<?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-8702942536352129635</id><updated>2011-09-03T17:49:11.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Speaking from a thought-provoked heart...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beulab.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8702942536352129635/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beulab.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Beula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03855787477796566122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SNlCRLkgdng/Th0nfqit-zI/AAAAAAAAAOM/4gixgHkm_iM/s220/ibf%2B2011.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8702942536352129635.post-2881649703114683765</id><published>2011-07-11T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T22:04:24.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Willing submission and loving authority</title><content type='html'>Does the word "submission" make us put our guard up immediately? The world of independence and individualism that we live in today, where everything we think about is: "what's the most optimal option for ME?", and in which subconsciously our tendency is to be selfish and think about ourselves over everyone else, submission is a very difficult concept to grasp and apply. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changing gears just a little bit, most women consider&amp;nbsp;their wedding day&amp;nbsp;to be the most dreamt about and desire it to be the most beautiful and perfect day of their lives. I'm not saying there's anything wrong with that, I have my own dreams about the same thing, but are we keeping in sight just the wedding? Or the marriage that is to follow the wedding?&amp;nbsp; Who is the person we're marrying? Why are we marrying him? Are we willing to spend every day of the rest of our life with him? What attitude will get us through the tough times?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a conference workshop about a week ago this summer, the speaker Dr. Steve Price, talked about &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Eph%205:22-33&amp;amp;version=ESV"&gt;Ephesians 5:22-33&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;(yep, the one about husbands and wives). I really wanna tell you all about it because it's a passage I've read and heard being spoken about a gazillion times before but this was the first time I heard it put this way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, moving on, husbands are to "&lt;b&gt;love&lt;/b&gt;" their wives &lt;b&gt;as &lt;/b&gt;"&lt;b&gt;Christ loved the church and gave himself up for her&lt;/b&gt;" and&amp;nbsp;"&lt;b&gt;as their own bodies&lt;/b&gt;"&amp;nbsp;(v. 25 and 28)&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt; Pretty straightforward, not rocket science. Every time a man interacts with his wife, she should get reminded of Christ, that's how deeply he should love her. She should know without a shadow of a doubt that her husband loves her and would give up his life for her, that's how ardently Christ loved us -&amp;nbsp;pure, righteous love!&amp;nbsp;And he needs to&amp;nbsp;assume the&amp;nbsp;responsibility of a husband in every aspect of life and not shrink back from taking initiative. He's the leader and if he's married that's the role he needs to take up. Steve called this trait of a husband - "loving authority". Without&amp;nbsp;the man's&amp;nbsp;love and willingness to lead/initiate, the woman's&amp;nbsp;submissiveness and respect toward him&amp;nbsp;is really meaningless. That's as summary of what he said about a man's role in a marriage. If you're a man, thanks for reading!&amp;nbsp;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now ladies,&amp;nbsp;that stuff I just said up there is for the men. I think it's difficult being a man. I don't think there's a way to say this without being misunderstood but I'm going to say it anyway: I'm a woman who's pretty independent and doesn't have trouble getting along in life without a man but I'd love to have a man to look up to, respect, and be a companion to (and him to me) for the rest of my life - there's a certain in-built desire that God has put in my heart for that, and I'm sure most, if not all, women out there feel somewhat the same way. I wouldn't exchange being a man for the life of me - it's not my calling! =D Besides, who wants to be a man when you can dress pretty being a woman? Men don't get that privilege!&amp;nbsp;;-) Jokes aside, we have a responsibility without which the man's role of a loving authority does not make sense. Women are to "&lt;b&gt;submit to&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;their "&lt;b&gt;husbands, as to the Lord&lt;/b&gt;" (v. 22). Now, which woman in her right mind will not want to submit to a husband that loves and cherishes her as though she's the most precious thing on earth? And which man on earth would not want a wife who's submissive and respects his leadership, supporting him in the decisions he makes? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With her &lt;b&gt;willing submission&lt;/b&gt; and his &lt;b&gt;loving authority&lt;/b&gt;, so many minute issues in the family can be resolved. The biggest thing that can get in the way though, is PRIDE! Women have a problem of thinking that we don't need men to lead us because we're self-sufficient and can make our own decisions and men think they're not respected enough and think their women are too demanding. But if&amp;nbsp;each thought of the other instead of themselves&amp;nbsp;- and mind you, it has to be mutual, otherwise over a long period of time it can get frustrating for one of the two persons and putting in a one-sided effort can wear them out - every situation in a family can be dealt with a lot more peacefully and with a lot more wisdom than when it is dealt with each person wanting their own selfishness to reign.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8702942536352129635-2881649703114683765?l=beulab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beulab.blogspot.com/feeds/2881649703114683765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8702942536352129635&amp;postID=2881649703114683765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8702942536352129635/posts/default/2881649703114683765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8702942536352129635/posts/default/2881649703114683765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beulab.blogspot.com/2011/07/willing-submission-and-loving-authority.html' title='Willing submission and loving authority'/><author><name>Beula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03855787477796566122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SNlCRLkgdng/Th0nfqit-zI/AAAAAAAAAOM/4gixgHkm_iM/s220/ibf%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8702942536352129635.post-2399876947448352241</id><published>2011-01-28T23:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T06:27:36.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I really don’t know where I belong, you know? I am Indian by nationality, and so there are certain references that I grew up with that only people that I grew up around would understand. But I didn’t grow up in India. I grew up in Oman, around non-resident Indians (NRIs), most of whom also hadn’t lived most of their lives in India. This implies that I knew hardly anything about my culture having grown up in a foreign country and going to a school and church, both of which being a part of, made me think and become a woman of my own, have my own ideas, come to my own conclusions about everything in life. I was different than most people and found maybe one or two people throughout grade school who were comfortable with the real me. I never got into arguments or anything, I was in fact, the peacemaker. I was just always very complicated and difficult to understand. When I went back to India, I couldn’t completely fit in there either, because the kids there, saw me as “different”, an NRI (probably with lots of money, according to them), and someone who spoke too good English, such that they thought that I thought myself to be above everyone else that was around me. I was always seen to be someone I wasn’t, whether in India or Oman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Before I continue, let me say this: the last thing I’m looking for is pity or “aww”s. I'm basically putting myself out there and trying to see who will be brave enough to say something about this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Moving on, now that I’ve come to the US, I don’t want to be around Indians, because there’s always been a sense of discomfort when I’m around them, the constant nagging and judgment just wears me out making me want to go to a corner and talk to no one because I feel so worthless compared to all these overachievers that make me feel like an underachiever. Not that there’s anything wrong with me, it’s just that all Indians supposedly want to be either doctors or engineers, or Chartered/Certified Accountants. So what do I do once I'm in the US? I hang out with mostly white people because that’s just the kind of people that I feel most comfortable around. They think like me, behave like me, and I'm completely okay with the way they do things&amp;nbsp; (nothing racial here, just talking about compatibility). