<?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-5858759041592434907</id><updated>2011-05-02T09:06:22.121-05:00</updated><title type='text'>cynthia</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celliot.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858759041592434907/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celliot.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11710284814444157192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858759041592434907.post-4094617726501826496</id><published>2008-03-18T08:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T09:05:59.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Refrigerator</title><content type='html'>A very special friend sent me a poem. The first line said, "&lt;em&gt;If God had a refrigerator, your picture&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;would be on it&lt;/em&gt;..."&lt;br /&gt;That hit me like a ton of bricks. Wow what a revelation that came with that simple little sentence! Do you understand? Take a moment and think of your fridge. What do you have on it? A quick reminder of an upcoming doctor's appointment? A newspaper cutout of your kids or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;grand kids&lt;/span&gt; that made the local section of the paper? Pictures of your family or birth &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;announcement&lt;/span&gt; of a new baby? What is all this on your fridge?&lt;br /&gt;It is things that are of importance to you. Things that you find &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;necessary&lt;/span&gt; to be reminded of every day. Pictures that make your heart smile every time you go through your kitchen. All you need is a glance at your fridge to put your life back into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;perspective&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt; Now comes the revelation behind this. God loves you so much and finds you so important that if He had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;refrigerator&lt;/span&gt;, your picture would be on it! In all the hustle and bustle of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;today's&lt;/span&gt; times I can imagine Him walking about Heaven. As much as we all pray He is constantly sending out Angels this way and that. Sending us protection and showing us mercy and grace. I'd like to think that He would take a moment to walk by that Heavenly Refrigerator just to see a picture of me. And with all His heart, smile and say, "that's my daughter". My eyes swell with tears to think that He never forgets the price He paid for me. We are all constantly on His mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But let's take a look deeper within. Do you remember several years back getting your milk in a carton. What was the one thing you saw when you reached for that carton of milk to pour it over your cereal each morning or to pour in your glass. In big capitalized Black letters was the word... "&lt;strong&gt;LOST&lt;/strong&gt;". And there you saw a picture. A picture of a beautiful child with sad eyes. And under that picture is printed a date. The last known date of that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;child's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;existence&lt;/span&gt; to his or her loved ones. My heart breaks to think of this. At one time, a long time ago, my picture was on that milk carton in God's Refrigerator. He would open it up and see my picture printed plainly on the side with a date... my natural &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;birth date&lt;/span&gt;. And He would cry for me saying, "My child, please find Me".&lt;br /&gt;I did and now my picture is on the front of His fridge with a new date on it. My spiritual &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;birth date&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your picture on the outside of God's refrigerator with your new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;birth date&lt;/span&gt; under it? Or like so many of our children in this world still printed on the side of a milk carton under that ugly, black , cold, dead word... "&lt;strong&gt;LOST&lt;/strong&gt;"? God cries out to His lost children. "Please come home to Me".&lt;br /&gt;If you know someone that is on the inside of God's Fridge, maybe you can share this with them. And I pray that those who like me were "found", this encourages and lifts your spirits to know that He loves you so much that your picture is on the front of His Refrigerator!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858759041592434907-4094617726501826496?l=celliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celliot.blogspot.com/feeds/4094617726501826496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858759041592434907&amp;postID=4094617726501826496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858759041592434907/posts/default/4094617726501826496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858759041592434907/posts/default/4094617726501826496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celliot.blogspot.com/2008/03/gods-refrigerator.html' title='God&apos;s Refrigerator'/><author><name>cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11710284814444157192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858759041592434907.post-471425740601939418</id><published>2007-08-23T07:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T08:19:08.197-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello World... I went home.</title><content type='html'>I don't really know how many times I've logged on to this page and just sat here staring at a blank screen. Not knowing what to say but just sitting here. The Lord has not stopped talking to me. I just think He has had me in a season of quietness. He said "Be still, wait, and see what I can do". &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, here's the update. My kids are doing better now. I do believe that God has instilled a portion of structure in  my home. I'm not saying that we have reached complete peace and tranquility in my home... keep in mind that I am raising a teenager now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But God has done major surgery and He is not finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to say that a reader contacted me and asked why I stopped writing. His name is Humberto. And again, I say God is not finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Humberto for inspiring me again. But I thank God for showing me all that He has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed, my friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858759041592434907-471425740601939418?l=celliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celliot.blogspot.com/feeds/471425740601939418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858759041592434907&amp;postID=471425740601939418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858759041592434907/posts/default/471425740601939418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858759041592434907/posts/default/471425740601939418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celliot.blogspot.com/2007/08/hello-world-i-went-home.html' title='Hello World... I went home.'/><author><name>cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11710284814444157192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858759041592434907.post-2701204706174311007</id><published>2007-04-12T07:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T07:45:14.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Praying for the Youth</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone. The young girl called me last night. She was so excited. I could here just the joy in her voice. I barely recognized who it was because I imagine she's starting to sound like her true self. It wasn't the sobs coming from a depressed and bound teen on the other line but just the opposite. She could hardly wait to tell me that she just left &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Denny's&lt;/span&gt; Rest. and ate a whole meal! This girl has been so strung out that she hadn't eaten in weeks. Even the night I picked her up and we went to get something to eat she just nibbled on the food. But here she was on the other line with joy bubbling out of herself &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; she ate a whole meal! I told her I was proud of her. We talked for just a few minutes and I prayed with her again. I think with a full &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;stomach&lt;/span&gt; she may be able to get that sleep that she needs to catch up on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got off the phone I thanked God for all that He was doing. God is doing something great in the youth of this town. Remember the old saying that today's youth is tomorrow's leaders?&lt;br /&gt;Praise God that there is one more future leader that's going to make it to the future. Satan is out to destroy our future. If we are prayed up then the next access that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Satan&lt;/span&gt; can attack is our children. My pastor once said that we are where we are because at some point in our life someone prayed for us. We must not forget to pray for our youth. Not only do we lift up our present leaders but we must pray "in" our future leaders. I believe it starts at home, and I claim Anderson as my home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless you all and keep an attentive ear to the Holy Spirit... there's someone out there depending on you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858759041592434907-2701204706174311007?l=celliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celliot.blogspot.com/feeds/2701204706174311007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858759041592434907&amp;postID=2701204706174311007' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858759041592434907/posts/default/2701204706174311007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858759041592434907/posts/default/2701204706174311007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celliot.blogspot.com/2007/04/hey-everyone.html' title='Praying for the Youth'/><author><name>cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11710284814444157192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858759041592434907.post-3751492436100321173</id><published>2007-04-11T12:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T12:52:50.472-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on prayers...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; guys here it is.&lt;br /&gt;God showed up and showed out! Did I expect anything less? No, not really but doubt was trying to move in.&lt;br /&gt; She called me as soon as I left work Tuesday. God ordered my steps. She was ready to get out of there. Based on the information she was telling me I knew I had to react quickly! I prayed all the way to the house and picked her up. I tell you now there was major warfare going on. The devil was trying to distract me left and right to keep me from picking up this girl. I kept pressing on and brought her back to my house last night. I ministered to her and prayed with her and eventually got a few hours of sleep. This morning before I hit the floor I invited the Holy Spirit to take control of my life today. I prayed for God to lead me where I should go and open the doors that need to be opened.&lt;br /&gt; To make a long story short I went to the Haven of Rest (thank you Frank, Michael, and Kyle) and God was booming in that place. We prayed and left there to go to "Under His Wings". Here is where it all happened. I prayed under my breathe, "Lord, you have ordered my steps and put this girl in my path for a reason, now I welcome you to take control over my words spoken here. Lord, I need you to show your mercy and give this girl favor , in Your name...Amen".