Nazarite: &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/10037067"&gt;http://vimeo.com/10037067&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Jesse Engle, a 13 year old Nazarite: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pjbtvGn625M"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pjbtvGn625M&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Lou Engle's mp3s: &lt;a href="http://www.ihop.org/Publisher/Search.aspx?searchString=nazarite"&gt;http://www.ihop.org/Publisher/Search.aspx?searchString=nazarite&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Its been a wonderful and terrible journey, terrible because of its difficulty, yet wonderful because of its lasting reward. I'm certain I'll never be the same again. I feel I've grown deeper and matured in my faith more so the last couple of months than I have all my life. So that's a good thing. I'm excited for what God is doing and will do though I have no clue what that will look like 'cos what used to matter, doesn't and what use to be my aim, is no more ; )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i108/cristilyn/blog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=philippians3_13-14-1-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i108/cristilyn/blog/philippians3_13-14-1-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;And with that, I encourage you to take on the Christian lifestyle with fervor. Not living to get away with as much crap as you can without getting in "trouble" but to really enjoy this walk we were created for, to have the fullness of God indwelling... I don't even know what that would look like!! Can't wait to find out ; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://cristilyn.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i108/cristilyn/blog/Vintage_Love_by_y0uc0mpleteMe.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/409094102365962738-1786802963848127768?l=nuevocantico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuevocantico.blogspot.com/feeds/1786802963848127768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nuevocantico.blogspot.com/2010/09/lover-of-my-soul-amado-de-mi-alma.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/409094102365962738/posts/default/1786802963848127768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/409094102365962738/posts/default/1786802963848127768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuevocantico.blogspot.com/2010/09/lover-of-my-soul-amado-de-mi-alma.html' title='&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;Lover of My Soul (Amado de mi alma)&lt;/p&gt;'/><author><name>Nuevo Cántico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05211874875171340316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-USGViWqd8zU/TVY0bKrDSOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/lYYtlMqde0I/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i108/cristilyn/blog/th_LOVE-1-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-409094102365962738.post-3857726325298122068</id><published>2010-08-10T22:51:00.030-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T00:59:33.731-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devotional (Devocional)'/><title type='text'>"Some loss of Sequins..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://nuevocantico.blogspot.com/2010/08/some-loss-of-sequins.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i108/cristilyn/Decorated%20images/sequins.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;(En español mañana... porque se me borró todo...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;So I find this tag attached to a shirt I bought recently and I thought "mmmmh, has a message", so why not share it. Here it goes. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://nuevocantico.blogspot.com/2010/08/some-loss-of-sequins.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i108/cristilyn/0810102020.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;ight? Isn't it peculiar? Like it should have had a Bible verse reference at the end of it. So this is how my little study goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"finished by hand"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"You hem me in—behind and before; you have laid your hand upon me...For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother's womb." Ps 139:5, 13&lt;/blockquote&gt;God is up to something beautiful in our lives and He takes it upon Himself to complete it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"being confident of this, that he who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus. Phil. 1:6&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"No two are alike"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe that's on there? There's no comparison, there's no imitation that needs to take place as we are all different on purpose! I love that! If God personalizes snowflakes which melt away in a day, how much more a being made in His image and likeness? Look at your fingerprints, for goodness sake! There is a unique expression of the heart and mind of God that is being manifested through you and I! No one else on the face of the planet will say even the same words the same way...ever!. And this is why we have soooo many races, colors, even fragrances - all different and wonderful! We even have a thousand different species for dogs, cats, birds, to go along with all the different tastes for pets. I like it. Makes me happy, especially when I think of a thousand different ice-cream flavors. I like cotton-candy flavor ice-cream, which goes great with gummy bears. I hardly ever find it but it's ok. I don't really like ice-cream that much anyway.... yeah it's getting late, side tracked...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"Some loss of sequins or glitter is to be expected"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it starts getting good. I think I almost cried at this point, "like, really? On my clothes too?" "Loss" shouldn't be in the same sentence with "glitter", definitely not "sequins"?! Such happy words! Yet, "Loss"... There's this one story of a potter and his clay:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"So I went down to the potter's house, and I saw him working at the wheel. But the pot he was shaping from the clay was marred in his hands; so the potter formed it into another pot, shaping it as seemed best to him." Jeremiah 18:3-4&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;See, it was in His hand! Didn't He watch what He was doing? While He was making it it broke. It&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;broke but it was in His hand. And He reshaped it as it best seemed to Him. Lets face it, God has good taste, e.j. nature, waterfalls, birds.. strange taste too but that's ok. He's the ultimate Creative guy, has every right to be weird... side tracked agian, sorry. Anyway, He knows what He's doing. It'll work out at the end. More verses on loss, aka trials, aka pain, aka fire...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"In this you greatly&lt;i&gt; rejoice&lt;/i&gt;, though now for a little while you may have had to suffer grief in all kinds of trials. These have come so that your faith—of greater worth than gold, which perishes even though&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;refined by fire&lt;/b&gt;—may be proved genuine and may result in praise, glory and honor when Jesus Christ is revealed." 1Pt 1:6-7&lt;/blockquote&gt;And the ever resented...