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;When I hang out with white people what happens? I end up being the odd one out (some news that is) who knows nothing whatsoever, of the references being made in conversations and I end up just being the stupid looking, “have pity on me” person, that has to have everything explained, and takes all the fun out of what we’re talking about. I probably can do something to change that, hang out more with these people, watch more of the movies they’ve watched &amp;lt;- that’s a BIG one (and we’re talking legit Christians here, not random people), play more games/sports they’ve played, do more things they’ve done. I only have to go back to childhood and literally live my life again like my childhood doesn't count. Is there anyone who can understand what a mixed pot I am? Do you know how stressful it is to go through so many changes in life? I’m not mad for all these changes guys, please don’t misunderstand me. It’s just that I wish someone would understand me for all these things that are part of me, and see me for who I am, and love me for who I am, you know? I’m so longing for that day when that man that God has made for me will know that I’m the girl for him, and I won’t have to worry about caring about these things anymore. I don’t want some random guy who I’ve never met before. I want to know what it’s like to fall in love, real love. I want to be able to see him, talk with him and have him understand what I'm saying and for me to tunderstand him for who he is, and to laugh with him, and share with him and him with me. We can do it all the arranged way if that’s needed, but I want that element of love in it, and I don’t think there’s anything wrong with wanting that. I just basically want someone who’ll love both my Lord and me with passion - that's all I care about, honest to the core. Nothing else really matters to me, and I know what I'm saying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am fully aware that, but for the last few sentences in the last paragraph, and more than anything else, I sound like an angry bull right now and I think it’s good for me to say it out like this than to censor it and make it seem all flowery to please everyone reading this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;But I don’t care, I’m way past the point of caring about what people think. I need something different. And for the last time, I don't think the solution is marriage! Marriage might be part of the solution, but it's really the need to be understood, cared for, loved, to belong to someone - that is what's causing this discomfort or uneasiness. And somehow I feel like this post is going to make things more difficult for me, because it's so awkward for a girl to say things like this. Or maybe I'm just an ignorant nut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;If you read every word to the end of this post, I love you for it. Thanks for caring enough to want to know what I have to say.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Once again, please don't pity me for this rant of mine or go out of your way to make things easy on me. Continue being yourself but please don't think less of me when I'm not compatible with you. I know none of you think less of me, but I don't know how else to put it and I feel really bad when I destroy the fun when I don't get something everyone else does - and boy you have no idea about the range of things that can apply to.&lt;br /&gt;Note: I'm talking about good, clean fun here, don't give too much exercise to your imagination. I'm just too tired to type it all out to give examples or explain what I'm talking&amp;nbsp; about here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8702942536352129635-2399876947448352241?l=beulab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beulab.blogspot.com/feeds/2399876947448352241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8702942536352129635&amp;postID=2399876947448352241' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8702942536352129635/posts/default/2399876947448352241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8702942536352129635/posts/default/2399876947448352241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beulab.blogspot.com/2011/01/normal-0-false-false-false-en-us-x-none.html' title=''/><author><name>Beula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03855787477796566122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SNlCRLkgdng/Th0nfqit-zI/AAAAAAAAAOM/4gixgHkm_iM/s220/ibf%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8702942536352129635.post-1230660681320779750</id><published>2010-11-28T21:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T21:43:57.378-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"How does she know you love her?" - Enchanted</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSWycEGkqISODUuunuaxshKn3X6ZvCGerj9p31G9QC83QdlOWgK" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSWycEGkqISODUuunuaxshKn3X6ZvCGerj9p31G9QC83QdlOWgK" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over thanksgiving break, a good friend of mine mentioned how it scared her to get married because of examples she'd seen in real life of couples that were great before they got married and then things changed after they were married. Instantly I thought of how God knows everything and won't let anything happen to us that we can't take and also His promise that all things happen for good to those who love Him (Romans 8) and said "Oh God won't let that happen..." or something to that effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, I thought about it and it kept bothering me in a way it never had before. Even if it's an arranged marriage, people put on their best when a proposal is considered, but what after that? If it's not an arranged marriage, then it's going to be pretty much the same thing. It's not like we get extra censors if we found a person who we think loves us and we love them. How do you know he truly loves you? I'm really looking for answers/wisdom/thoughts here, and I guess, a source for brainstorming - sort of, to kind of help me decide what my stand would be. Help me think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe there's equal likelihood of changes revealed after marriage and the issue of not being real before getting married in case of an arranged as well as a love marriage. There are things that are hidden before marriage, that come out only after. How well do you get to know a person before you decide he's (or she's) the person you'd consider or would like to marry? I pretty much know the arranged marriage side of this because I've grown up around those answers all my life (that is to say, "well, you can't really get to know anyone enough, you know"? Which is true but I feel like that's an excuse to brush off discomfort out of not knowing what to say, it's not really an answer to the question. I really wanna know the other side though, married folks maybe?). Thoughts please... I don't mean to discourage you from commenting on this, no matter what they are and no matter who you are. I just wanted you all to know where I was coming from. So, if you do have thoughts, please let me know.... Thank you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8702942536352129635-1230660681320779750?l=beulab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beulab.blogspot.com/feeds/1230660681320779750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8702942536352129635&amp;postID=1230660681320779750' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8702942536352129635/posts/default/1230660681320779750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8702942536352129635/posts/default/1230660681320779750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beulab.blogspot.com/2010/11/how-does-she-know-you-love-her.html' title='&quot;How does she know you love her?&quot; - Enchanted'/><author><name>Beula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03855787477796566122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SNlCRLkgdng/Th0nfqit-zI/AAAAAAAAAOM/4gixgHkm_iM/s220/ibf%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8702942536352129635.post-1503043774348621828</id><published>2010-11-02T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T07:01:12.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CDFR 2000 class (Child Development and Family Relations)</title><content type='html'>I was required to do this for my CDFR class called Childhood Psychology, this class is specifically for conception to age 6. This assignment was from the website &lt;a href="http://www.keirsey.com/"&gt;www.keirsey.com&lt;/a&gt;, on which I took the KTS-II, the Keirsey Temperament Sorter. Anyhoo, this was the result I got. I'm an Idealist. I thought it was very close to who I am, but here's the explanation of how I'm an idealist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" style="width: 664px;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: justify;" valign="top" width="464"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Idealists&lt;/b&gt;,  as a temperament,       are passionately concerned with personal growth  and development. Idealists strive to discover       who they are and  how they can become their best possible self -- always this quest for  self-knowledge       and self-improvement drives their imagination. And  they want to help others make the journey.       Idealists are naturally  drawn to working with people, and whether in education or counseling,        in social services or personnel work, in journalism or the  ministry, they are gifted at helping       others find their way in  life, often inspiring them to grow as individuals and to fulfill their        potentials.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Idealists are sure that friendly cooperation is the        best way for people to achieve their goals. Conflict and  confrontation upset them because they       seem to put up angry  barriers between people. Idealists dream of creating harmonious, even  caring       personal relations, and they have a unique talent for  helping people get along with each other and       work together for the  good of all. Such interpersonal harmony might be a romantic ideal, but  then       Idealists are incurable romantics who prefer to focus on what  might be, rather than what is. The       real, practical world is only a  starting place for Idealists; they believe that life is filled with        possibilities waiting to be realized, rich with meanings calling out  to be understood. This idea       of a mystical or spiritual dimension  to life, the "not visible" or the "not yet" that can only be       known  through intuition or by a leap of faith, is far more important to  Idealists than the world       of material things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Highly ethical in their  actions, Idealists hold       themselves to a strict standard of  personal integrity. They must be true to themselves and to       others,  and they can be quite hard on themselves when they are dishonest, or  when they are false       or insincere. More often, however, Idealists  are the very soul of kindness. Particularly in their       personal  relationships, Idealists are without question filled with love and good  will. They believe       in giving of themselves to help others; they  cherish a few warm, sensitive friendships; they strive       for a  special rapport with their children; and in marriage they wish to find a  "soulmate," someone       with whom they can bond emotionally and  spiritually, sharing their deepest feelings and their complex        inner worlds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Idealists are relatively rare, making up no more than       15 to  20 percent of the population. But their ability to inspire people with  their enthusiasm and       their idealism has given them influence far  beyond their numbers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Idealists                     at Work&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idealists, as a temperament, are passionately concerned       with  personal growth and development.  