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And He did exactly that! All is taken care of. I met with her Dad afterwards and he is going to supervise her for the next 48 hours. Then on Friday she will begin her process of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;rehabilitation&lt;/span&gt; and deliverance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise God, the devil is defeated once again! She will be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;. Everyone, please continue to lift her up in your prayers. She has truly witnessed the love of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Father&lt;/span&gt; and His mercy on His children. I pray it's a road that she does not stray from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give God the Glory!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858759041592434907-3751492436100321173?l=celliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celliot.blogspot.com/feeds/3751492436100321173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858759041592434907&amp;postID=3751492436100321173' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858759041592434907/posts/default/3751492436100321173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858759041592434907/posts/default/3751492436100321173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celliot.blogspot.com/2007/04/update-on-prayers.html' title='Update on prayers...'/><author><name>cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11710284814444157192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858759041592434907.post-1237557150624500107</id><published>2007-04-10T07:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T07:24:15.589-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Please Help Her!</title><content type='html'>Good day to you all.&lt;br /&gt; I am truly being tried at this moment. I'm just going to get to the heart of the matter. I received a phone call last night from a 19 year old girl. She was given my number by a friend and he told her I could help her. It was very long conversation due to the fact that her tears and sobs and fear was dragging it out. This girl was broken. She's homeless and alone. Her mother lives in Florida and won't help her. Her dad lives here but she is staying away from him. He abuses her in many ways. She has found one other friend that will let her stay but it's a drug house. This girl was scared and under heavy conviction. She's addicted to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Meth&lt;/span&gt;. She kept pleading with me to please help her get off it. She may have been 19 but she was crying out like a 10 year old. I sat there in my bedroom floor and listened to this girl pour out her heart to a perfect stranger. She didn't know who I was or what I was. I could have been a narcotics agent or a regular officer but it didn't matter to her. She had reached a part in her life that she realized she had no control over it anymore. She needed help.&lt;br /&gt; At some point in the conversation I felt the Holy Spirit move in. I "held" this girl over the phone with words. I began to pour into her that Jesus loves her and she is not worthless. There is hope. I prayed with her and gave her instruction. She gave her heart over to Jesus and accepted Christ on Sunday. Then Monday brought the temptations and hurt and fear back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I can't even begin to tell you all that was said and all that the Lord led me to tell her. But I am asking all of you for help. Please pray for this girl. Also pray for me. I know she'll call me back. I am trying my best to find help for this girl. She needs shelter and a rehabilitation program to help her get off &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;meth&lt;/span&gt;. If any of you have contacts please help me. We all can help in some way. God bless you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858759041592434907-1237557150624500107?l=celliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celliot.blogspot.com/feeds/1237557150624500107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858759041592434907&amp;postID=1237557150624500107' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858759041592434907/posts/default/1237557150624500107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858759041592434907/posts/default/1237557150624500107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celliot.blogspot.com/2007/04/please-help-her.html' title='Please Help Her!'/><author><name>cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11710284814444157192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858759041592434907.post-6749119765827121494</id><published>2007-04-09T07:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T07:58:30.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgiven !</title><content type='html'>I hope you all had a wonderful Easter yesterday. Now of course, it's time to reflect on all the things that were discussed or lessons learned and give it to you guys with the hopes that it touches someones' heart the same way it latched on to ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So here it goes, Forgiveness. We did not have the traditional resurrection service that most churches like to preach on. Our pastor got up there and boldly made a statement... "Father forgive them, for they know not what they do".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He broke it all down by agreeing that Jesus lives today. The stone was rolled away and the tomb is empty. There are no bones anywhere for National Geographic or the History Channel to take DNA from. It "IS" empty! But it all started with His obedience to the Father by hanging on the cross. But the important part of that was the statement quoted above. It all boiled down to forgiveness. He forgave the soldiers for spitting in His face. He forgave the crowd for cursing Him and chanting "crucify"! He even forgave His faithful disciples for standing in the crowd watching in disbelief while they said nothing!&lt;br /&gt;                                     He forgave us!&lt;br /&gt; He asked the Father as He stood in the gap for us to also forgive us. That is more powerful than words can express. It was the actual expression of Agape love. Something that we all search for daily. It was exhibited on a hill in a foreign land on a cross many years ago by a man that truly forgave.&lt;br /&gt; I can not even express how this impacted me. You see, deep down i have some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;unforgiving&lt;/span&gt; in my heart where people have wronged me. But I never took it into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;consideration&lt;/span&gt; if there were any people from my life that I had wronged or hurt. Think about it. So this message kind of hit home. It may have been in the 40's yesterday but I was spring cleaning again in my heart.&lt;br /&gt; So, as I dropped on my face before my Father I asked Him to forgive those that hurt me because they may not have known the depth of my heart that I had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;buried&lt;/span&gt; my pain. Then I asked Him to forgive me for the people that I have hurt and restore anything that I may have robbed them of out of my words or actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Once again, reflect on how Jesus pleaded our case before His loving Father as He hung on that cross. Like He forgave you, He also paved the way for us to be forgiving to one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless you all. I hope this week will be a refreshing one to you as you think of the fact that our God is alive and is forgiving to us all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858759041592434907-6749119765827121494?l=celliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celliot.blogspot.com/feeds/6749119765827121494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858759041592434907&amp;postID=6749119765827121494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858759041592434907/posts/default/6749119765827121494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858759041592434907/posts/default/6749119765827121494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celliot.blogspot.com/2007/04/forgiven.html' title='Forgiven !'/><author><name>cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11710284814444157192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858759041592434907.post-6621483206464352812</id><published>2007-04-04T07:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T09:16:50.558-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rain Has Come</title><content type='html'>Hello Blog World!&lt;br /&gt; It's a beautiful day. It rained last night, (thank you Jesus) so my car actually didn't look like a yellow dust bucket this morning. I love the rain!&lt;br /&gt; You know if any of you get junk emails you probably at one time or another got the one about the rain. It's the one that tells the story of the little girl and her mom leaving the store and it was pouring down outside. The mom let out her umbrella and waited at curb side with her daughter for a safe moment to go to the car. The daughter asked her mom why did it rain sometimes. the mom responded, "Sometimes God just thinks things needs washing so He lets it rain. It's His way of washing His earth". The little girl thought deeply about it then asked her mom another question. "Do you think God thinks 'we' need washing too"? The mom smiled down on her daughter, closed her umbrella back up, and took her daughter's hand leading her through the rain. Another woman that was standing next to them also heard this conversation. It impacted her so much that she too felt convicted of needing' to be washed by God while she walked to her car.&lt;br /&gt; I think of this story a lot. It is a simple sermon that has a deeper meaning. We have the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;luxury&lt;/span&gt; of showers and bathtubs for what? To wash the daily dirt away. Even the dirt that cannot be seen with your eyes. We still out of obedience and "teaching" wash it away daily. Did you get that? Let me repeat it please... We still out of obedience and "teaching" wash it away daily. Study the Word and see what takes place by the "washing of the word". The Lord may be washing your heart and soul by His cleansing love.&lt;br /&gt; Since I've placed this story in my heart every time it rains I don't grab my umbrella. I take that opportunity to let God wash me. You see, He sees all our dirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I welcome the rain and I hope that you will never look at a rainy day the same again. At some point in your life I pray that during the rains you'll lift your hands toward the Heavens and thank the Lord for His washing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless you all on this beautiful day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858759041592434907-6621483206464352812?l=celliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celliot.blogspot.com/feeds/6621483206464352812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858759041592434907&amp;postID=6621483206464352812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858759041592434907/posts/default/6621483206464352812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858759041592434907/posts/default/6621483206464352812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celliot.blogspot.com/2007/04/rain-has-come.html' title='The Rain Has Come'/><author><name>cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11710284814444157192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858759041592434907.post-6994172635229202999</id><published>2007-04-02T09:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T09:43:27.154-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Man in the Mountains...