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Consider it pure &lt;i&gt;joy&lt;/i&gt;, my brothers, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith develops perseverance. Perseverance must finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything." James 1:2-4&lt;/blockquote&gt;Notice the trend? You know what goes great with trials? Joy! Yeah, I don't get it either but it makes sense in the Spirit realm I suppose, since everything's pretty much backwards over there compared to how we do things here on earth. I like imageries, if you haven't noticed. Helps when you see a picture, clears it up a bit...the very infamous "a picture says a thousand words!" So my imagery for Joy in the midst of trials is, picture this: Michelangelo chiseling away a piece of rock. He's seeing something that's not there yet... but he can see it inside himself. He knows exactly what He's aiming for, what He wants to see, so He chisels and chisels and hammers away. He keeps at it and it brings Him great Joy as He works because He knows what the end result will be, pleasing to the Eye and to the hearts of many. So that kind of Joy is really us tapping into His joy in the midst of loss/trial/pain... Oooh! Oooh! Jesus did it! See here,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Let us fix our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of our faith, who for the &lt;b&gt;joy set before him&lt;/b&gt; endured the cross, scorning its shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God." Hebrews 12:2&lt;/blockquote&gt;You know... we were that joy set before Him. Sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i108/cristilyn/Decorated%20images/?action=view&amp;amp;current=michelangelos_pieta_5450_cropnclean.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i108/cristilyn/Decorated%20images/michelangelos_pieta_5450_cropnclean.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Michelangelo's "Pieta"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;(It's made out of marble. It took him less than two years to make.&amp;nbsp;It's dimensions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;are 68.5 in × 76.8 in. It resides in St. Peter's Basilica in Rome, Italy).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;God's got this plan of remaking us and reshaping us into the image and likeness of the only perfect one, the only one that pleases Him - Jesus. As it says,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"And we, who with unveiled faces all reflect the Lord's glory, are being transformed into his likeness with ever-increasing glory, which comes from the Lord, who is the Spirit." 2 Cor.3:18.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;To them God has chosen to make known among the Gentiles the glorious&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;riches of this mystery, which is Christ in you, the hope of glory." Colossians 1:27 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote class=""&gt;"For what was glorious has no glory now in comparison with the surpassing glory. And if what was fading away came with glory, how much greater is the glory of that which lasts!" 2 Cor. 3:10-11&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And the "how", my friends, is interesting. The goal is not to aim higher but lower, by humility and surrender.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"...in the wash process"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like the "wash process". It sounds so soothing and almost enjoyable.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote class=""&gt;"He saved us through the washing of rebirth and renewal by the Holy Spirit," Titus 3:5&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class=""&gt;"... you were washed, you were sanctified, you were justified in the name of the Lord Jesus Christ and by the Spirit of our God." 1 Cor. 6:11&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class=""&gt;"they have washed their robes and made them white in the blood of the Lamb...Blessed are those who wash their robes, that they may have the right to the tree of life and may go through the gates into the city." Rev.7:15, 22:14. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;A lot of washing going on, so brace yourself and enjoy, en-joy, in Joy the process!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I propose we make a bunch of these tags for ourselves and give them out to other people to wear around their necks too to be reminded &amp;nbsp;of the "process" and thus provide an explanation of why there's sequins all over the place from time to time.&amp;nbsp;.........must resist smileys................awhh...............can't ; )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://nuevocantico.blogspot.com/2010/08/some-loss-of-sequins.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i108/cristilyn/Decorated%20images/sequins-1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&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/409094102365962738-3857726325298122068?l=nuevocantico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuevocantico.blogspot.com/feeds/3857726325298122068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nuevocantico.blogspot.com/2010/08/some-loss-of-sequins.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/409094102365962738/posts/default/3857726325298122068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/409094102365962738/posts/default/3857726325298122068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuevocantico.blogspot.com/2010/08/some-loss-of-sequins.html' title='&lt;center&gt;&quot;Some loss of Sequins...&quot;&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>Nuevo Cántico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05211874875171340316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-USGViWqd8zU/TVY0bKrDSOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/lYYtlMqde0I/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i108/cristilyn/Decorated%20images/th_sequins.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-409094102365962738.post-3877711967047487728</id><published>2010-08-09T01:10:00.015-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T00:42:54.897-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IHOP-Miami'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devotional (Devocional)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships (Relaciones)'/><title type='text'>IHOP-Miami...so far</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://nuevocantico.blogspot.com/2010/08/cristilyn-in-ihop-miami-so-far.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i108/cristilyn/Decorated%20images/J1potterandtheclay.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://nuevocantico.blogspot.com/2010/08/cristilyn-in-ihop-miami-so-far.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;(En español debajo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;OK, so I decided I would communicate with you my spiritual/emotional journey in IHOP. So far, been like what? two weeks? Well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Week One-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;First thing was that I knew I was coming to Jesus with issues, hang ups that I wanted to let go off and knew I had to deal with but just didn't even know how to go about it (it's about a guy... it always is, isn't it? ; ) So anyway, I felt Jesus tell me, as I walked into the prayer room and I knew I had two solid hours to dedicate to His presence and the Word (the mirror), He said,"Don't worry. I know you want to deal with that but the time will come. It doesn't bother me that you have those issues to deal with. I love you just the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt; Just get into my presence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt; and we'll deal with that later." So fine, I did that. I just sat there and became embraced by the power of His love for a whole week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I enjoyed His presence, His joy, His healing, His love and a great thirst for His Word was seriously awakened in me. I realized that all I want to do is love Jesus, love Him sooooo much. I must know Him. I must know everything about Him, His heart, His character, His words. I must inhale Jesus, know Him so accurately as I would know a dear close friend, all His likes and dislikes, taste, preferences, His most desired choices. So I set out to find Him in the Word since God has taken all this time of the history of man kind to put it together. The Bible has survived natural disasters, revolutions, persecutions and the test of time. Lets face it, it's important to Him. So it's decided. IHOP has some amazing Bible studies (mikebickle.org) freely available in audio, video, with notes and all. So I'm excited to grow in the understanding and knowledge of Him, that I may know Him and love Him all the more and better!