They are naturally drawn to working  with people and are gifted       with helping others find their way in  life, often inspiring them to grow as individuals and to fulfill        their potential both on, and off, the job.                    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Your  beliefs are the arbiter       of your actions, even if you cannot  articulate those beliefs specifically.       You hold a strong, clear  sense of the way the universe works, what's       "right" and what's  "wrong," and what your purpose is in the overall       scheme of things.  In your ideal job, you can embody those beliefs in       your  relationships with other people.  Because you likely have a talent        for de-escalating situations and can almost always find just the "right        words", you often significantly improve the morale of  organizations to       which you belong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top" width="200"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table style="width: 664px;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8702942536352129635-1503043774348621828?l=beulab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beulab.blogspot.com/feeds/1503043774348621828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8702942536352129635&amp;postID=1503043774348621828' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8702942536352129635/posts/default/1503043774348621828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8702942536352129635/posts/default/1503043774348621828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beulab.blogspot.com/2010/11/cdfr-2000-class-child-development-and.html' title='CDFR 2000 class (Child Development and Family Relations)'/><author><name>Beula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03855787477796566122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SNlCRLkgdng/Th0nfqit-zI/AAAAAAAAAOM/4gixgHkm_iM/s220/ibf%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8702942536352129635.post-5083747720847032735</id><published>2010-10-31T23:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T23:12:30.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loving people</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://iwitness2u.com/images/59img.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://iwitness2u.com/images/59img.bmp" width="246" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;How do you get to know someone deeply, whether it is family, friends, or a romantic relationship, in such a way that you know what their every action, look, and movement means? Just love them! Watch their every move, love them, and care for them. They may not notice, but they will soon. It is kinda hard not to notice when someone showers you with love (and that's what you need to do, &lt;b&gt;shower them with love&lt;/b&gt;), because when you do that, he or she will see that you love them and care about them and they'll wonder why. Guess what? God did the exact same thing. He wooed us with His love &lt;b&gt;first&lt;/b&gt;, then waited for us as we gradually fell in love with Him. Part of the reason He did that was so He could show &lt;i&gt;us&lt;/i&gt; that we could love the same way too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should you stop if the people you love take too long to recognize your love? Nope. Keep loving them. If they end up never recognizing your love, that's okay, you don't have to have them love you back for you to continue loving them. Love them anyway. They will love you back some day if they don't already. Love them the way God loves you - love patiently, and kindly, without being envious, proud, boastful, rude, selfish, easily angered and the rest of the characteristics that come with these (I Corinthians 13:4-8). Don't just preach it. Practice it! Pray that God will help you remember those characteristics when you're around people. Truly desire to love people that way. Stop thinking about how they don't love you back. Stop thinking about being hurt if they don't love you back because those things don't matter in the end. Ultimately, all that matters is that God thinks the world of you. He loves you - ardently, so much that He gave up His own life for you, while you (that's me too) still kept hurting Him all the time. Think of God as a real Person, not as someone who is somewhere in the sky, far away, where He doesn't relate to you as a person, because He is a real Person, and He hears us and wants to talk to us if we will listen. Often, it takes loving people the way God loves us, for us to understand, not the extent of His love, just the fact that the extent is so infinite that we can't imagine it (try and imagine that). He yearns for our love, which is not worth any of the love He gives us, but He still values our love and wants us as we are. What a wonderful God to serve!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, coming back to my point of this post, keep spreading that love, people! Show others how much God has loved you if you know of His love and have made it your own. Show them the effect of God's love in your life, but be real about it. Don't think one thing in your head and tell others another. Because people see right through it. Believe and practice what you say, people will see the reality in it, no matter how much you learn from other people, nothing beats personal experience. I hope you understand what I'm trying to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, focus on Christ people, and go and love! (BIG HEART) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loads of love,&lt;br /&gt;-Beula&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8702942536352129635-5083747720847032735?l=beulab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beulab.blogspot.com/feeds/5083747720847032735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8702942536352129635&amp;postID=5083747720847032735' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8702942536352129635/posts/default/5083747720847032735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8702942536352129635/posts/default/5083747720847032735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beulab.blogspot.com/2010/10/loving-people.html' title='Loving people'/><author><name>Beula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03855787477796566122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SNlCRLkgdng/Th0nfqit-zI/AAAAAAAAAOM/4gixgHkm_iM/s220/ibf%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8702942536352129635.post-77986104712939391</id><published>2010-10-14T04:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T07:03:38.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just because I felt like blogging... and I wanted to vent.</title><content type='html'>One sentence can have so much of an effect on you even if it wasn't meant specifically for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people make it hard for us not to love them. Others make it hard for us to love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donated blood yesterday and didn't feel very good later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't have a very good appetite yesterday afternoon. Felt good about giving blood but felt tired and weary emotionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to bed at about 10:30ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept soon after I shed some jewels, precious liquid ones, on my pillow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 6:45 am this morning. Feel refreshed now. It's 7:18 am and I have an 8 am class - childhood psychology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish some things would be read only by certain people and not by others. But they're never read by people&amp;nbsp; I wished would read and taken in the right sense. Those who follow my blog, thank you! I really appreciate it. However, I'm talking about things I put up on the Internet in general and the reasons for which I put them up, and how sometimes things are intended for some people and those people never end up reading it. Why am I even saying this to you guys? Wow! I must sound very depressed, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna draw closer to God than I am right now... I wanna be the girl that used to love Him more than anything and anyone else because she didn't have anyone else that loved her like Him and she realized, recognized, and responded to that love and gave it back. She's no longer that passionate. And I'd be willing to do anything to go back to that point where I can talk freely to Him and be at peace about where I am right now instead of feel dissatisfied and going back and forth instead of being consistent in keeping up my relationship with Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am dissatisfied with a couple things in my life, but I am also content with where I am right now, if that makes any sense at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna say "I love you" without being too ashamed or afraid to say it, and mean it with all my heart, to someone I love dearly. Please don't judge me for this. I cannot take it. I'm weary of being judged all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, but never the least, please pray for me. I'm literally hanging by a string in my spiritual life because of my circumstances. Pray that I will not focus on my circumstances but on the One that holds me in His hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time: 7:34am. Going to class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edited for grammar and clarity at 10:03 am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8702942536352129635-77986104712939391?l=beulab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beulab.blogspot.com/feeds/77986104712939391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8702942536352129635&amp;postID=77986104712939391' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8702942536352129635/posts/default/77986104712939391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8702942536352129635/posts/default/77986104712939391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beulab.blogspot.com/2010/10/just-because-i-felt-like-blogging-and-i.html' title='Just because I felt like blogging... and I wanted to vent.'