</title><content type='html'>Good morning to you all. I hope everyone had a blessed weekend. I just want to take a moment to share with you my experience this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I went to the mountains Saturday with a friend of mine, his son and my daughter. It was an exciting and revelling journey. We went with the  sole purpose to trout fish. Did we? No, there was something greater in the workings. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; that's the way life is for us &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Christians&lt;/span&gt;. We plan stuff out whether it be a trip, vacation, shopping, visiting, or even a sermon to be preached. Then all of a sudden while you are talking about how good God is, the Holy Spirit steps in and takes over and redirects your intentions.&lt;br /&gt; So there we were riding around the mountains not knowing where to stop and fish. We were surrounded by fishing spots and bridges that people were casting off of, but the Holy Spirit said, "keep driving". We ended up in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Brevard&lt;/span&gt;, NC. We were riding around a mountain side &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;neighborhood&lt;/span&gt; when we saw an old man sitting in his coveralls on the side steps of his house. My friend, Shane, decided to pull in his driveway and ask him where was a good place to fish. This is the point that God revealed purpose. This man had to be in his 70's and was pouring with sweat. He had just finished cutting grass at his house and his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;neighbor's&lt;/span&gt; house. Shane got out, introduced himself and asked where to fish. The moment this man begin to speak I felt my spirit pull as I listened to his words. He &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;studdard&lt;/span&gt; in his words but his voice captivated me. It wasn't the wise words of an old man that drew me to him but it was the voice of a child. This man had a disability in his mind but he was smart enough to recognize Jesus. He told us to keep on that road but after the directions he started talking about his life. As Shane was walking away this "challenged" man told us he lost his mother. Then he begin to tell us that he lost his daddy too. But he knew they were in Heaven because Jesus told him they were. As this man opened up his life to a car load of strangers, I saw his old wrinkled face transform into the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;excitement&lt;/span&gt; of a child as he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;reminisced&lt;/span&gt; about how Jesus had saved him from taking his own life out of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;loneliness&lt;/span&gt;. I sat in that car and listened to this man's testimony of God's mercy and love toward him in his trials. When we left the whole atmosphere of the car was different. We didn't get to fish in the mountains as we had planned. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; God had directed us to go to the mountains and keep driving until we found this man.&lt;br /&gt; Was it God's plan to remind us of his mercy, grace, and love through this man? Was it just for the 4 of us to hear? Or did God need to send a few of His people to this man to have someone new to share his testimony with? I do not know. All I know is that God planned for us to go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Brevard&lt;/span&gt;, NC to talk with an old man that needed an ear to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You never know were God will lead you just to talk to someone in need. Or where He will lead you to talk to someone because you are the one in need. Praise Him for where you are. But if He tells you to go somewhere different be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;sensitive&lt;/span&gt; enough to the spirit to recognize that we are here for His service and not our own. You never know when you'll meet a man in the mountains that just needs to talk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858759041592434907-6994172635229202999?l=celliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celliot.blogspot.com/feeds/6994172635229202999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858759041592434907&amp;postID=6994172635229202999' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858759041592434907/posts/default/6994172635229202999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858759041592434907/posts/default/6994172635229202999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celliot.blogspot.com/2007/04/man-in-mountains.html' title='The Man in the Mountains...'/><author><name>cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11710284814444157192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858759041592434907.post-3954808295774190607</id><published>2007-03-27T07:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T07:58:56.914-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's ready for some Word!</title><content type='html'>Hey, everyone. I'm going to dive in here with some word. I have really gone through seasons lately. Yes, I said "SEASONS".&lt;br /&gt; Spring is in the air. People everywhere are putting up the coats and bringing out the shorts. Pollen has covered every car with that lush yellow glow and the smell of fresh cut grass is in the neighborhood. People are venturing out to enjoy the day and cool evenings. I love it!&lt;br /&gt; The season has changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; On a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;personal&lt;/span&gt; note, my divorce is final. So a new season is taking place within me. During this 'spring time' I asked God what to do. He said, "clean your house". I wanted to say back, "duh" but you know you can't. I tried to be funny about it but God once again corrected me..."Clean your house". People, for those of you that don't know I keep a very clean house. I was raised as a neat freak. So again I acted dumb at my father's request. Then it sunk into my spirit. "clean your HOUSE". Our bodies is the temple of God. We house the Holy Spirit within us. Romans 5:5 says..."And hope &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;maketh&lt;/span&gt; not ashamed; because the love of God is shed abroad in our hearts by the Holy Ghost which is given unto us". I suddenly realized the detail of this simple phrase, clean your house. For years I had lived in shame and condemnation. For years I took drastic measures to make sure my physical house was clean because deep down my spiritual house was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;unswept&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;unkept&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt; The Lord commanded me to do a spring cleaning of my heart. I am a new creature in Christ! Praise God, spring time has come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I urge you today or this weekend when you are doing your spring cleaning at home to check ALL areas of your home. Have you swept under the rug of your heart where grudge and shame can hide? Have you dusted the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;crevasses&lt;/span&gt; of your mind where disappointment and doubt can build up? If so, God says "open the windows of your being and let Him wash you with the living waters of the Holy Spirit". Become new in Him. This is a new season in your life. So don't continue to walk around covered up like it's still winter in your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the 'SON' shine in...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858759041592434907-3954808295774190607?l=celliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celliot.blogspot.com/feeds/3954808295774190607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858759041592434907&amp;postID=3954808295774190607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858759041592434907/posts/default/3954808295774190607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858759041592434907/posts/default/3954808295774190607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celliot.blogspot.com/2007/03/whos-ready-for-some-word.html' title='Who&apos;s ready for some Word!'/><author><name>cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11710284814444157192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858759041592434907.post-6868826931709971750</id><published>2007-03-05T13:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T14:20:52.307-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back !</title><content type='html'>Hello, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt; I have a little revelation to share with you today. A question to ponder first... Do you have a 'life verse'? You know what I'm talking about. There's one or two or maybe a whole chapter that you quote in those times of need. Or maybe it's just a verse that for some reason or another just stuck in your brain like one of those bad TV commercials or drink slogan. But none the less it is something that you can quote at any given moment that just kind of rolls off your tongue.&lt;br /&gt;Hello...this is a life verse. God has placed it in your path while you were taking the intellectual highway &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; the world called the Bible. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Road sign&lt;/span&gt;, landmark, or life verse... we all have our little reference name to call it. Now, you know what I'm referring to. Mine is and has been for years ,&lt;br /&gt;"Delight yourself in the Lord and He will give you the desires of your heart." Sounds simple don't it?&lt;br /&gt; Not entirely so. I did that. Then I petitioned God, "OK, Lord, I'm delighting in you, when are you going to give me the desires of my heart"? Hey, Lord, do you not see me delighting.... I'm waiting... God, Jesus, hello... do you see I'm delighting myself in you... God?&lt;br /&gt; Then there was the silence. He spoke to my heart like a father would do his child when they just wasn't quite getting it. He said ever so softly, "You are listening but you are not understanding".  His word does say delight myself in the Lord...but it was the second part is what he wanted to put the emphasis on. "And HE will give me the desires of my heart". Haven't we all been told that His way is not our own? Do you see what God had been telling me. His desires for my heart (given by Him) are not my own. He knows what is best for me in all things. He also knows what the true desires of my heart are. I think it is one thing but HE 'knows' it is truly another thing. It has been in front of me the whole time and I've just walked around looking up to the heavens pleading with God on MY desires. I simply failed to recognize His answer just because it was not lined up to what I thought it would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So, if you do have one of those verses in your heart somewhere... I urge you to quote it again. But this time quote it to yourself. Pay attention to where you have always put the emphasis at and ask God, what are you really trying to tell me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; How many of us have done that in our lives? We've listened to our Father but do we truly understand His meaning for us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858759041592434907-6868826931709971750?l=celliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celliot.blogspot.com/feeds/6868826931709971750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858759041592434907&amp;postID=6868826931709971750' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858759041592434907/posts/default/6868826931709971750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858759041592434907/posts/default/6868826931709971750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celliot.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back !'