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Also, I've begun to appreciate and use the apostolic prayers. That's putting certain parts of scripture into a prayer. Now it makes total sense. You're definitely praying the will of God, the Word of God. I've also been learning about antiphonal singing. That's when you sing about what's been prayed for, or what's been shared in the Word. It's all about the Word... what a concept! Fasts are also regulars around here, once a week and also three days a month, on the first Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday of every month.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;We've also done the "Stand 4 Life" silent demonstrations (bound4life.com). We stand outside these clinics that are known to provide abortion services. We put a red tape on our mouths with the word "Life" on it, as if been the voice on behalf of the unborn child been murdered. We just stand there and pray silently for two hours, 10am to 12pm. If you would like to join us on these, the information is on the IHOP-miami.org website, under the "Ministries" menu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://nuevocantico.blogspot.com/2010/08/cristilyn-in-ihop-miami-so-far.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i108/cristilyn/Decorated%20images/53257303.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://nuevocantico.blogspot.com/2010/08/cristilyn-in-ihop-miami-so-far.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 57px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Week two-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 57px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It got ugly! At first I struggled to get my mind wrapped around 24 hours in the prayer room per week but by now it was easy. I was excited, looking forward to encountering Jesus and His Spirit and engulfing myself in the Word. But I then began to stare at my issue right in the face. It resurfaced like a dead fish found in a lake. It floated and it stunk. I couldn't get it out of my head. I cried about it, prayed about it, stopped eating cos of it (it wasn't fasting). I guess it was time to deal with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;One night I watched a movie and the dam came down. God is so gracious to use circumstances to speak to us, (a movie, why not?) It was&amp;nbsp;"Eternal Sunshine of the spotless mind". It's a good one, with Jim Carrey... dramatically serious for a change. It's very creative, plot-wise, and keeps you on your toes. I don't remember if there are any scenes...well, I fast-forward all the "married people" parts, as I call it. Anyway, I felt the movie was made for me...in so many ways. When it was over I prayed, "God, I wish you could do that to me, just erase the whole thing..."(Oh, and by the way, my issue is not about sin or anything, just hang ups, unmet expectations and I'm done with it!!) I felt the Holy Spirit led me to write a letter to the dude, only I wouldn't give it to him but it was just releasing him from my past and my present. So I did. The next day I felt led to speak to the girls leaders at IHOP. They heard me out, prayed and ministered to me and that was that. (Yes, there was profuseness of face downpour involved.) And I have a box full of "memories", more like "torment...ories", that I decided I needed to get rid of...still in my closet now but it's getting fired-up soon. It's going out in a blaze of glory!! hahahaha! OK...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;It's still tough peeking in my heart and seeing a bit of that pain, slowly fading away like a healing wound- but still, ugly looking. At least it's not bleeding and infected, drenched in stench and oozing all kinds of unnecessary .... sorry, that is grose. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;OK, so tomorrow begins week three... I hope no more dead fish appear afloat lurking at me at a distance...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;PS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I'll try to make future posts more spiritually insightful.... but then again, this is what it's all about - A real God that cares about our real issues, not our concerns with our mere "spiritual appearances". That's what I want. I want God to dig me out and reshape me inside-out, Jeremiah 18 style. I may break but as long as I'm in His hands, it's alright, "break away, tear away, shape away..." (it's a song). K' good nite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://nuevocantico.blogspot.com/2010/08/cristilyn-in-ihop-miami-so-far.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i108/cristilyn/Decorated%20images/Potter.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, entonces decidí comunicarte mi jornada espiritual y emocional en IHOP. Hasta ahora han sido que, dos semanas? Bueno....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large; line-height: 43px;"&gt;Primera Semana-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo que pasaba es que yo sabia que estaba viniendo a Jesús con algunos asuntitos de los que necesitaba desprenderme pero ni sabía como iba a hacer (es acerca de un chico.. siempre es, verdad? ; ) Entonces sentí que Jesús me decía al yo entrar en la casa de oración sabiendo que tenia dos horas por delante para dedicarle a Su presencia y la Palabra (el espejo), me dijo, "No te preocupes. Yo sé que quieres lidiar con eso pero la hora llegará. A mí no me molesta que tu tengas esos asuntos por resolver. Yo te amo igual. Solamente entra en mi presencia y vamos a lidiar con eso después". Esta bien, así lo hice. Solamente me senté ahí y fue abrazada por el poder de Su amor por toda una semana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Disfruté de Su presencia, Su gozo, Su sanidad, Su amor y una gran sed por su Palabra se despertó en mí. Me di cuenta que todo lo que quiero hacer es amar a Jesús, amarlo muuuuucho. Lo debo conocer. Debo conocer Todo acerca de El, Su corazón, Su carácter, Sus palabras. Debo inhalar a Jesús, conocerlo tanto como se conoce a un amigo muy cercano, todos sus gustos y disgustos, sus preferencias y sus deseos. Entonces me comprometí a encontrarlo en la Palabra ya que Dios se ha tomado todo este tiempo de la historia del ser humano para escribirla. La Biblia a sobrevivido desastres naturales, revoluciones, persecuciones y la prueba del tiempo. Hay que darse cuenta, es importante para El. Entonces está decidido. IHOP tiene tremendos estudios bíblicos (mikebickle.org) accesibles gratuitamente en audio, video y hasta con notas. Estoy tan entusiasmada al crecer en mi comprensión y conocimiento de El, que lo pueda conocer y amar mas y mejor aún!