/><author><name>Beula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03855787477796566122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SNlCRLkgdng/Th0nfqit-zI/AAAAAAAAAOM/4gixgHkm_iM/s220/ibf%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8702942536352129635.post-4497412288068761529</id><published>2010-10-03T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T14:28:06.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I dreamed this afternoon that I got a packet in the mail and I opened it and it was an acceptance letter saying I got into the nursing school at ECU. I woke up thinking I wanted to hug everyone that crossed my path (lol, I totally would not do that) but I remembered dreaming I was so happy I didn't know what to do. I actually had a hard time remembering if I really had gotten the letter and couldn't remember what day of the week it was or anything that would help me determine if it was a dream I'd just had or it had really happened before I fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lately been very anxious and fearing the consequences of not getting into nursing school, because I don't want to have to tell my parents that I didn't get in. I don't want another chance at disappointment. I don't have the strength for it anymore. Would you please pray for me if you haven't already? And if you have, thank you! I want you to know that I appreciate it and that it matters that you prayed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to share this with people who might actually read this instead of in a book that no one but me is gonna read. Have a great next week! : ) &amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8702942536352129635-4497412288068761529?l=beulab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beulab.blogspot.com/feeds/4497412288068761529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8702942536352129635&amp;postID=4497412288068761529' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8702942536352129635/posts/default/4497412288068761529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8702942536352129635/posts/default/4497412288068761529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beulab.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-dreamed-this-afternoon-that-i-got.html' title=''/><author><name>Beula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03855787477796566122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SNlCRLkgdng/Th0nfqit-zI/AAAAAAAAAOM/4gixgHkm_iM/s220/ibf%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8702942536352129635.post-7726507661834707554</id><published>2010-09-19T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T22:06:11.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Contra dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/c/c3/Peterborough_contra_dance_November_2007_90739.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/c/c3/Peterborough_contra_dance_November_2007_90739.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first time contra dancing. First of all, let me admit that I've never danced and have been raised to believe that dancing is wrong and causes others to sin. Period. I, however, NOT because I came to the US, but because I have seen several good instances of dancing in the Bible BEFORE I came to the US, don't think that all forms of dance are wrong. I, in fact, have secretly admired some of my friends who could dance since grade school, have not seen anything wrong with dancing as long as they moves are not suggestive and have always wondered why dance was completely considered taboo, although I was taught by my parents that we do not dance. Anyhoo, fast forward to about a week ago, my friend is a dance person and goes to a lot of different dances, decent ones, and she invited me and my other friend to a contra dance. We were supposed to go for one dance Friday night and another one on Saturday night. If you've ever taken an exercise class of some sort in college, or aerobics for beginners (I have), then you'll understand what I mean when I say it's basically an exercise workout, just a little more fancy. I am SO glad I went Friday night (couldn't go Saturday night because I had other stuff for then and Sunday morning). I absolutely LOVED it the night that I was able to go!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, moving on to what we actually did Friday night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got there late for the 1/2 an hour class during which, the caller (who walks us through the steps we'd be doing to the upcoming song and then calls out each step as we do the actual dance too) taught the basic steps/moves of contra dance for first timers. But when we got there, Becca my friend who took us to the dance, introduced me and Dani to two of her guy friends and asked them to be our first dance partners because they knew what they were doing and they'd be able to help us along and teach us as the dance was on. Two important details to get a picture of the dance in your head. The music is a lot like country music and there are lots of men and women dancing in rows mostly, sometimes in concentric circles, at the same time to the same steps that the caller calls out (women do certain steps and the men do the complimentary steps).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically, everyone has a partner and a neighbor and the lady is always on the right and the gentleman is always on the left. And we first start in pairs, and sometimes face another couple. So if we were standing in the shape of a square, there'd be a gentleman on either side of me, one would be my partner, the other my neighbor. Same for the men, there'd be a lady on either side of him, one his partner and the other his neighbor. You always start a dance with your patner. My first dance partner Jeb was amazing. Most of the steps were pretty simple. With the steps that were hard for me to follow, Jeb would just move me around himself. lol. I just had to let myself go. It was pretty amazing and a lot of fun! =D The band consisted of at least one violin, a flute, and a piano. I know there was one more instrument but I don't think I noticed because I was too busy trying to figure out how to dance. But they were SO good!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second dance I danced with Becca's sister (she decided to be a man for that dance, because that night, there were more women than men, sometimes it's somewhat equal ratio, and other times more men than women). It was fun with Deborah, but she's quite a bit shorter than I am, so it was kinda hard for her to have fun while doing her man steps as well as help me move along to the steps being called out, while not messing up other people's dance moves by messing up mine/ours. Oh, one thing I forgot to mention was that, your partner stays the same pretty much throughout the dance, but your neighbor keeps changing. So you end up dancing with almost every guy that's in your line. Many of those men were very good about dancing with people like me. Strong and confident, being good examples, and being VERY encouraging, telling me that I was doing very well, as were each of my partners, although I quite frankly, didn't think I was doing THAT well. lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My third dance I took a break and didn't dance with anyone. Fourth song I danced with another of Becca's friends, who was an older man (I didn't ask his name). He was pretty good too about keeping the dance going even though I was not as good as any of them. Let me insert a bit of self-praise here - I felt like I wasn't doing that bad for a first timer coz I was actually enjoying it and felt like I was able to get a lot of the steps pretty fast, but that was at the beginning of the evening. Then I think I stayed out for one more dance and then a girl, Courtney, that was, I later noticed, a very graceful dancer, offered to be my "man" partner for the next dance while I was watching the then going on dance. But as soon as that dance was over, my friend Michael, came and asked if I wanted to dance. I told him I already had a partner for the next dance. So Courtney and I danced and that turned out to be a lot of fun too! I later found out Becca had asked him to dance with me and Dani because we had met him at school and was the one person we already knew before. And he did! She takes good care of us! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I don't remember clearly but I danced only one more official dance for the rest of the evening when another first timer, Alex from UNC, asked if I wanted to dance. I didn't think it was a good idea, because we were both first timers, but I really wanted to dance, and so I did! And that sequence of steps which involved "the haye" (I think that's how it's spelt, not sure though) just happened to be the hardest of all the dances we'd done that evening. haha! We messed up in the middle of the dance and got back in the flow a little after that. But we both had fun and he was doing pretty good for a first timer too! And then at the end, Michael came up again, because he'd gotten a chance to dance with Dani and not with me, if I wanted to waltz because after all the dances were over, the band/musicians were playing ballroom kind of music and several couples were dancing around the room. (Background info: I've always wanted to know how to do the ballroom dance so I can dance with my husband in the future haha, so I was thrilled when Michael made that suggestion). So Michael and I waltzed while Becca and Dani waltzed too! It was amazing! lol. He kinda gave an outline as to the basic things as to how to move and how to face your partner and stuff. After that Becca and I waltzed too, with a different kind of stepping than Michael showed me, but honestly, I felt like Becca's was a teeny bit harder. haha. And then Becca did a polkadancing "prance" with me, which is done in the ballroom position but faster and more crazy like haha. THAT was way too much fun for me... =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed out loud a LOT during those three hours! And I'm glad I could do that. I don't get to do that a lot. It lets you out as you are, instead of you having to hold back as though you are not entitled to "too much" happiness, and I think that kind of a refreshment is needed once in a while, not too often though, because then it loses its value.