/><author><name>cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11710284814444157192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858759041592434907.post-3261086058243311238</id><published>2007-02-20T12:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T12:33:45.215-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Check your back-up!</title><content type='html'>Hey Guys. I know my posts are few and far between now. Just a little insight here, my computer crashed.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it was my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pc&lt;/span&gt; at work. Not only am I behind on doing daily blogs I have also lost valuable information concerning my&lt;br /&gt;everyday job duties. I am now behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Please bare with me. I'm still praying and I'm still seeking God.&lt;br /&gt;I'm also seeking a compatible &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pc&lt;/span&gt; windows 2000 that will hold 3 years worth of spreadsheets and important data without&lt;br /&gt;deciding, "oh....I'm just not going to work anymore".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess at times we do the same thing to God. He inputs important revelation into us and the Holy Spirit is constantly downloading gifts and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;anointing&lt;/span&gt; and words into us. Then one day we just don't feel up to par and sometimes decide to crash!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, I may be referring to myself but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; of us have been there at times. Thank God that he always saves! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;CTRL&lt;/span&gt;-ALT-DEL&lt;br /&gt;is not programed into Gods' plan. He saves all and even keeps a back-up. It's called "repentance".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now you see I failed to do a recent back-up at work. Just as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;necessary&lt;/span&gt; as it is in the physical world to prepare a back-up it is also &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;necessary&lt;/span&gt; in the Spiritual World. Remaining humble before our God and repenting often keeps us....well, as funny as it sounds...VIRUS FREE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BE blessed!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858759041592434907-3261086058243311238?l=celliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celliot.blogspot.com/feeds/3261086058243311238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858759041592434907&amp;postID=3261086058243311238' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858759041592434907/posts/default/3261086058243311238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858759041592434907/posts/default/3261086058243311238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celliot.blogspot.com/2007/02/check-your-back-up.html' title='Check your back-up!'/><author><name>cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11710284814444157192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858759041592434907.post-54847233270790008</id><published>2007-02-15T09:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T10:13:38.758-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Obedience is greater than Sacrifice!</title><content type='html'>This is a hard subject for me. If any of you watch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Creflo&lt;/span&gt; Dollar then you know that he is preaching on obedience this week. God started molding this concept in my life in December. That simple phrase has been spoke to me by several different people. You can rest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;assured&lt;/span&gt; that if God takes the time to have several people take time out of their day and lives to give you this word then it must be important. God will prepare His people that will hear His voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being obedient comes in several forms. It could be praying more, being nicer to those on your job, walking in love when it is so hard to do, going the extra mile when you feel like giving up, or omitting things in your life that may be a stumbling block in your walk. God has so much in store for us if we just obey.&lt;br /&gt;It is easier said than done. I know this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;personally&lt;/span&gt;. One of my prayer partners and closest friends called me today saying that God said to "prune your bushes". Wow, there's revelation in that. He stated that God was cutting away things and people in his life just for his growth. I am excited for him because I know God has greater plans for him. We should all take a look outside the box of our life and see if a little pruning can be done. There are greater plans for us all. We have the ability to grow beyond our circumstances if only we allow God to remove the dry and barren branches from our life. Think about that one for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this time there are several prayers going up. We all have needs in our families, jobs, friends, I cannot even number them all. So, just take a part of your day to pray for the people in your life for God's hand to move on them and grace be poured out to them. Pray also for God to show you any 'dead' thing in your life that He desires to be removed. Be obedient in whatever he tells you and the blessing that follows will be worth it.&lt;br /&gt;God bless you as always!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858759041592434907-54847233270790008?l=celliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celliot.blogspot.com/feeds/54847233270790008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858759041592434907&amp;postID=54847233270790008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858759041592434907/posts/default/54847233270790008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858759041592434907/posts/default/54847233270790008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celliot.blogspot.com/2007/02/obedience-is-greater-than-sacrifice.html' title='Obedience is greater than Sacrifice!'/><author><name>cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11710284814444157192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858759041592434907.post-6022664687161879307</id><published>2007-02-14T11:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T11:47:59.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>To all my peeps, I love ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, now to the real post. Love, love, love.&lt;br /&gt;We are created with love, grow in love and die loved. Everyone is loved by someone. Parents, family, friends, aquaintances, and hopefully one day with a mate. The majority of you know that I am without that last part for the time being.&lt;br /&gt;But God has assured me this morning that His love is unconditional and abundantly overflowing always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A part of the Bible that I like to read constantly is in the book of love. Yes, Song of Solomon. Let me take you to the 3rd chapter. It is delivered through a woman's eyes.&lt;br /&gt;She starts by saying,..."By night on my bed, I sought him whom my soul loveth: I sought him but I found him not. Now read on from verse 1 to verse 4. She tells you the steps of her 'longing' for whom she loves but cannot find. At the end of 4 it states that she did find him and wouldn't let him go. She then took him home to her mother's house.&lt;br /&gt; Let me tell you what I recieved from this passage. Our soul is linked to Christ. We are seeking constantly for His touch and closeness in our own soul. A lot of people BEGIN their prayers from their bed or bedsides. Whether it be early morning before you start the day or late at night when you lay to rest and you begin to talk to Him about your day and concerns. This is a much like a parable to me. God is revealing to me to seek HIM, (whom my soul loveth) from my bed and to keep seeking throughout my day. Even the part in verse 3 where she asked the watchmen in the streets "have ye seen him whom my soul loveth"?... She was not afraid to ask where he was and has anyone else seen him. Why? Because she loves him so much that there is NO SHAME in telling anyone that she is seeking him. She truly is looking for her love. But when she does find him, she brought him home. In today's terms, "she took him home to momma"! There's no shame in that. This is her true love.&lt;br /&gt; God's love is perfect. Like Michael Locks said, ëven if you were the only person on this earth, he still would have sent Jesus to die for you!" Because He loves you perfectly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise God that perfect love never fails, (referensing 2 Cor.13).&lt;br /&gt;Today, love the one you have and everyone else you are around. But don't forget about the one who loves you, God Almighty. Your heavenly Father that holds perfect love for you. Acknowledge Him today by seeking him whom your soul loveths, then do the rest by taking Him into your Home and saying, "welcome home, my love".&lt;br /&gt;May the warmth of His presence fill your souls and you know without a doubt that you are loved on this day! God Bless!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858759041592434907-6022664687161879307?l=celliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celliot.blogspot.com/feeds/6022664687161879307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858759041592434907&amp;postID=6022664687161879307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858759041592434907/posts/default/6022664687161879307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858759041592434907/posts/default/6022664687161879307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celliot.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11710284814444157192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858759041592434907.post-7351174627436853585</id><published>2007-02-12T09:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T09:24:35.571-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Cry For Frank!</title><content type='html'>I am getting right to the point today. A brother in Christ is in need. We all have had some point in our life that we needed someone else. So I am going to make this short by asking anyone that reads this to just say a prayer for Frank today. This is an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;anointed&lt;/span&gt; man of God that needs comfort and grace. Psalms 71:20-21 says... "You, who have shown me great and severe troubles, shall revive me again, and bring me up again from the great depths of the earth. (21) You shall increase my greatness, and comfort me on every side."&lt;br /&gt; Frank, sometimes the great depths of the earth is simply 'uncertainty' within your own understanding. But you are not alone. And His word assures you that He will comfort you on every side!&lt;br /&gt; You are a blessing and I am praying for you brother!&lt;br /&gt;Put on your spiritual glasses and see that angels are encamped about you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This goes for anyone in need today. I pray that everyone that may read this today sees a new revelation of Gods' glory is awaiting you to recognize it.&lt;br /&gt;Bless you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858759041592434907-7351174627436853585?l=celliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celliot.blogspot.com/feeds/7351174627436853585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858759041592434907&amp;postID=7351174627436853585' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858759041592434907/posts/default/7351174627436853585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858759041592434907/posts/default/7351174627436853585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celliot.blogspot.com/2007/02/cry-for-frank.html' title='A Cry For Frank!'