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;También he comenzado a usar las oraciones apostólicas (eso es poner usar partes de las Escrituras en oración. Ya tiene sentido. Estas orando la voluntad de Dios definitivamente, Su palabra. También he estado aprendiendo acerca del canto antifonal. &amp;nbsp;Eso es cantar acerca de lo que se está orando o leyendo. Todo es alrededor de la Palabra -que concepto! &lt;/span&gt;Ayunar es también importante, una vez a la semana y por tres días el primer lunes, martes y miércoles de cada mes. También hemos estado haciendo demostraciones silenciosas (bound4life.com). Nos paramos frente a una clínica de aborto. Nos ponemos una cita adhesiva roja con la palabra "Vida" escrita, como diciendo que somos la voz de esos niños aun no nacidos que están siendo acecinados. Estamos ahí de pie orando por dos oras en silencio, de 10am a 12pm. Si quieres unirte a nosotros cuando hagamos ésto, la información está en IHOP-Miami.org debajo del menu "ministries".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://nuevocantico.blogspot.com/2010/08/cristilyn-in-ihop-miami-so-far.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i108/cristilyn/Decorated%20images/53257303.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 51px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Semana Dos-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Se puso fea la cosa! Al principio me costaba trabajo pensar en 24 horas a la semana en la casa de oración pero ya me era fácil. Estaba tan animada pensando en que me encontraría con Jesus y Su Espíritu y ser sumergida en Su Palabra. Pero entonces aquel asunto salió a la superficie otra vez. Había salido a flote como un pez muerto en un lago, apestaba. No me lo podía sacar de la mente. Lloré, oré y hasta dejé de comer por eso (y no fue ayuno) Al parecer había llegado el momento de lidiar con el.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Una noche vi una película y la presa se desmoronó por dentro. Dios es tan misericordioso que hasta usa circunstancias para hablarnos, (una película, por qué no?) Se llama "Eternal Sunshine of the spotless mind" (El resplandor eterno de una mente intachable) Está muy buena, es con Jim Carrey... dramático y &amp;nbsp;serio&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;en ésta. Es muy creativa, la trama, y te mantiene en expectativa por lo que va a suceder. No me acuerdo si tiene escenas... bueno, yo las paso&amp;nbsp;rápido&amp;nbsp;para adelante, esas partes "de casados" como yo le digo. En fin, sentí que esa película fue hecha para mí... por tantas razones. Cuando terminó oré, "Señor, yo quisiera que me pudieras hacer eso, borra todo"...(Oh, y el asunto no es de pecado o algo así, es solamente acerca de expectativas tronchadas y de que estoy harta ya!) Sentí que El Espíritu Santo me guiaba a escribirle al tipo una carta, no para dársela sino para soltarlo de mi pasado y mi presente. Y así lo hice. Al próximo día sentí que debía hablar con las chicas líderes en IHOP. Ellas me escucharon, oraron y me ministraron y yá, san se acabó! (Si. Hubo mas que suficiente y desbordantemente derramamiento lagrimogénico y moquérico) También, tengo una caja con recuerdos... mas bien tormentos, y he decidido botarlos... todavía está en mi closet pero la voy a prender en fuego. Se va en una fúria gloriosa!! jajajajaja! Ok....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Todavía es difícil mirar adentro de mi corazón y ver esos rastros de dolor lentamente desapareciendo como un herida que sana- pero igual, es fea. Al menos no está sangrienta e infectada, apestando y saliendosele todo ese.... disculpen, que asco.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;OK, mañana comienza la semana tres... espero no encontrarme con mas peces muertos flotando a la distancia....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Picosegundo-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Voy a tratar de hacer los próximos escritos mas espirituales... pero bueno, de esto se trata- Un Dios real que le importa nuestros asuntos, no nuestras preocupaciones por las "apariencias de espiritualidad". Eso es lo que quiero. Quiero que Dios me transforme de adentro a fuera, al estilo de Jeremías 18.&amp;nbsp;Pueda que me quiebre pero estando en Sus manos, todo va a salir bién,&amp;nbsp;"break away, tear away, shape away..." (que me rompa, que me arranque, que me amolde....", letra de una canción). Bien, buenas nochecitas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/409094102365962738-3877711967047487728?l=nuevocantico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuevocantico.blogspot.com/feeds/3877711967047487728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nuevocantico.blogspot.com/2010/08/ihop-miamiso-far.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/409094102365962738/posts/default/3877711967047487728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/409094102365962738/posts/default/3877711967047487728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuevocantico.blogspot.com/2010/08/ihop-miamiso-far.html' title='&lt;center&gt;IHOP-Miami...so far&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>Nuevo Cántico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05211874875171340316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-USGViWqd8zU/TVY0bKrDSOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/lYYtlMqde0I/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i108/cristilyn/Decorated%20images/th_J1potterandtheclay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-409094102365962738.post-2557192286220835797</id><published>2010-08-09T00:56:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T00:30:24.168-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IHOP-Miami'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devotional (Devocional)'/><title type='text'>Cristilyn in IHOP-Miami</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://ihop-miami.org/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i108/cristilyn/2009-10-prayer-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(En español debajo) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm submerged into this! It has become my life! I'm dedicating myself to a lifestyle of worship and intercessory prayer. In IHOP-Miami I have found that place, that ministry, where I can take refuge while growing, maturing and fulfilling that for which I was born to do - to know God, to worship and abide in Him (Jn.17:3, 4:22-25, 15:5-8).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grew up in a Christian home, more so in a family of pastors, being a third generation minister myself. I first received God's calling when I was 17 years old. It was strong and intense and very real to me. Ever since, I have walked very near the Holy Spirit and His guidance has been sure and constant in my life. For the past 12 years that I've served alongside my parents, I've been a children's teacher, youth leader and it was also there where I took my first steps as a worship leader. I went on to study at Warner Southern University in Lake Wales, FL, graduating with BA in Worship Ministry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards I returned to Miami, Florida and took on the challenge of pursuing one of my life-long dreams, to record a praise and worship album. With the help of friends and professionals like Fabio "Chelo" Caballero, and Livan Trujillo and the support of my church and family, we were able to finish it and present it to the Church of Jesus Christ in Miami on January, 2010. It's a valuable resource, spiritually as it is musically. It's titled Nuevo Cántico, "Alégrense" (New Song, "Rejoice"). Its message is that of hope and trust in the faithfulness of a God that can not fail. Oh, His promises!!. He can not lie! -Therefore, Rejoice!