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: This post, if read by many of my people, considering that I don't live among a lot of my people anymore (if you're reading this, you probably know who you are), is probably gonna be looked at as a "scandal" in an exaggerated form, so I wanna say this - I don't really think it matters that much to me what people think as long as I know my heart is pure and as long as I know that my God knows my heart, because that's all that matters to me. God has worked in my life, throughout my life, not just after I came the US, and has made me to be the person I am today by bringing different people into my life and putting me in various situations and bringing me through, and you're probably one of those people too if I've interacted with you. So just be thankful that I still love the Lord Jesus Christ and am following Him and then (sorry, but I feel the necessity to put it this way because this has &lt;b&gt;indirectly&lt;/b&gt; affected mine and my family's life a lot, in the past, just because of the way people pry into the lives of people whose business they have no business minding) - with all due respect, please... mind your own business...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, also this previous paragraph are only &lt;b&gt;my&lt;/b&gt; thoughts that the &lt;b&gt;Lord&lt;/b&gt; has put in my heart, &lt;b&gt;not&lt;/b&gt; my parents. They have done their job well, of bringing me up the way they knew best and I love and respect them for it. If you have something to say about this post, please let me know directly. Written with lots of love in my heart, for the sake of my Lord Jesus, for all of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8702942536352129635-7726507661834707554?l=beulab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beulab.blogspot.com/feeds/7726507661834707554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8702942536352129635&amp;postID=7726507661834707554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8702942536352129635/posts/default/7726507661834707554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8702942536352129635/posts/default/7726507661834707554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beulab.blogspot.com/2010/09/contra-dance.html' title='Contra dance'/><author><name>Beula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03855787477796566122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SNlCRLkgdng/Th0nfqit-zI/AAAAAAAAAOM/4gixgHkm_iM/s220/ibf%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8702942536352129635.post-6708109463677696219</id><published>2010-08-30T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T22:33:17.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't feel like putting a picture or a title specifically for this one</title><content type='html'>It's so good to see my close friends happy with the relationships that they're in. I was really very happy for them, but it wasn't long before the thoughts came automatically back to reflecting on myself. "Am I not good enough? What am I doing wrong? What do I need to do to be better (more marketable... I know that's a terrible way to put it, but I couldn't think of a better way haha)". Then again, what a selfish way to think, as in not being satisfied with where I am right now... Yet again, isn't this how God made me - to want someone to call my own? He's the one that said "It is not good for man to be alone" and that the woman's "desire will be for her husband"? How then can it be a bad thing to think about my future husband? I wonder, oh so many times, how long it will be before I can call that someone my own. It's true that God is the lover of my soul and I cannot tell you how thankful I am for that, but I also think it is true that God Himself put the longing for a man in my life, in my heart, long before I ever understood that longing myself. Granted that God put that desire there, there's nothing wrong with the desire to get married or wanting to have a special someone! Why then, in my culture, is it so wrong to think about the man I want to marry or put time into thinking about what kind of a man I'd like long before it's time to get married, when it isn't wrong to spend hours applying to universities or more than half a day studying? Just because I think about who I'd like to marry, it's not necessary that I'm lusting... Neither does it mean that I want to get married right NOW...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I spend time planning and thinking about every other aspect of my life except marriage until "God brings someone at the right time", just because I was raised Indian? Where does God play a role in my life when it comes to learning to deal with your own desires according to God's will and submitting to God rather than denying that they exist? Is God's plan only dependent on what our parents think? Should parents not talk about, think through, and discuss with their children what is the right way? Shouldn't parents be involved in their children's life instead of making decisions for them? In other words, shouldn't children be making decisions, but parents be there through the thinking process and be their friend and patient guide while children arrive at the decision themselves instead of being judged BEFORE or AFTER the children have made the decision. Parents are in this world to guide their children and help them become adults, not help them remain kids as long as the kids are in front of them. Parenting is a maturing process for both parents and children, which means, the rules and principles by which everything happens in the house needs to mature as the children mature, not stay the same whether the kid is 10, 20, 40, or 60. That's the difference between parents and care providers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents should be the guides that no one else can be. I can tell just with typing out this much how hard parenting must be, but then what in this world isn't hard? We choose to sin and that's why it's hard to go through life. If we just gave it all to God instead of working at it all by ourselves and seeking His help only when we got in trouble, it probably wouldn't be so hard in the first place, because we'd know He's got it all under control and that His grace is sufficient for us. Anyhow, bottom line - I'd like to be the parent that God wants me to be, not to please my kids but to please God while loving my kids unconditionally.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8702942536352129635-6708109463677696219?l=beulab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beulab.blogspot.com/feeds/6708109463677696219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8702942536352129635&amp;postID=6708109463677696219' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8702942536352129635/posts/default/6708109463677696219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8702942536352129635/posts/default/6708109463677696219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beulab.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-dont-feel-like-putting-picture-or.html' title='I don&apos;t feel like putting a picture or a title specifically for this one'/><author><name>Beula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03855787477796566122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SNlCRLkgdng/Th0nfqit-zI/AAAAAAAAAOM/4gixgHkm_iM/s220/ibf%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8702942536352129635.post-8544625100981250622</id><published>2010-08-25T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T20:04:50.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's on my mind right now?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_U_YMvKrzcV4/SglF_Rin1cI/AAAAAAAAAnA/fJZDXLIds9k/wedding-gowns.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_U_YMvKrzcV4/SglF_Rin1cI/AAAAAAAAAnA/fJZDXLIds9k/wedding-gowns.jpg" width="235" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my short term dream as of now... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.commonfloor.com/images/slides/happy-family.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://www.commonfloor.com/images/slides/happy-family.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I'd like my family to be happy and joyful from the heart and not just on the outside... but that's what I want... is that what God thinks though?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://diplomaguide.com/cimages/multimages/51/college_graduates.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="209" src="http://diplomaguide.com/cimages/multimages/51/college_graduates.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something I'd like to achieve in about 2 years from now. I know it seems like I'm ordering God about this rather than being open to His will, but this is only a desire and I so hope it comes true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images2.fanpop.com/image/photos/9900000/princess-tiana-prince-naveen-princess-frog-the-princess-and-the-frog-9987343-1280-800.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://images2.fanpop.com/image/photos/9900000/princess-tiana-prince-naveen-princess-frog-the-princess-and-the-frog-9987343-1280-800.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally... but not the least of these, I think often of the one person that I'll be convinced that he's the man God wants for me and about when this secret will be revealed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These pictures are only a representation of the real thing, not exact. Thanks for taking the time to take a peek into my life. I pray that you'll be encouraged or that you'll remember me in prayer. God bless...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8702942536352129635-8544625100981250622?l=beulab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beulab.blogspot.com/feeds/8544625100981250622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8702942536352129635&amp;postID=8544625100981250622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8702942536352129635/posts/default/8544625100981250622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8702942536352129635/posts/default/8544625100981250622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beulab.blogspot.com/2010/08/whats-on-my-mind-right-now.html' title='What&apos;s on my mind right now?'/><author><name>Beula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03855787477796566122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SNlCRLkgdng/Th0nfqit-zI/AAAAAAAAAOM/4gixgHkm_iM/s220/ibf%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_U_YMvKrzcV4/SglF_Rin1cI/AAAAAAAAAnA/fJZDXLIds9k/s72-c/wedding-gowns.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8702942536352129635.post-3276893642086095992</id><published>2010-08-21T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T12:39:51.