/><author><name>cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11710284814444157192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858759041592434907.post-5580634328807294800</id><published>2007-02-08T08:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T09:22:48.499-05:00</updated><title type='text'>God is waiting on you!</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone, long time no "post". I have been sick and working. I am not going to waste my time dwelling on the details. I really have something to say.&lt;br /&gt;Micheal Locke has truly hammered the nail today! I do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; we may all be in some sort of Wilderness right now and God is awaiting our cry. Just think about it. John the Baptist had a purpose. He knew within himself what that was. He started baptizing with the "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;belief&lt;/span&gt;" that Jesus would come to him and he would have the Honor to Baptise Jesus. Is that not a faith message there? What if God was just sitting in the Heavens thinking, "OK, as soon as they start working in their purpose by faith, I will send you to the people Jesus". Do you understand this?&lt;br /&gt;Jesus may just be waiting on us to take that step. No other man can tell you what your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;purpose&lt;/span&gt; in Christ is. It is something implanted into your being at the moment of conception. You were planned by Christ. He said he knew you before you were in the womb. So, why not think that HE also knew your purpose before you entered the womb also?&lt;br /&gt;I just want to stop and say, WOW!&lt;br /&gt;I have a calling, you have a calling, we are all called unto the Lord!&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we may be in a wilderness. I know several loved ones right now that are there. There are areas in my life that are considered the wilderness right now. But God is bringing me through it.&lt;br /&gt;Praise God! Weather you feel sick today or alone or even misunderstood, He is with you! He will never leave you. And I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; is is sitting on the edge of His heavenly seat waiting on you to grasp the concept that all you have to do is open your mouth and call upon the name of the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;Jesus!!!&lt;br /&gt;Just say it and you will be blessed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I haven't rambled and got off the beaten path. Keep in mind, what little medication I was taking is now working itself out. I am healed in the name of the Lord!&lt;br /&gt;I speak blessing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;over&lt;/span&gt; you all, have a great day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858759041592434907-5580634328807294800?l=celliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celliot.blogspot.com/feeds/5580634328807294800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858759041592434907&amp;postID=5580634328807294800' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858759041592434907/posts/default/5580634328807294800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858759041592434907/posts/default/5580634328807294800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celliot.blogspot.com/2007/02/hi-everyone-long-time-no-post.html' title='God is waiting on you!'/><author><name>cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11710284814444157192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858759041592434907.post-8627363529504771805</id><published>2007-02-02T23:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T23:32:03.964-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Check Your Fields</title><content type='html'>The snow is gone, (what little there was) slush is almost no more, but the chill is still in the air. Most businesses were closed Thursday, including our plant. I wasn't able to post Thursday and was playing catch-up today. But in the midst of all God was still working with His people. I sat at home Thursday enjoying the day off as most of us were. But seeds of doubt were setting in. The devil directed one phone call after another to my number. OK, it may have not been directly the devil but I do say that is wasn't God. I firmly believe that God will bring about things that uplift you of edify Him. Anything that falls the other way is not directed by God and may just be attacks of the enemy. Even in correction God will show how it will edify and glorify His name. I just wanted to go back to sleep. The Lord wouldn't allow it. I thought to myself that I would just escape my responsibilities and even prayer by watching a movie. Just 2 hours to relax.&lt;br /&gt; Yeah right! I watch "Facing the Giants". I had no clue that it was a bible based movie. I just thought it was a football movie, which happens to be my favorite genre. God spoke to me through this movie. A very strong life point that was made in the movie was, "to prepare your fields". In this meaning the character was telling of a story of a farmer praying for rain during a drought. But each day he prepared his field for the rains and God brought them. The Lord spoke to me at that moment and I knew in several areas of my life I have prayed but have not prepared my fields. I now have a new revelation of what my next step in my prayer life is to be. It's kind of an extension of walking in faith.&lt;br /&gt; I went over in my mind of the prayers that God had answered and I thanked Him again. Then the ones that have not yet been answered I asked for direction on how to prepare the fields. &lt;br /&gt; So I guess in a way I am asking each of you to think it over. Have you been praying for something but not really prepared the field for it to harvest in? This came to me as a very serious reality. I can only pray that it does the same to you. If no one else but myself has grasped this great revelation then God had succeeded in the one He meant to. But if you too have this revelation and are doing a self-check then God has achieved a greatness that technology delivered but came "via- Holy Ghost". Bless you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858759041592434907-8627363529504771805?l=celliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celliot.blogspot.com/feeds/8627363529504771805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858759041592434907&amp;postID=8627363529504771805' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858759041592434907/posts/default/8627363529504771805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858759041592434907/posts/default/8627363529504771805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celliot.blogspot.com/2007/02/check-your-fields.html' title='Check Your Fields'/><author><name>cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11710284814444157192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858759041592434907.post-8027646551631524208</id><published>2007-01-31T10:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T10:56:17.454-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who I love...</title><content type='html'>I'm going to take a few minutes and share with you what God is doing in my life. Where to start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;, it is getting close to Valentine's Day. We all know what emphasis the "world" has put on this one day. Well, you know I'm going to break it down for you. The smell of love is in the air. Roses and chocolates being bought from every store around. You won't be able to drive down the road without seeing a delivery van filled with flowers going out to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt; unexpectedly. The colors of RED and PINK are being posted on every store front and down every isle just to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;recognize&lt;/span&gt; this wonderful occasion to express how much you love someone on this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well guess what?&lt;br /&gt;I read a true love story that beats all the Valentines Days that you have faced in your life all added together! Yes, the smell of love was in the air and there were flowers involved and the colors RED and PINK were so bright that they were seen on a mountainside across the land. Yes, I am talking about Jesus hanging on the cross. He was there because he loved me! The color RED was His blood that gushed out from his wounds as He had me in His mind! The color PINK was His precious skin that hung from his side where he was speared and from his back where he took the whips for me! He did all this for me! All this because He loves me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I have cried countless times because I thought no one loved me. Aside from my children I am alone. I was going to spend another Valentine's Day with no one to share the meaning of it with. But God assured me this morning that someone does love me. He loves me so much that he paid the ultimate sacrifice to prove it. No other man has ever done this for me.&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite scriptures is Song of Solomon 3:1-4. It starts by saying "by night I sat on my bed, I sought him whom my soul &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;loveth&lt;/span&gt;, I sought him but I found him not". I am at the point in my life that I do not have to seek anymore. My soul loves Jesus and He loves me back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I didn't twist &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;any one's&lt;/span&gt; plans for Valentine's Day. I just had to share with you all that Jesus gave you the best Valentine ever known to man... all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; He loves YOU!!!&lt;br /&gt;AMEN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858759041592434907-8027646551631524208?l=celliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celliot.blogspot.com/feeds/8027646551631524208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858759041592434907&amp;postID=8027646551631524208' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858759041592434907/posts/default/8027646551631524208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858759041592434907/posts/default/8027646551631524208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celliot.blogspot.com/2007/01/who-i-love.html' title='Who I love...'/><author><name>cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11710284814444157192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858759041592434907.post-8892862493790402119</id><published>2007-01-30T08:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T09:21:34.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Silence can be Golden</title><content type='html'>I prayed this morning as usual about what to write today. I got nothing. I asked again,"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; Lord, what can I talk about to whoever reads my blog that can inspire them today"? Still, there was silence. Then I read Franks blog about knee-mail. He was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;absolutely&lt;/span&gt; on target today. We pray for answers and sometimes get nothing...silence. It's not that God isn't listening or ignoring you today. He knows what you need. So tell Him. It is as simple as talking to your friend on the phone, sending out an email or instant message. Then wait on the Lord for His response. It could come in so many forms. Anything from a phone call unexpectedly, a card in the mail, or a stranger just smiling at you in the checkout line. But it will come.