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since, I've been visiting many churches in Miami and other states, sharing my music and the timely word of God. I have also been fellowshipping and visiting the International House of Prayer, IHOP-Miami, often, being that I'm usually singing and ministering at a different church every Sunday. Though I have been aware of the IHOP ministry, especially the live web-stream from the IHOP Missions Base in Kansas City, Missouri, for many years now, I had not considered joining the IHOP staff myself. But recently the Holy Spirit and I partook in a little direction-tug-of-war. A few weeks later, He won! The Lord showed me that His interest in my life for this season goes far beyond my singing ministry and what I can "produce" with my gifting, my songs and whatever use I've been giving &amp;nbsp;them. He helped me understand that He loves that I've been diligent with my gift but He's far more interested in my heart, all of my mind and soul in devotion to Him; to know Him more intimately than I have before. He has many singers that sing of Him but very few lovers that worship Him. Being that I have always felt called to a life of prayer and intercession and have become increasingly thirsty for a more in-depth study of The Word, in IHOP-Miami I have found a community that is passionately-committed to pursue the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is now in August 2010, that I take this step to give myself to full-time worship and intercessory prayer at International House of Prayer in Doral, Miami, FL &lt;a href="http://www.ihop-miami.org/"&gt;http://www.ihop-miami.org&lt;/a&gt; joining as full-time staff. &amp;nbsp;This lifestyle of discipline and prayer, 24 hours a week of intercessory prayer, devotion and Bible study and another 24 hours serving in the many areas of church-life, it has all captivated me completely! There's nothing else I could be doing of greater value or purpose for my life right now than this: helping Him build His House of Prayer here in Miami. I know that it is God who has designed and reserved a portion for me in this ministry serving Him in His Kingdom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dream with this House. God wants to awaken, equip and send forth worshippers that would worship Him in Spirit and in truth in our city. I want to be an instrument in His hands towards this goal. I will serve Him with all my strength by training, teaching, &amp;nbsp;and mentoring such worshippers. This ministry, IHOP-Miami, is taking its first steps here in Miami though it's been ongoing 24 hours/7 days a &amp;nbsp;week for 10 years now in Kansas City, Missouri under the leadership of Mike Bickle. I will have the opportunity to be a forerunner in this ministry, specifically in the areas of musicianship and worship. The director of IHOP-Miami, David Futrell, can answer any questions or inquiries you may have concerning my involvement in the House of Prayer, IHOP-Miami. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I request your Support&lt;br /&gt;- In prayer&lt;br /&gt;- With Words of Encouragement&lt;br /&gt;- Financially&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Requiero de su apoyo:&lt;br /&gt;- en Oración&lt;br /&gt;- con palabras de ánimo&lt;br /&gt;- Financiero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Paypal or Credit Card&lt;br /&gt;&lt;form action="https://www.paypal.com/cgi-bin/webscr" method="post"&gt;&lt;input name="cmd" type="hidden" value="_s-xclick" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input name="hosted_button_id" type="hidden" value="RCZCA75ELKURG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input alt="PayPal - The safer, easier way to pay online!" border="0" name="submit" src="https://www.paypal.com/en_US/i/btn/btn_donateCC_LG.gif" type="image" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="https://www.paypal.com/en_US/i/scr/pixel.gif" width="1" /&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subscriptions are a good option for those that would like to be an active member and support this cause faithfully.&lt;br /&gt;(Las subscripciones son una buena opción si usted desea ser un miembro activo, colaborando fielmente con esta causa.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Paypal or credit card&lt;br /&gt;&lt;form action="https://www.paypal.com/cgi-bin/webscr" method="post"&gt;&lt;input name="cmd" type="hidden" value="_s-xclick" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input name="hosted_button_id" type="hidden" value="A6DFKN9X8ZR8G" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;input name="on0" type="hidden" value="Escoja Opciones /Choose Options" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Choose (Escoja)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;select name="os0"&gt; &lt;option value="al mes"&gt;al mes : $25.00USD - monthly&lt;/option&gt; &lt;option value="al mes"&gt;al mes : $50.00USD - monthly&lt;/option&gt; &lt;option value="al mes"&gt;al mes : $100.00USD - monthly&lt;/option&gt; &lt;option value="al mes"&gt;al mes : $250.00USD - monthly&lt;/option&gt; &lt;option value="al mes"&gt;al mes : $500.00USD - monthly&lt;/option&gt; &lt;/select&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;input name="currency_code" type="hidden" value="USD" /&gt;&lt;input alt="PayPal - The safer, easier way to pay online!" border="0" name="submit" src="https://www.paypal.com/en_US/i/btn/btn_subscribeCC_LG.gif" type="image" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="https://www.paypal.com/en_US/i/scr/pixel.gif" width="1" /&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make checks payble to "IHOP-Miami" and write "Cristilyn" on the memo line&lt;br /&gt;(Haga su cheque pagable a "IHOP-Miami" y escriba "Cristilyn" en la nota)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;IHOP-Miami&lt;br /&gt;"Attn. Cristilyn"&lt;br /&gt;8000 NW 25th Street&lt;br /&gt;Doral, FL 33122&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cristilyn Expósito&lt;br /&gt;E-mail: cexposito@ihopmiami.org&lt;br /&gt;(305)423-9403&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Futrell&lt;br /&gt;E-mail: dfutrell@ihopmiami.org&lt;br /&gt;(786)282-5821&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ihop-miami.org/"&gt;http://www.ihop-miami.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much! Let me know how I can serve you. Do not hesitate to send me your prayer requests which I will take with me into the secret place in the House of Prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the wings of The Spirit,&lt;br /&gt;~ Cristilyn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://nuevocantico.blogspot.com/p/ihop-miami.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i108/cristilyn/Nuevo%20Cantico/MiamiCity-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/Español/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estoy de lleno en esto! Se ha convertido en mi vida! Me dedico a la adoración y la oración intercesora. En IHOP-Miami he encontrado ese lugar, ese ministerio donde puedo refugiarme creciendo y madurando en el conocimiento de Dios y Su Palabra al hacer aquello para lo cual nací - conocer a Dios, adorarle y permanecer en El (Jn.17:3, 4:22-25, 15:5-8).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crecí en un hogar cristiano, más bien, de una familia pastoral siendo yo de la tercera generación de ministros. Recibí el llamado de Dios a los 17 años. Fue fuerte, intenso y muy real para mí. Desde entonces he caminado muy cerca del Espíritu Santo y su instrucción ha sido segura y constante en mi vida. El tiempo que estuve sirviendo al Señor junto a mis padres (y pastores), fui maestra de niños, líder de jóvenes y también comencé a dar mis primeros pasos como lider de alabanza. Mas adelante hice mi carrera universitaria en Warner Southern University, Lake Wales, FL. Obtuve un Bachillerato en Worship Ministry (Ministerio de Adoración), en mayo del 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al finalizar mis estudios, regresé a Miami y emprendí uno de mis mas grandes sueños- hacer una producción musical. Con la ayuda de amigos y profecionales, como Fabio "Chelo" Caballero y Livan Trujillo y con el apoyo de mi iglesia y familia, pudimos finalizar la producción y presentarle a la Iglesia de Cristo en Miami un recurso de gran valor y calidad tanto lo espiritual como en lo musical, en enero, 2010. La producción se titula "Nuevo Cántico, Alégrense". Su mensaje inspira esperanza y fé en la fidelidad de Dios y sus promesas en nuestras vidas. El no puede mentir, por lo tanto - ALégrense! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desde entonces he visitado muchas iglesias en Miami, Florida y en otros estados de USA compartiendo mi música y la palabra de Dios. También he estado visitando y compartiendo con la Casa Internacional de Oración, IHOP-Miami, frecuentemente ya que casi siempre estoy ministrando en una iglesia diferente los domingos. Aunque conocía el ministerio IHOP, especialmente por la programación en vivo por internet de la base misionera de IHOP en Kansas City, Missouri, no había considerado formar parte del personal aquí en Miami. Pero tuve una guerra pequeña entre el Espíritu Santo y yo. Unas semanas mas tarde El ganó! El Señor me mostró que su interés en mi vida va mas allá de mi don del canto, mi ministerio y todo lo que yo pueda estar haciendo y "produciendo para El". El me ayudó a comprender que aunque le encanta que yo sea diligente con mis dones, El está mucho mas interesado en mi corazón, toda mi alma y mi mente en devoción a El; que lo conozca mas íntimamente como nunca antes. El tiene muchos cantantes que cantan acerca de El, pero pocos amantes que le adoren. Ya que siempre he sentido ese llamado a una vida de oración e intercesión y que de mí se ha apoderado una sed desesperante por profundizar en el estudio de La Palabra, en IHOP-Miami he encontrado una comunidad comprometida apasionadamente a la misma búsqueda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es ahora en agosto 2010 cuando doy éste paso de entregarme a tiempo completo a la adoración y oración intercesora en la Casa de Oración, International House of Prayer (Casa de Oración Internacional) &lt;a href="http://www.ihop-miami.com/"&gt;http://www.IHOP-Miami.com&lt;/a&gt;, en el Doral, Miami, Florida, formando parte de su personal. Este estilo de vida disciplinada de oración, 24 horas a la semana de oración intercesora, devoción y estudio Biblico y otras 24 horas de servicio en los diversos frentes eclesiásticos, me ha cautivado por completo! No hay otra cosa que pudiera estar haciendo de más valor y propósito en mi vida ahora mismo que esto - ayudarle a construir Su Casa de Oración aquí en Miami. Sé que Dios tiene una porción diseñada y reservada para mí en éste ministerio sirviéndole en Su Reino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sueño con esta Casa. Dios quiere levantar, equipar y lanzar adoradores que le adoren en espíritu y en verdad en nuestra ciudad. Yo quiero ser un instrumento en Sus manos para hacerlo realidad. Con todas mis fuerzas le serviré para lograr dicha meta, entrenando, enseñando y siendo mentora a tales adoradores. Apenas comienza el ministerio en IHOP-Miami aquí en la ciudad del Doral, aunque lleva mas de 10 años de su fundación en Kansas City, Missouri, bajo el liderazgo de Mike Bickle, 24 horas/7 días de la semana en adoración y oración. Tendré la oportunidad de ser precursora en este ministerio específicamente en el área de la música y la adoración. El director de IHOP-Miami, David Futrell, está disponible para cualquier pregunta o inquietud que usted tenga acerca de mi participación en la Casa de Oración, IHOP-Miami. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muchas gracias! Déjeme saber como puedo servirle. No lo piense dos veces, envíeme sus motivos de oración los cuales llevaré conmigo a ese lugar secreto en la Casa de Oración.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En las alas del Espíritu,&lt;br /&gt;~Cristilyn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/409094102365962738-2557192286220835797?l=nuevocantico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuevocantico.blogspot.com/feeds/2557192286220835797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nuevocantico.blogspot.com/2010/08/cristilyn-in-ihop-miami.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/409094102365962738/posts/default/2557192286220835797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/409094102365962738/posts/default/2557192286220835797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuevocantico.blogspot.com/2010/08/cristilyn-in-ihop-miami.html' title='&lt;center&gt;Cristilyn in IHOP-Miami&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>Nuevo Cántico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05211874875171340316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-USGViWqd8zU/TVY0bKrDSOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/lYYtlMqde0I/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i108/cristilyn/Nuevo%20Cantico/th_MiamiCity-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-409094102365962738.post-2753553710332915494</id><published>2010-07-15T11:45:00.014-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T02:13:41.376-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devotional (Devocional)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry (Poesia)'/><title type='text'>Devotion (Devoción)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Devoción... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedicación. Entrega. &lt;br /&gt;Adoración, Submision, &lt;br /&gt;Consagración sin reservación ni separación. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corazón enteramente derramado, &lt;br /&gt;Pasión desbordada, &lt;br /&gt;Sentimientos derretidos, &lt;br /&gt;Pensamientos suspendidos, &lt;br /&gt;Definido el objetivo &lt;br /&gt;- amar obsecionadamente, &lt;br /&gt;exageradamente, &lt;br /&gt;con toda la mente, &lt;br /&gt;o sin mente, &lt;br /&gt;Decididamente, &lt;br /&gt;Desafiantemente, &lt;br /&gt;Valientemente... &lt;br /&gt;Con TODO, hasta que no quede NADA, &lt;br /&gt;solamente&lt;br /&gt;~ el Adorado y su devota.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eso es devoción, ...hoy.      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cristilyn, 2010. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://itunes.apple.com/us/artist/nuevo-cantico/id359735322" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i108/cristilyn/Nuevo%20Cantico/Devotion_logo-1-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from Christian Genesis Diomampo, &lt;a href="http://www.chrisgen19.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://www.chrisgen19.tumblr.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Devotion is not about getting God to like us more. &lt;br /&gt;-Devotion is not about punching our religious time-clock. &lt;br /&gt;-Devotion is not about winning God’s favor. &lt;br /&gt;-Devotion is not about impressing our friends and family with our spirituality. &lt;br /&gt;-Devotion is a heart RESPONSE to who God is and to what He has done for us. &lt;br /&gt;-The more we see, hear and understand God, the more devoted our hearts will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Text: Isaiah 6 &lt;br /&gt;-Isaiah saw God, who is holy to the third degree (holy, holy, holy) and he realized he was a mess to the third degree. He repented.