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Music... =)</title><content type='html'>So, I've moved into my dorm room. My roommate dropped in this morning, and isn't coming back until Tuesday! Skipped breakfast and went to lunch. Ate with Eddie, Savannah, Ashley, and Nathan from Crusade and Ruth, who's a new freshman here. There's gonna be a Crusade cookout tomorrow at 5:30 at Elm's Park according to the latest update. I was gonna go to help people move into Belk from 2:30 to 5:30 today and it's 2:31, but I'm not feeling very good right now, emotionally and physically, and so decided not to go. Lame, I know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking forward to this semester as a whole. If you ask me why, I don't know. All I know is, I'm glad to be in this place that God has put me in and I hope to grow to love Him more (and obey Him). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to MD the first part of this week for BUCKIT week (Bible University Christian Knowledge Intensive Training, for those who don't know what it is). Although I could only go up for the first half, it was worth it. We learned about how the Bible came to be as we read it today and why it is reliable as the Word of God and as true as it is. We studied the Book of Matthew headed by Andrew Wilson from Australia. The other thing I really loved about Buckit week was the singing. Young people can sing!! After coming to ECU though, I've seen so many people that consider singing hymns as something so uncool, from what I can tell! I personally think it's the coolest kind of singing, and I can't see why anyone would think otherwise! You would think so too if you could hear the singing at BUCKIT! It was beautiful! Hearing all the mixes of major and minor notes and altos, bases, and tenors and sopranos... singing "Oh the deep, deep love of Jesus, vast, unmeasured, boundless, free, rolling as a mighty ocean in its fullness over me, Underneath me, all around me, is the current of Thy love, leading onward, leading homeward, to my glorious rest above" was simply AMAZING!! If we can sing this beautifully here on earth, I wonder what it'll sound like when we're in heaven, when all of us will be perfect and nothing will sound bad to the tiniest extent of "bad". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, I'm writing this as though you can hear the singing as I type. People, I understand that many of you grew up listening to hymns and don't have a very positive outlook on that kind of music probably because it was forced on you, but look at it for the good music that it is and appreciate it for its beauty instead of criticizing it for its negative connotations. I love contemporary music but that doesn't make traditional music any less beautiful. I love singing alto, for this song and for the song "Alone, yes all alone my Savior died for me". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch this video:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9hzYKovRsJ8"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9hzYKovRsJ8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9hzYKovRsJ8"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now imagine that same song with 30 people singing 4 different parts (good voices!), no music, only voices. That's what I was listening to and singing with for 3 days several times a day at BUCKIT week. We were singing for God, and I hope He was proud of us wanting to please Him with our voices and hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It felt good typing all that out. I feel renewed and refreshed. lol. Great semester ahead! I have so much to blog about the last 4 months or so. Not enough time to, though. Will try to, as and when I'm able if I think there's something worth reading. =) Latah!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8702942536352129635-3276893642086095992?l=beulab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beulab.blogspot.com/feeds/3276893642086095992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8702942536352129635&amp;postID=3276893642086095992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8702942536352129635/posts/default/3276893642086095992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8702942536352129635/posts/default/3276893642086095992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beulab.blogspot.com/2010/08/music.html' title='Music... =)'/><author><name>Beula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03855787477796566122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SNlCRLkgdng/Th0nfqit-zI/AAAAAAAAAOM/4gixgHkm_iM/s220/ibf%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8702942536352129635.post-2411801143194527539</id><published>2010-07-31T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T14:14:39.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to talk to God about me</title><content type='html'>Would you please pray for me as I go through certain tough decisions right now? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to know how to deal with the people in my life - those closest to my heart...  Several times each day I face dilemmas and I don't know who to turn to for comfort and reassurance that one day all this will pass. I pray, and God gives me strength to do what is right but when it comes to dealing with people that I interact with every day and accepting them as they are, that's where things become really difficult for me. This results from me feeling like I'm not accepted as I am, I feel like I have to achieve great things in order to be valued just as I am. So pray that God will grant me strength and grace to be vulnerable and/or draw the line in such situations and so I will know exactly He would want me to do in times like these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have career decisions to make. I'm applying to nursing school this semester. I can't wait to get in!!! I've wanted to be a nurse (like my mom) for a long time now. And I don't know what I'd do if I didn't get in. I trust this is really the direction the Lord wants me to go. I've prayed about about it and know this is what the Lord wants for me. However, I have to have a backup plan and every nursing school's requirements are different from others. Applying to several schools would just mean more time staying in school, if I don't get into ECU-SON and get into some other place. I've been in school (college) 6 years now and am finally getting close to getting done with school with something that I love to do - care for people. It's hard for my parents watch me struggle to get a degree this way, not in terms of difficulty getting in but just with how many changes I've had to go through and how long it's taking me to get an undergraduate. They support me well but I'm sure it can get frustrating and very discouraging for parents to watch their child go through this and them not being able to do much to change it or make it better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray... there's so much more I could give you details of so you could get a clearer picture but my posts are long enough as it is. If you want to know something more (specifically), please feel free to post a question in the comments section, only if you will take the information you find here to the Lord in prayer. Thank you for praying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely and with loads of love in Christ,&lt;br /&gt;Beula&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8702942536352129635-2411801143194527539?l=beulab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beulab.blogspot.com/feeds/2411801143194527539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8702942536352129635&amp;postID=2411801143194527539' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8702942536352129635/posts/default/2411801143194527539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8702942536352129635/posts/default/2411801143194527539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beulab.blogspot.com/2010/07/something-to-talk-to-god-about-me.html' title='Something to talk to God about me'/><author><name>Beula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03855787477796566122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SNlCRLkgdng/Th0nfqit-zI/AAAAAAAAAOM/4gixgHkm_iM/s220/ibf%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8702942536352129635.post-3600499469615577004</id><published>2010-07-28T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T21:39:40.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God's will</title><content type='html'>This is something that I know every Christian wants to know about. But I want to know what you all think. How do you know what God's will is in your life about something specific? Can you know for sure? How do you differentiate between what you want and what God wants down to details? I'd like different viewpoints on this, which is why I'm not telling you my own thoughts in order to keep the feedback unbiased.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8702942536352129635-3600499469615577004?l=beulab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beulab.blogspot.com/feeds/3600499469615577004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8702942536352129635&amp;postID=3600499469615577004' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8702942536352129635/posts/default/3600499469615577004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8702942536352129635/posts/default/3600499469615577004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beulab.blogspot.com/2010/07/gods-will.html' title='God&apos;s will'/><author><name>Beula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03855787477796566122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SNlCRLkgdng/Th0nfqit-zI/AAAAAAAAAOM/4gixgHkm_iM/s220/ibf%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8702942536352129635.post-7953256338597990963</id><published>2010-06-27T12:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T14:21:04.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And they lived happily ever after!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.exoduspodcasts.com/Audio/CDImages/Thumbnails/heaven.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 334px;" src="http://www.exoduspodcasts.com/Audio/CDImages/Thumbnails/heaven.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's heaven like? Do we think of heaven as a place where we can't enjoy anymore once our time on earth is up? Someplace we think of when we've eaten something that tastes great and think, "Oh the Lord can come to take me away now that I've eaten this"? Someplace we don't wanna go to until we've had some of our biggest wishes and/or dreams fulfilled on earth because once we get to heaven we're not gonna be able to do those things? No friend!! Heaven isn't a place that we're gonna have to bear or put up with... it's a BEAUTIFUL place! You know why it will be beautiful? Not because it's got angels flying around playing harps all the time, but because God's gonna be there! Do you realize what that means? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wished there were no sorrow, crying, or pain in this world at any point in your life? If you have, it's a very valid thought to have, because God made you and me to be with Him and to have a relationship with Him. So it's perfectly fine for you to wish there could be peace, harmony, and joy and all the things that everyone wishes for (unless you don't wish for it out of pure bitterness for things you might have been through in the past). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda like when you're in love. When you're in love, all you really wanna do is spend time with the person you're in love with, right? The same way, God is the only One you're gonna want to be around because He's the MOST AWESOME Person you have known, or ever will know!!! (How do I know that? The Bible tells me about Him, and boy am I glad it does!) Can you grasp the depth of what I'm talking about here? If you truly love God, it's most likely because you've accepted His act of love for you (Jesus' payment on the cross for your sin) and because you've made it your own. And if you love God, you'll want to spend every waking moment with Him or thinking about Him. And finally, if you love God, you'll want to spend the rest of eternity with Him. You know what? I'm so thankful that God created marriage, because marriage is the perfect example of what we will witness in the future when Christ comes back to claim His bride, the Church, and make her His and we're gonna live happily every after! You will too, if you trust that Christ alone can get you to heaven (Acts 4:10-13 and Romans 10:9).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe me guys, you won't wanna miss it. Don't put off making that decision, don't tell yourself that you've still got more "living" to do in this world before you can "get right with God". The world isn't worth holding onto, but Christ is!! God loves you, my friend. Make that love your own, accept His offer to be a part of your life. Get hold of a Bible and find out about a love story that can be yours. God loves you!!! Can you believe that? I still can't believe how He can love me despite myself and I've been a Christian for almost 12 years now, but I do believe it and I sure am glad and thankful for His love! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img54.imageshack.us/img54/673/cinders4aq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 362px; height: 473px;" src="http://img54.imageshack.us/img54/673/cinders4aq.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8702942536352129635-7953256338597990963?l=beulab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beulab.blogspot.com/feeds/7953256338597990963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8702942536352129635&amp;postID=7953256338597990963' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8702942536352129635/posts/default/7953256338597990963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8702942536352129635/posts/default/7953256338597990963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beulab.blogspot.com/2010/06/and-they-lived-happily-ever-after.html' title='And they lived happily ever after!'/><author><name>Beula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03855787477796566122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SNlCRLkgdng/Th0nfqit-zI/AAAAAAAAAOM/4gixgHkm_iM/s220/ibf%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8702942536352129635.post-2592807193840052208</id><published>2010-06-15T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T07:45:26.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook fast and new room</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://search.it.online.fr/covers/wp-content/jeongmee-yoon-the-pink-blue-project-seowoo-and-her-pink-things-2006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://search.it.online.fr/covers/wp-content/jeongmee-yoon-the-pink-blue-project-seowoo-and-her-pink-things-2006.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been off facebook since Saturday night and I will continue to stay off until Friday/Saturday. I need the break. Found it hard the last two days but it's getting easier now. Driving at not being so intent on being updated on every single thing I'd like to know about friends on facebook. Meanwhile, busy doing last packing for moving into the new house (in Durham itself), probably moving tomorrow or the day after. Will make it easier to keep off facebook. Looking forward to the rest of summer from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOOOHHH!!! And did I tell you what color my room's gonna be painted? The color's called "rosebay" but it's basically a purplish pink! LOVE ITTT!!!! =D My first time having a room all to myself painted my favorit(ish) color (one of my favorite colors is pink). Will post a picture later if I can.... =) I'm sooooooo excited! Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later... &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I wouldn't want as much pink in my room as in the picture above but that's the only agreeable picture I could find suitable for this post... =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8702942536352129635-2592807193840052208?l=beulab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beulab.blogspot.com/feeds/2592807193840052208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8702942536352129635&amp;postID=2592807193840052208' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8702942536352129635/posts/default/2592807193840052208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8702942536352129635/posts/default/2592807193840052208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beulab.blogspot.com/2010/06/facebook-fast-and-new-room.html' title='Facebook fast and new room'/><author><name>Beula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03855787477796566122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SNlCRLkgdng/Th0nfqit-zI/AAAAAAAAAOM/4gixgHkm_iM/s220/ibf%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8702942536352129635.post-6146714785400995873</id><published>2010-06-13T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T07:07:42.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cry...</title><content type='html'>I cry... that's what I do when I'm unable to explain what's on my mind. Then again, after reading the book Captivating, I realize like I'm not the only one that does that. It's typical of women to cry when they're hurting but don't know how to put what they're feeling into words. But you know what? I hate that stereotype... I don't like that men expect women to be that way, because when they do that, they look down on women. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truly hope the man I marry will not think that way about me. I've mostly received that kind of reaction in the past when I've cried, but I long to be understood and accepted for that characteristic, not laughed at for something that God put in me and that I'm not ashamed of. I hope my man sees the value of tears for what they are. Now there are exceptional cases of women that cry to get their way, but honestly, I think that's the route a coward chooses. If you have a sincere justification for what you do though, then I'd probably stand up for you. I'd just not stand for destroying the value of tears. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God gave me the gift of tears and I think it's perfectly alright to shed those tears out of a broken spirit (guilt) or an aching heart for the unsaved. Even when you feel truly hurt, if you cry, I don't think it's "weak". My point here is that I think it's wrong to look down on tears. Jesus shed tears when He was in the Garden of Gethsemane while thinking about being separated from God. That time He was thinking about us, but He was also thinking about Himself and what He was going to lose by separating Himself from His Father. That's crying out of a broken heart, and I think that's righteous...! Nothing wrong with it! Also, guess what? I was made in the image of God... and guess what else? He put me together so that I would have a more sensitive heart so i could cry and pray for my children and my man and be their strength that way. I'm happy as I am, my friends. So if you're a girl, then celebrate us women for just being us. If you're a man, then let your woman/future woman be herself and don't look down on her for it. Be proud and thankful that you've married yourself a woman and not a man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/37/84987452_bb8acdb2f8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/37/84987452_bb8acdb2f8.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: I hope I'm not sounding like an independent feminist or something like that, coz I'm not one! I'm just trying to live Christ in every way I can, because I love Him, because He loved and loves me more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8702942536352129635-6146714785400995873?l=beulab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beulab.blogspot.com/feeds/6146714785400995873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8702942536352129635&amp;postID=6146714785400995873' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8702942536352129635/posts/default/6146714785400995873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8702942536352129635/posts/default/6146714785400995873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beulab.blogspot.com/2010/06/cry.html' title='Cry...'/><author><name>Beula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03855787477796566122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SNlCRLkgdng/Th0nfqit-zI/AAAAAAAAAOM/4gixgHkm_iM/s220/ibf%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/37/84987452_bb8acdb2f8_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8702942536352129635.post-3561241191305841510</id><published>2010-06-12T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T16:01:50.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it wrong to ask for a hug for myself?</title><content type='html'>I wanna be mad at God. I want to be angry at Him for letting me have what I asked Him for... because it hurts &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;SO&lt;/span&gt; bad when I realize I'm not ready for something I thought I was ready for. I need a hug so bad right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sarabeth3283.