&lt;br /&gt; I urge you at some point to just sit back and listen to Him. Glory in His &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;presence&lt;/span&gt;. Soak it in. Be receptive to the Holy Spirit. His &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;presence&lt;/span&gt; is sweet and if you think about it this way...He thinks yours is too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858759041592434907-8892862493790402119?l=celliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celliot.blogspot.com/feeds/8892862493790402119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858759041592434907&amp;postID=8892862493790402119' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858759041592434907/posts/default/8892862493790402119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858759041592434907/posts/default/8892862493790402119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celliot.blogspot.com/2007/01/silence-can-be-golden.html' title='Silence can be Golden'/><author><name>cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11710284814444157192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858759041592434907.post-1084085895353361376</id><published>2007-01-29T08:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T09:09:49.585-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Praise Him ForThe New!</title><content type='html'>It's time to start a new week! Are you excited? I am. Let me just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;summarize&lt;/span&gt; what God is doing thus far. He is taking each and every one of you to new levels. New levels of faith, new levels of prosperity, new levels of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;responsibility&lt;/span&gt;, the whole nine yards. But let's concentrate on what was just said...one word, NEW. Praise God that the start of a new week means just that ...NEW!&lt;br /&gt;I am excited.&lt;br /&gt;That means that the mistakes I made last week are in the past. I do not have to repeat them because they are in the old. I get the great &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;privilege&lt;/span&gt; to face new problems, new opportunities and new tasks. I learned a very valuable piece of information last night. I am going to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;entrust&lt;/span&gt; you all with this and pray you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;receive&lt;/span&gt; it. "The devil wants to keep your focus on the old". One of his most successful tactics is to bring up your 'past' (the old you) and have you dwell on it. If he can get you to look backwards then you are very vulnerable and likely to stumble in your walk. How many of us walk backwards as a part of our natural life? Do you drive to your destination in reverse? NO! Why? Because it is not natural! You cannot see clearly where you are going? It is dangerous to drive backwards. Some people have a difficult time just backing into a 8 foot parking space much less driving for miles down the road. Do you see my point? Even if you are walking forwards and looking backwards in fun you may trip over something or stub your toe. Well, it is the same in your daily spiritual walk. Looking backwards and dwelling on the past is dangerous to our health. It may just delay our arrival of our destination that God has planned for us. I am not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;contradicting&lt;/span&gt; what I said Friday about looking back on what God has done in your life and being encouraged. Don't get me wrong, please. It is good to see where God has blessed you before. Be reminded of what God has done for you and see where he has taken you from to where he has taken you to. But don't do the flip side of that. Don't look back at the old 'bad' you that the devil likes to remind you of. It is his job to be conniving and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;manipulate&lt;/span&gt; you into talking about him and his works. You see, it has always been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Satan's&lt;/span&gt; desire to be like God.  As you see he wants as much recognition as God and wants us to talk as much about his works as we do about Gods' works. Let's not give the devil any credit. He can bring up my past and even attempt to get me to talk about one bad thing that happened over the weekend. But I refuse to give the devil a foothold in my conversation! God, is good and He rocked Anderson over the weekend! We are all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;conquerors&lt;/span&gt; in the Lord. I am not looking backwards but looking forward to the new day that is before me! Today, praise God for the "new" in your life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858759041592434907-1084085895353361376?l=celliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celliot.blogspot.com/feeds/1084085895353361376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858759041592434907&amp;postID=1084085895353361376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858759041592434907/posts/default/1084085895353361376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858759041592434907/posts/default/1084085895353361376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celliot.blogspot.com/2007/01/praise-him-forthe-new.html' title='Praise Him ForThe New!'/><author><name>cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11710284814444157192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858759041592434907.post-8863690074168550298</id><published>2007-01-26T11:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T12:01:32.325-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you checked your book?</title><content type='html'>Frank, this one's for you!&lt;br /&gt; We all at one time or another practiced this, writing something important that happened down.&lt;br /&gt;In school it was a required assignment to keep a journal. You talked about your family, your friends, you feelings, your weekends and even your vacations. At the end of the week or semester I remember turning it in to the teacher to get graded on it. Not only did she grade me on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;grammar&lt;/span&gt; and proper punctuation but she graded it by the way you spoke to the reader. I even recall little notes out to the side that would comment on my topic of choice or encourage me on an entry that clearly showed I was having a difficult time at home. Who remembers any teacher saying, "the things you do and learn in school will follow you throughout your life? You will use this at some point in your future."&lt;br /&gt; Well here it is. Months ago I was watching Joyce Meyers preach and she was talking about a book of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;remembrance&lt;/span&gt;. She encouraged the congregation to keep a journal of your daily walk. She said if you did, at some point when you are having a 'bad day' just look back in your journals and read where you came from. The Holy Spirit challenged me at that moment. I do keep a journal daily. I write down my conversations, feelings, and even prayers for that day. As you could tell, I had a 'bad day' just through events this whole week. I knew that I was going to have to face someone that hurt me deeply when I got off work. This person was a very close friend that I constantly hold up in prayer. He hurt me last week so bad that I told God I was NOT going to pray for him! I wanted to be hard-headed about it. Jesus immediately started dealing with me through my "book of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;remembrance&lt;/span&gt;". I felt the urge to read what had happened in my life just last month. As I read from one page to the next I was being encouraged. I saw where God had moved in areas that at the time I was blinded to. I now see answered prayers that were taken for granted. Then I read about what God had done with my friend. The Holy Spirit moved me. I began thanking God for showing me His work. Then I started weeping for people in my life. I felt such a love that mere words cannot describe my experience. All I can say is God is sweet. I had an excitement about facing him after work. I waited for the right moment to bring it up. As you could guess, God showed up. We talked and I told him that I was thankful for him. I told him that what the devil meant for bad (having harsh feelings) God turned out for His good. My point is, God is the Great Teacher Of All Mankind. He is grading us on our journal entries called "life". The little comments he puts out to the side is simply the sweet whispers of the Holy Spirit guiding you in your next entry. Yes, God is grading you on your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;grammar&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Grammar&lt;/span&gt; is the proper use of words! How are you talking? And he is grading us on punctuation. Think about that one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, , I urge you to do a self-check. Whether you actual write down in your journal daily or you just walk it out, what's your grade looking like? What comments is the Holy Spirit relaying to you for your next adventure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you find yourself feeling a little lost or distant. Pick up your journal and just read what God has done in your life so far. I challenge everyone if you don't yet to keep a written journal. It will help you in the long run. And who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;knows&lt;/span&gt;... maybe when these journals are combined you will find that you have the potential to create a book that a dear friend on a blog page is awaiting his copy. The bible says your words are power, "there's life and death in the power of your tongue". Thank you for speaking LIFE. Frank, you will be the first to receive a copy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give God all the glory and honor! Bless you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858759041592434907-8863690074168550298?l=celliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celliot.blogspot.com/feeds/8863690074168550298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858759041592434907&amp;postID=8863690074168550298' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858759041592434907/posts/default/8863690074168550298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858759041592434907/posts/default/8863690074168550298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celliot.blogspot.com/2007/01/have-you-checked-your-book.html' title='Have you checked your book?'/><author><name>cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11710284814444157192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858759041592434907.post-7636383371853265629</id><published>2007-01-25T10:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T12:06:10.717-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The faith of a child</title><content type='html'>I'm back! I feel like a "Rocky" movie. I started getting sick Tuesday to the point that I had a very raspy voice. I felt terrible. Then to top that off I received a call from the school Wednesday morning about my son. The school nurse just said , "you need to come pick up your son, he got hurt and needs to go to the hospital". Talk about a panic! I prayed on the way to the school for it not to be severe. I did have to take him to the ER for a cut on his head. The doctor told me he was going to have to have 2 staples in his head. He cried and begged me not to let them. He didn't want stitches but he was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;absolutely&lt;/span&gt; sure he didn't want staples &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;either&lt;/span&gt;! While we were 'waiting' he asked me to pray that whatever they did it wouldn't hurt. I put my head on the hospital bed almost in tears for my little 6 year old that wanted me to pray the hurt away. Now let's get real here... we all know that anything these ER people do is going to hurt! But I prayed with him that it wouldn't hurt. Not too long afterwards the nurse came in with a gauze and a needle. She said I'm going to numb the area so it won't hurt as bad. When I saw the needle I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cringed&lt;/span&gt;! But she placed the gauze on his head and squirted the medicine on top of it. She didn't even stick him with the needle! I count that as one answered prayer. I had to hold that gauze in place for 30 minutes before they came in to do the staples. While we were 'waiting' again Tommy asked another impossible question. He said, "mommy, can we pray for no staples"? I said no because of the gap in his head. He started crying again. Then I witnessed a miraculous prayer of faith. My 6 year old son prayed out loud, " Jesus, please only use one staple". Again I felt like crying. I knew that what the doctor says goes so I didn't comment on his prayer. Before I knew it, the doctor came in , removed the gauze and put the first staple in his head. She looked at it then dabbed the blood away, looked at me and said, "I think that 's going to do it". I stood corrected! The faith of a child is a lot greater than the opinion of a doctor! It did hurt him a little but he walked out with a testimony! How great is our God! I am still amazed at how I personally took the word of a professional over the word of God. But the faith of a child reassured His Word... "ask and you shall receive". It also says in Mark 11:24 ," Whatsoever ye desire, when you pray, believe that you received them and you shall have them." I think that my son really "believed" that God was going to answer his prayer and HE did!