&lt;br /&gt;-God cleansed him. With a burning coal. On his lips. Ouch. Repentance is often painful. &lt;br /&gt;-God called him. Interesting that Isaiah understood and responded to God’s call when his “self-esteem” was at its all-time lowest point. The lower we go in our own eyes as compared to God’s greatness, the greater our understanding of our calling. As long as we think we are pretty good people, God will not call or use us for his purpose. Humility is the starting point…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/409094102365962738-2753553710332915494?l=nuevocantico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuevocantico.blogspot.com/feeds/2753553710332915494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nuevocantico.blogspot.com/2010/07/devociondevotion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/409094102365962738/posts/default/2753553710332915494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/409094102365962738/posts/default/2753553710332915494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuevocantico.blogspot.com/2010/07/devociondevotion.html' title='&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;Devotion (Devoción)&lt;/p&gt;'/><author><name>Nuevo Cántico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05211874875171340316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-USGViWqd8zU/TVY0bKrDSOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/lYYtlMqde0I/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i108/cristilyn/Nuevo%20Cantico/th_Devotion_logo-1-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-409094102365962738.post-1262279905408364987</id><published>2010-07-07T20:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T20:32:51.405-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nuevo Cántico'/><title type='text'>Invitaciones y Conciertos</title><content type='html'>Gracias a nuestras iglesias hermanas por sus invitaciones recién. Me a sido de tanta bendición compartir con ustedes y bendecir sus vidas igualmente, Dios les continúe prosperando y engrandeciendo su gloria en sus vidas!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://itunes.apple.com/us/artist/nuevo-cantico/id359735322" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i108/cristilyn/Nuevo%20Cantico/IMG_8350.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/409094102365962738-1262279905408364987?l=nuevocantico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuevocantico.blogspot.com/feeds/1262279905408364987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nuevocantico.blogspot.com/2010/07/invitaciones-y-conciertos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/409094102365962738/posts/default/1262279905408364987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/409094102365962738/posts/default/1262279905408364987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuevocantico.blogspot.com/2010/07/invitaciones-y-conciertos.html' title='&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;Invitaciones y Conciertos&lt;/p&gt;'/><author><name>Nuevo Cántico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05211874875171340316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-USGViWqd8zU/TVY0bKrDSOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/lYYtlMqde0I/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i108/cristilyn/Nuevo%20Cantico/th_IMG_8350.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-409094102365962738.post-1810941216976958334</id><published>2010-02-17T15:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T01:47:13.916-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nuevo Cántico'/><title type='text'>"Alégrense" Songs' lyrics (Letras de las canciones)</title><content type='html'>By track (por el track)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. CANTAD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cantad al Altísimo,&lt;br /&gt;Cantad al que Vive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pueblos batid las manos, Habitantes de toda la tierra.&lt;br /&gt;Cantad a Dios, con jubilo. Al Dios poderoso servimos.&lt;br /&gt;Se abrirán los cielos, y Su gloria se mostrará, &lt;br /&gt;Y Su pueblo arrebatado será. &lt;br /&gt;Cantad a Dios, Cantad, a nuestro Rey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cantad, ahhhh, La la la la la…&lt;br /&gt;Cantad a nuestro Rey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cantad al Altísimo,&lt;br /&gt;Cantad al que Vive.&lt;br /&gt;Cantad al Sublime,&lt;br /&gt;Cantad al Eterno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.ALÉGRENSE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El Señor es mi Pastor, nada me faltará. &lt;br /&gt;Me guiará, conmigo estará.  Su mano el me da.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alma mía espera en El,&lt;br /&gt;Porque hasta ahora, El ha sido Fiel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alégrese, El que ha puesto en El toda su fe, &lt;br /&gt;Confíe en El.&lt;br /&gt;Alégrese, porque su poder es el mismo de ayer,&lt;br /&gt;Confíe en El.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Levantemos nuestra voz a El (nuestra voz)&lt;br /&gt;Levantemos nuestro corazón (Nuestro corazón)&lt;br /&gt;Levantemos nuestras mano al Rey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aleluya, Aleluya, Aleluya al Rey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. TU ERES MI ALEGRÍA/ NUEVO CÁNTICO:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na, na ,na, na, na,&lt;br /&gt;Tu Eres mi alegría.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu Eres mi alegría, &lt;br /&gt;Constante compañía,&lt;br /&gt;No hay mejor forma de vivir.&lt;br /&gt;En medio de las llamas, &lt;br /&gt;Tu eres quien me guarda,&lt;br /&gt;No hay mejor forma de vivir.&lt;br /&gt;Mi confianza en la oscuridad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu Eres mi alegría, &lt;br /&gt;Lo mas bello en esta vida,&lt;br /&gt;Todos mis días cantaré.&lt;br /&gt;Y Aunque tropiece y caiga,&lt;br /&gt;Tu mano me levanta.&lt;br /&gt;Siempre conmigo hasta el fin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi lirio de los valles,&lt;br /&gt;Canción de la mañana.&lt;br /&gt;Mi melodía eres Tu.&lt;br /&gt;Calmas toda tormenta,&lt;br /&gt;Abres por mar las sendas,&lt;br /&gt;No ha imposibles para Ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh, oh,&lt;br /&gt;El Enemigo ha tratado de aplastarme,&lt;br /&gt;Con sus mentiras y su confusión.&lt;br /&gt;Pero a Ti voy aprendiendo a agarrarme,&lt;br /&gt;No se da cuenta, pierde el tiempo conmigo.&lt;br /&gt;Todos se fueron y me dejaron solito,&lt;br /&gt;Pero mi Padre nunca me abandono,&lt;br /&gt;Y cuando a Ti clamé, Tu me volviste a oír,&lt;br /&gt;(Todo el dolor que había en mi corazón.)&lt;br /&gt;Tu brazo me salvó, y hasta cántico me dio,&lt;br /&gt;Es la alegría que tengo yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nuevo Cántico, oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;(En el desierto a mi me llegó)&lt;br /&gt;Nuevo Cántico, oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;(De la desolación me sacó)&lt;br /&gt;Nuevo Cántico, oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;(Es la alegría que tengo yo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu Eres mi alegría, &lt;br /&gt;Lo mas bello en esta vida,&lt;br /&gt;Todos mis días cantaré.&lt;br /&gt;Y Aunque tropiece y caiga,&lt;br /&gt;Tu mano me levanta.&lt;br /&gt;Siempre conmigo hasta el fin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi lirio de los valles,&lt;br /&gt;Canción de la mañana.&lt;br /&gt;Mi melodía eres Tu.&lt;br /&gt;Calmas toda tormenta,&lt;br /&gt;Abres por mar las sendas,&lt;br /&gt;No ha imposibles para Ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na, na ,na, na, na,&lt;br /&gt;Tu Eres mi alegría.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. TE SERÉ FIEL:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te seré fiel, &lt;br /&gt;Aunque la tierra tiemble, &lt;br /&gt;Y los montes caigan al fondo del mar.&lt;br /&gt;En Ti confiaré,&lt;br /&gt;Aunque en mis circunstancias,&lt;br /&gt;Mi alma esté afligida muy dentro de mi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cielo y tierra pasarán,&lt;br /&gt;Mas tu palabra, siempre será.