&lt;br /&gt; So now, I sit in awe that it took a 6 year old to bring things back into perspective for me. Lesson learned. I will not limit God based on symptoms or reports. Instead I will stand and fight the good fight of faith!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858759041592434907-7636383371853265629?l=celliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celliot.blogspot.com/feeds/7636383371853265629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858759041592434907&amp;postID=7636383371853265629' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858759041592434907/posts/default/7636383371853265629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858759041592434907/posts/default/7636383371853265629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celliot.blogspot.com/2007/01/faith-of-child.html' title='The faith of a child'/><author><name>cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11710284814444157192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858759041592434907.post-9189316153699190403</id><published>2007-01-23T10:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T10:49:45.363-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it raining in your life?</title><content type='html'>I tell you now the devil wants me to give up. But I've got great promises on my side! We all have great promises awaiting us! The word says," I have great plans for you, thus saith the Lord".&lt;br /&gt;So why do we let some things get us down? It's what they call human nature. But I just got new revelation. When we asked the Lord to take over our lives and come into our hearts we were born again. We are no longer driven by "human nature" but should be led by "heavenly nature"!&lt;br /&gt;There are things, incidences, people, and even symptoms that will come against you every day. We were not made to give up and the devil knows it. We were created to keep going. It is in the midst of these that we should rely on our 'heavenly nature' instead of the other. I know at times this is hard for people. Trust me, I fall into this all the time. But God has shown me lately that they will continue to come. I just have to choose how to handle it. (like the world would or like Jesus would) He didn't promise there wouldn't be any storms. He just promised there would be refuge in the storms! Look at it like this. When it's raining in your life, God is the one holding the umbrella. You can choose to stand in the rain and become drenched and mess up your new hairstyle while your make-up runs down your face (not a pretty sight) or you can take one step to the side and get under that Heavenly umbrella of protection. That's not to say you aren't going to get your feet wet! But at least you'll be protected from the elements from the head down. Did anyone else get that?  "From the HEAD down"!!! God Almighty is the Head. Praise God, that He has given us a place of refuge! So next time it rains in your life or the devil even tries to turn the sprinkler on just ask the Lord to pop out the umbrella. Then rain on the devils plans by taking JOY in splashing in the puddles!&lt;br /&gt;Have a blessed day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858759041592434907-9189316153699190403?l=celliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celliot.blogspot.com/feeds/9189316153699190403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858759041592434907&amp;postID=9189316153699190403' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858759041592434907/posts/default/9189316153699190403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858759041592434907/posts/default/9189316153699190403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celliot.blogspot.com/2007/01/is-it-raining-in-your-life.html' title='Is it raining in your life?'/><author><name>cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11710284814444157192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858759041592434907.post-3327654238384919602</id><published>2007-01-22T09:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T10:04:37.205-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Calling All Soldiers!</title><content type='html'>Wow, what a weekend! I had one of those "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;doosey&lt;/span&gt;" of a weekends. One that just plays over and over in your mind.  I'm not going into details and tell you what happened. I'm instructed not to grumble and complain. I don't want to give the devil ANY credit. But instead I'm going to put him in his place!  How many of you know that as soon as you stand up for Christ the devil tries to knock you down? Always expect it. That is his job. We are to be prepared and be aware of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;enemy's&lt;/span&gt; attempts but not to give into them. I was attacked this weekend from all corners for everything I proclaimed last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;week&lt;/span&gt;. God showed me through my spiritual mom, Lynn, the enemy's plan of attack. Then he showed me through His word what I was to use as defense. Finally, God showed me through my pastor who I was in Christ and the devil could not defeat me. We are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;soldiers&lt;/span&gt; in God's army. We've all heard this and probably sung the song as a child. But God wants you to take it a step further. Let that sink into your bones. You are a soldier! It is your responsibility as a christian to always be prepared for battle. Our soldiers are over seas fighting now for what... The people of the United States! Their people, their loved ones, the ones that cannot fight for themselves. They sleep with their weapons at their sides. Why? Because they never know when the enemy may sneak in camp in the middle of the night and attack. They "know" their weapon. They can assemble it within seconds. they can even &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;disassemble&lt;/span&gt; and reassemble it blindfolded! How many of us truly "know" our weapon? How many of us go to sleep with our weapon at our side ready and awaiting for an unexpected attack from the enemy? Now, I'm not talking about literally sleeping with your Bible. But I am talking about closing your eyes at night with the word "JESUS" on the tip of your tongue. With that one word spoken in the dead of the night the demons of this world must flee! Wow, the wonderful power of our weapon. Our military intelligence is so great that they usually have a good idea of the enemies plan of attack or when the enemy is just gathering. Our God in no lessor of a general! He knows what, when, and how the enemy will attack. It is up to us to be prepared and ask His guidance for our "mission". Be the soldier you were called to be!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858759041592434907-3327654238384919602?l=celliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celliot.blogspot.com/feeds/3327654238384919602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858759041592434907&amp;postID=3327654238384919602' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858759041592434907/posts/default/3327654238384919602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858759041592434907/posts/default/3327654238384919602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celliot.blogspot.com/2007/01/calling-all-soldiers.html' title='Calling All Soldiers!'/><author><name>cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11710284814444157192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858759041592434907.post-5576345287422558324</id><published>2007-01-19T10:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T10:59:09.057-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A new morning comes!</title><content type='html'>Hey guys! I'm running a little late on this one. I thought about it and thought about it. I think today God just wants us to be thankful. I mentioned it yesterday that we can never thank Him enough. This is so true. I sat down with spiritual mom yesterday and we talked over the events of the past few years. How many of you know that with growth God will change your mindset? My church is discussing that now. Until it is brought to your attention I don't think we actually grasp the concept. Think back to when you first got saved or rededicated your life. Look at where you were.  I don't know about you but some of  us (me) where in a deserted place in our life. Most of all, I remember working my tail off and having nothing to show for it. I was unhappy, immature and broke. Joyce Meyers tells everyone not to forget where you come from. Remember where God found you and it will keep you humble. To give an example I had nothing. All I did was pray. "God, I can't live like this anymore. I don't like myself. I have nothing and I'm nobody". God is a great God! He took me and raised me to my purpose. Don't get me wrong, I'm still being raised. But that's the whole point! He keeps raising! He raises your spirits, your levels, your maturity, your prosperity your whole life! I got excited talking about it. I was thankful that God blessed me with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;rinky&lt;/span&gt; dink car to drive! He blessed me with a broken pop-up camper and I gave that as a praise report in church. I didn't look at what all was wrong with these things but instead I was thankful that I was blessed with them! That's exactly what Jesus does. He doesn't look at what all is "wrong" with you and all the things you messed up at, but instead He looks at the fact that you are now a blessing to Him! He sees your potential and what you can become. I am so thankful that He didn't look at the natural but instead He saw the "supernatural"! We are all called unto His service and calling. So today I challenge you all to remember where you come from and be "uncommonly thankful" for where you are now. Just watch what our Lord will do next!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858759041592434907-5576345287422558324?l=celliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celliot.blogspot.com/feeds/5576345287422558324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858759041592434907&amp;postID=5576345287422558324' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858759041592434907/posts/default/5576345287422558324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858759041592434907/posts/default/5576345287422558324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celliot.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-morning-comes.html' title='A new morning comes!'/><author><name>cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11710284814444157192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858759041592434907.post-5336197852317738884</id><published>2007-01-18T09:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T10:04:34.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you an example?</title><content type='html'>Good morning to you all. I just want to take a minute to thank God for all that He is doing. That's one thing that we just can't do enough of.&lt;br /&gt; Now, here is what God has laid on my heart today.  He is speaking to us all ..."Example". It is a simple word and we all know it's meaning. But I feel we really need to examine how it applies to our life. I tell you now this was hard to swallow. I think sometimes we forget that we are being examples to every one we come in contact with. Being a parent is a great responsibility in so many ways. But recently God has shown me that being a 'good' example was one of the most vital parts of their maturing. People every where are watching you. They see you on your job, in church, going down the road in your car, and even in the grocery store. How you handle each day will be an example for someone. I have two incidences in mind. The first is one that no one wants to admit to and that's when a bill collector calls. We have this presumption that they pick the "rudest, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;obnoxious&lt;/span&gt;, meanest" individuals to bug you daily. But God can turn those calls out for your good and you know with out a doubt it was predestined for you to talk to that one operator. I received a call from a major bill collector before Christmas. I was very polite and calm even though she was not. I made a commitment with her but before hanging up I squeezed in, " I pray you have a blessed Christmas". She was silent on the other end and in a faint voice she said, "you too". Since then she has been the one to call me every other week to make &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;arrangements&lt;/span&gt; on my account. I've felt a release at times to say "God bless you" before hanging up. Well, she called me last week which was out of the normal because I had already made &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;arrangements&lt;/span&gt; the week before and she asked me to pray for her grandmother. I'm not going to lie, I was scared!  But praise God! He showed up and showed out! I prayed for that woman and her grandmother. Then i asked her to call me back with a report. God is good!&lt;br /&gt; The second as mentioned before is the example of a parent. We are examples set before the little children that God has placed in our daily lives. I am a single parent now and I have to watch myself in ways more than one. As you know God has removed people from my life that were stumbling blocks. I had wrestled with the need of a companion. My kids have seen me cry over this too many times. God corrected me again. (Boy, don't you love those heavenly spankings!) I had to regain focus. I realized the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;impact&lt;/span&gt; it had on my children when my oldest "little" girl came to me. "Momma, when can I have a boyfriend"? First thought was NEVER!&lt;br /&gt;But I believe the right words arose from my spirit. I held her and told her there was some things she had to accomplish first. She needed to concentrate on these other things and get to where she is confident in herself not to fall in the traps that little boys can set. Then I looked in her eyes and said, "Look how old I am. I don't have a boyfriend right now and I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;. I've got to do some things first before God brings the right person to me". She understood but she wasn't too happy about the answer. Now think about this. How many times have we cried out to God, "when Lord, Why God, but, but, but..." And He holds us in His arms and says..."My child, there are some things you must accomplish first, there are other things that you need to concentrate on, I want you to be confident enough in yourself not to fall in the traps that are set before you...I have greater plans for you". Jesus himself was the greatest example to ever walk the earth. Guess what? He is your Father and you are His child. Be the example that He has made you to be. Now go out there are show everyone today...Whose Your Daddy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858759041592434907-5336197852317738884?l=celliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celliot.blogspot.com/feeds/5336197852317738884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858759041592434907&amp;postID=5336197852317738884' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858759041592434907/posts/default/5336197852317738884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858759041592434907/posts/default/5336197852317738884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celliot.blogspot.com/2007/01/are-you-example.html' title='Are you an example?'/><author><name>cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11710284814444157192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858759041592434907.post-7803408002940810562</id><published>2007-01-17T10:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T10:44:07.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is the Day!</title><content type='html'>I am new at this blogging but it seems to be a great outlet. I had read a blog yesterday from a guy that I generally have been looking at for a few weeks. He spoke directly to me. This is the way it went down.  I've prayed for several things in my life. God is opening my eyes and showing me steps to take. I beleive that 2007 is the year for opening and closing of doors. God is slamming mine! But in the process I'm seeing new doors open ever so carefully. The Lord used this guy (Michael) to confirm that a freindship I had was indeed becoming much more than that. Don't get me wrong, my friend is a great man of God. But I was becoming dependant on his approval instead of Gods'. In cases like that I beleive if you pray that HE remove all hinderences from your life you better be prepared for Him to remove even the ones you are attached to. Yes, I cried because I felt like I had lost my best friend. But I really didn't. I was reminded he is still there. I just had to let him go so God can continue to grow with him and take him to his purpose. In turn, he had to do the same with me. It is so easy to get distracted even when God was the center of your conversations. We was talking 'about' God to each other instead of talking 'to' God about each other. We still lift our brother's and sister's up in prayer but go to the Father.&lt;br /&gt;God is the head of the Triangle. And the other 2 points is the persons involved. Whether it be husband and wife or  2 prayer partners. God is still the head. God showed me something last night as I was thinking over the events of my day. It was a step of obedience to stop confiding in my friend. With new steps comes new trials. With new trials requires new levels of faith. With new levels of faith births new revelations. With new revelation comes new victories. Praise God we are victorious!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858759041592434907-7803408002940810562?l=celliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celliot.blogspot.com/feeds/7803408002940810562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858759041592434907&amp;postID=7803408002940810562' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858759041592434907/posts/default/7803408002940810562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858759041592434907/posts/default/7803408002940810562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celliot.blogspot.com/2007/01/today-is-day.html' title='Today is the Day!'/><author><name>cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11710284814444157192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858759041592434907.post-290397912875435259</id><published>2007-01-16T11:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T13:41:25.190-05:00</updated><title type='text'>At the foot of a mountain</title><content type='html'>How many times do we stand at the foot of a mountain and cry for help? A lot of the times our natural instincts kick in and we just yell only to hear ourselves echo. Deep down do we search for help? Do we really call on God to remove the mountain or show us a way to overcome it? I had to let these questions sink in. Everyone at one time or another has heard the saying, "making a mountain out of a mole hill". I was at a point in my path of life that I could not recognize the size of the mountain in front of me. It seemed to be something huge that I couldn't even the see the ridged caps. It seemed to go on to infinity. I yelled only to hear my own voice bounce off it. I even invited others to my mountain so they could hear my voice echo from its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;crevices&lt;/span&gt;. It was my way of sending out invitations to my pity party. I wanted everyone to know that I could not go on any further because there was an obstacle in my path. A huge massive rock. But when I called on Jesus I was actually shocked that He answered. It was then that I realized it was not this big mountain that I seen before me but only a stumbling block in my path. The mountain was called "loneliness". The invitations sent out to others for their pity was called "desperation". The shocking response from God was called "a Father's Love". He has reassured me that He is with me. Everywhere I go and in everything I do He accompanies me. I have been instructed to cast my cares on Him. Do we really know the meaning of that phrase? I do now. I have for years cast my cares on my friends and loved ones. Now I truly understand that it is by my father's love that mountains will be made into mole hills instead of vice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;verso&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt; A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;anointed&lt;/span&gt; man of God once told me that my valley was actually my mountain. It was in the valley that loneliness manifested and grew into a rock that I feared had no end. I'm hear to encourage you that there is life in the valley! There is victory and joy! When you hear your voice echo, no matter where you are on a mountain,  just remember one thing. Say something that you are going to want to hear back. If you've ever yelled in a cave or on a mountain side just to hear your voice echo back then you know what I'm saying. You don't yell, "I'm lonely"... nine times out of ten, the first thing you yell is , "HELLO"!!! Because in our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;subconscious&lt;/span&gt; we want to hear a voice yell back,"HELLO". We have the need to feel 'NOT alone'.&lt;br /&gt; So I encourage you to praise God in the valleys and the mountains. My God is big and they are all mole hills to HIM!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858759041592434907-290397912875435259?l=celliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celliot.blogspot.com/feeds/290397912875435259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858759041592434907&amp;postID=290397912875435259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858759041592434907/posts/default/290397912875435259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858759041592434907/posts/default/290397912875435259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celliot.blogspot.com/2007/01/at-foot-of-mountain.html' title='At the foot of a mountain'/><author><name>cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11710284814444157192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