&lt;br /&gt;Eres El mismo hoy y por los siglos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No cambiaras ni mudaras tu pacto,&lt;br /&gt;Lo que ha salido de tu boca, asi sera,&lt;br /&gt;Que no regresa a Ti vacia, sino prosperara.&lt;br /&gt;Eres El mismo hoy y por los siglos,&lt;br /&gt;Que nunca mientes, que haces lo que quieres,&lt;br /&gt;Cumples tu pacto hasta mil generaciones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y yo, Te seré fiel, &lt;br /&gt;Aunque la tierra tiemble, &lt;br /&gt;Y los montes caigan al fondo del mar.&lt;br /&gt;En Ti confiaré,&lt;br /&gt;Aunque en mis circunstancias,&lt;br /&gt;Mi alma esté abatida muy dentro de mi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cielo y tierra pasarán,&lt;br /&gt;Mas tu palabra, siempre será.&lt;br /&gt;Eres El mismo hoy y por los siglos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dice, No cambiaré ni mudaré mi pacto,&lt;br /&gt;Lo que ha salido de mi boca, así será,&lt;br /&gt;Que no regresa a mi vacía, sino prosperará.&lt;br /&gt;Yo soy El Fiel y Verdadero, Y hago todo lo que quiero,&lt;br /&gt;Lo hablé y lo haré venir, &lt;br /&gt;Lo he pensado y también lo haré.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y yo, Te Seré Fiel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. SOBRE TI:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobre ti mi Espíritu pondré, &lt;br /&gt;Sobre ti, mi hijo amado.&lt;br /&gt;Sobre Ti porque yo soy escudo,&lt;br /&gt;Alrededor de Ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y no temerás porque yo estoy contigo,&lt;br /&gt;Al lado tuyo, y no te dejare, no,&lt;br /&gt;Nunca te abandonaré. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo soy tu escudo,&lt;br /&gt;Tu Fortaleza,&lt;br /&gt;Tu Protector,&lt;br /&gt;Tu Consolador.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. ALIENTO DE DIOS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estoy aquí para adorarte,&lt;br /&gt;Buscando poder ver tu rostro,&lt;br /&gt;Y no me quiero ir sin antes recibir,&lt;br /&gt;Aliento de Dios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sopla en mi Aliento de Vida,&lt;br /&gt;Con tu gran amor, sana mis heridas.&lt;br /&gt;Lléname de Ti, de tu Santidad,&lt;br /&gt;Yo quiero vivir en tu realidad.&lt;br /&gt;Y poder respirar, mi alma saturar,&lt;br /&gt;Del Aliento de Dios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sopla, Sopla en mi, Aliento de Dios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. PADRE, MI AMIGO:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Padre, mi Amigo,&lt;br /&gt;Padre, mi Refugio,&lt;br /&gt;Padre, mi Motivo para vivir,&lt;br /&gt;Padre, mi Respuesta eres,&lt;br /&gt;Padre, mi Consuelo, solo, &lt;br /&gt;Padre, como Tu no hay otro para mi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toma esta canción que canto a Ti,&lt;br /&gt;Toma lo que soy,&lt;br /&gt;Soy tuya, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque Tu, Eres mi Luz,&lt;br /&gt;Y todo Tu, adorable para mi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cristo, mi Amigo,&lt;br /&gt;Cristo, mi Refugio,&lt;br /&gt;Cristo, mi Motivo para vivir,&lt;br /&gt;Cristo, hoy te busco&lt;br /&gt;Cristo, hoy me entrego, solo a, &lt;br /&gt;Cristo, no reservo nada de Ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toma esta canción que canto a Ti,&lt;br /&gt;Toma lo que soy,&lt;br /&gt;Soy tuya, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque Tu, Eres mi Luz,&lt;br /&gt;Y todo Tu, adorable&lt;br /&gt;Tu, Me has dado a respirar,&lt;br /&gt;La grandeza de tu paz,&lt;br /&gt;Hoy me rindo a Ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu, Eres mi Luz,&lt;br /&gt;Y todo Tu, adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. MANDA EL FUEGO:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manda el fuego  de Tu unción. &lt;br /&gt;Manda el fuego de Tu amor.&lt;br /&gt;Manda el fuego de tu poder.&lt;br /&gt;Manda el fuego a mi ser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y caminare en tu Verdad,&lt;br /&gt;Te seguiré hasta el final.&lt;br /&gt;Tu llama arda en mi,&lt;br /&gt;Tu gloria y poder,&lt;br /&gt;Como relámpago a mis pies.&lt;br /&gt;Tu vida en mi (Yo viva para Ti, Jesús)&lt;br /&gt;Tu vida en mi (Yo viva para Ti, Señor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manda el fuego, Tu Santidad,&lt;br /&gt;Ese fuego consumidor,&lt;br /&gt;Por tu casa celo hoy,&lt;br /&gt;Jesucristo, vive en mi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y caminaré en tu Verdad,&lt;br /&gt;Te seguiré hasta el final.&lt;br /&gt;Tu llama arda en mi,&lt;br /&gt;Tu gloria y poder,&lt;br /&gt;Como relámpago a mis pies.&lt;br /&gt;Mi vida pondré, ofrenda a Ti,&lt;br /&gt;Grata fragancia para Aquel que vive en mi,&lt;br /&gt;Dispuesto a morir,&lt;br /&gt;Dispongo a vivir,&lt;br /&gt;En la libertad que tu sangre me compró.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu vida en mi (Yo viva para Ti, Jesús)&lt;br /&gt;Tu vida en mi (Yo viva para Ti, Señor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como Estevan quiero ser,&lt;br /&gt;Muriendo condenado por su Fe,&lt;br /&gt;Que yo no tenga miedo a padecer,&lt;br /&gt;En obediencia a Ti,&lt;br /&gt;En mi diario vivir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Padre, levanta en mi bandera,&lt;br /&gt;Yo pueda ser Tu emblema,&lt;br /&gt;Señal que respira,&lt;br /&gt;E inspira a ser como Tu, Como Tu.&lt;br /&gt;Cristo, yo quiero tener tu carga,&lt;br /&gt;Yo quiero llevar tu cruz,&lt;br /&gt;Ellos puedan ver la luz de tu fuego, Tu fuego!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. SOLO A TI:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solo a Ti sea la gloria,&lt;br /&gt;Solo a Ti, honra y honor,&lt;br /&gt;Cordero Santo inmolado,&lt;br /&gt;Reinas por la eternidad.&lt;br /&gt;Solo a Ti sea la alabanza,&lt;br /&gt;Fortaleza y gran poder,&lt;br /&gt;Cordero Santo inmolado por mi,&lt;br /&gt;Millares canta a tus pies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solo a Ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santo, santo, Santo.&lt;br /&gt;Eres digno, &lt;br /&gt;solo tu Eres Digno,&lt;br /&gt;Poderoso Dios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuya es la autoridad,&lt;br /&gt;Fortaleza y gran poder,&lt;br /&gt;Por los siglos reinaras.&lt;br /&gt;Santo, Santo, Santo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. DOXOLOGIA:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abba Padre, Abba Padre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al Padre y al Hijo,&lt;br /&gt;Y al Consolador,&lt;br /&gt;Sea la gloria, honra y honor,&lt;br /&gt;Hoy y por siempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy y Por siempre,&lt;br /&gt;Hoy y Por siempre,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aleluya, aleluya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/409094102365962738-1810941216976958334?l=nuevocantico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuevocantico.blogspot.com/feeds/1810941216976958334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nuevocantico.blogspot.com/2010/02/letras-de-las-canciones.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/409094102365962738/posts/default/1810941216976958334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/409094102365962738/posts/default/1810941216976958334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuevocantico.blogspot.com/2010/02/letras-de-las-canciones.html' title='&lt;center&gt;&quot;Alégrense&quot; Songs&apos; lyrics (Letras de las canciones)&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>Nuevo Cántico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05211874875171340316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-USGViWqd8zU/TVY0bKrDSOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/lYYtlMqde0I/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