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/hug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://sarabeth3283.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/hug.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8702942536352129635-3561241191305841510?l=beulab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beulab.blogspot.com/feeds/3561241191305841510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8702942536352129635&amp;postID=3561241191305841510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8702942536352129635/posts/default/3561241191305841510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8702942536352129635/posts/default/3561241191305841510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beulab.blogspot.com/2010/06/is-it-wrong-to-ask-for-hug-for-myself.html' title='Is it wrong to ask for a hug for myself?'/><author><name>Beula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03855787477796566122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SNlCRLkgdng/Th0nfqit-zI/AAAAAAAAAOM/4gixgHkm_iM/s220/ibf%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8702942536352129635.post-5344733853129077873</id><published>2010-06-05T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T17:47:49.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Compliments that make me happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://legbone99.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/smile-from-god.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 640px; height: 484px;" src="http://legbone99.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/smile-from-god.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many compliments that I've felt were sincere but these are ones that caught my attention. I felt they were more real, deeper, and just meant a lot to me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Your smile brightened my day/ You have a sweet/beautiful smile.&lt;br /&gt;2. I can be myself around you.&lt;br /&gt;3. I think you're a wise/mature person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like #1 because I know when I do smile, I smile from my heart, even if sometimes I don't feel like smiling, simply because I'm easy to impress... What follows is the fact that I pretty much wear my heart on my sleeve. Other times, all I can do really is smile since I'm not a great talker. So if I smile and I do that best and it brightens somebody's day, it's totally worth it!! I mean, there's a special kind of satisfaction you get when you get to know you've made someone happy. Jesus died on the cross for me even when He knew death was gonna separate Him from His Father, even though it was only for a little while, He'd never been separated from His Father before that and the Bible says Jesus cried out "My God, My God, why have you forsaken Me?" from the cross. Despite this, He chose to literally go through hell for me! That's how much He loved me, and He still does. Can I, who is nothing compared to Jesus, not spread a little joy when I have really nothing to lose if I smiled no matter what I'm really feeling like at that time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like #2 because if people can be themselves around me, that means I've been telling them (directly or indirectly) that they don't need to meet certain standards to be around me... and I love that... I know in the long run, I'll be remembered. That's good enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like #3 because if they think I'm mature/wise, then it shows the person has taken time to study me, cares enough about me to see past all my weaknesses and tell me that I'm not striving to be someone I'm not. That I don't need to follow the world to be considered "cool". To me, that's touching. I might be the wrong idea that I'm getting, but it's just the way I like to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not put up these compliments to praise myself. I have a lot of attributes to work on like patience, compassion, and kindness, especially during this period of my life, and I'm not exactly proud of that fact, to say the least. However, I just wanted to let you know that the people that have given me these compliments, probably without realizing it themselves, have made me more aware of my weaknesses and how much I'm lacking. I am touched though, that they would bring up things like that to encourage me and not bring up the things that can put me down and make me more under-confident of myself. And believe me, I am encouraged! So a big THANK YOU if you're one of those people! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think any of these are untrue, go ahead and tell me that. =) And let me know what you think, if you'd care to. I'd really appreciate it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8702942536352129635-5344733853129077873?l=beulab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beulab.blogspot.com/feeds/5344733853129077873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8702942536352129635&amp;postID=5344733853129077873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8702942536352129635/posts/default/5344733853129077873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8702942536352129635/posts/default/5344733853129077873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beulab.blogspot.com/2010/06/compliments-that-make-me-happy.html' title='Compliments that make me happy'/><author><name>Beula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03855787477796566122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SNlCRLkgdng/Th0nfqit-zI/AAAAAAAAAOM/4gixgHkm_iM/s220/ibf%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8702942536352129635.post-10151450264782314</id><published>2010-05-19T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T19:55:10.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random facts about moi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.friendster-layout.com.au/import/graphics/Charms/just_me.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 362px; height: 280px;" src="http://www.friendster-layout.com.au/import/graphics/Charms/just_me.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thought of putting up this note from facebook that I put together a little over a year ago. Reading it now makes me realize I haven't changed a whole lot since then (which is I think good in a way), except that I could've grown more spiritually, but...). Whatever I have changed are either in parentheses or are sentence structure edits and two of them were about tagging people on facebook which aren't really that important. Anyhow, here they are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;1. The simplest and littlest of things amaze, amuse, or impress me.&lt;br /&gt;2. I can keep a secret (mine or those of ones closest to me) for all my life but find it very difficult to hide my temporary reactions or feelings in response to unexpected or unpredictable events and/or comments that people don't generally respond to.&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm not very good at expressing myself verbally but am much better at expressing myself in writing (mostly because of the way I make it to be). I get more time to think while I'm writing and not so much while I'm talking. I’m okay if it’s spontaneous conversation and comes naturally, not if I have to think about it while in conversation.&lt;br /&gt;4. I love spending time with people who truly love the Lord - nothing like it!&lt;br /&gt;5. It takes a long time for people to get to know me as I am - a very long time! I kinda like that but I kinda not like it more than that. I'm working on reversing this trait of mine but I'm taking my time. :D&lt;br /&gt;6. I can be extremely bold one moment and extremely sensitive (for my own feelings as well as those of others) the very next.&lt;br /&gt;7. It's been about 4 years since I started noticing the lyrics in a song first, and only then the tune/music (5 years now and it still hasn't changed!).&lt;br /&gt;8. There is a fun side to me - which not many people see, but I think that side of me is coming out slowly in different forms as time goes by (This might've changed a little bit depending on who you are and what side of me you saw when you first met me).&lt;br /&gt;9. When I sing a song that I've listened to, I tend to sing the song exactly the way that person sang it, even the voice – it comes naturally! =p&lt;br /&gt;10. I love my family... a LOT!&lt;br /&gt;11. I recently made a big change of career choice (OK, that's old news!).&lt;br /&gt;12. I'm not being more specific about #11 because mentioning it makes life more unnecessarily difficult for me – at least for the time being. I guess just saying that destroys the whole purpose but whatever... (decided not to take this off, because it shows a side of me that's been heavily influenced culturally, and I try to change but don't know if it's right or wrong to be so influenced; and if it's wrong, then I don't know how to make it right).&lt;br /&gt;13. I'd rather be a “fly on the wall" and see what others have to say about me than go on and on about myself this way.&lt;br /&gt;14. My favorite drinking vessel in my house has a picture of a toothless open-mouthed-very-cute-baby with "Haaaa..." written above it, on one side, and "*Translation: Nurses are special" on the other. =) I think that's cute.&lt;br /&gt;15. I was born and lived in North India (Bhilai, MP) for the 1st four years of my life, then went to Muscat, Oman and lived there for the next 14 years of my life, went to South India (Kochi, KL) for 2 years of college, and since then have been in NC, US for two years and running.&lt;br /&gt;16. I believe one chooses to love (if it’s true love – that is the patient, kind, not rude, is not provoked kind of love) rather than falls in love – whether or not that person is someone you choose or one who someone else helps you choose.&lt;br /&gt;17. I can be pretty ruthless while saying something and regret it the very next moment and have a deer-in-the-headlights moment right then and that thought can torture me for the next few months.&lt;br /&gt;18. I love acting crazy and laughing out loud, especially when my mom and sister are with me, that trait comes out in its fuller form. :D&lt;br /&gt;19. I talk better in smaller groups than in bigger ones – more because I like listening more than talking. I think I learn more about the people present then, than when I talk.&lt;br /&gt;20. Nothing more joyful than these three – a) contentment b) watching a sad face turn happy c) watching an infant with no care in the world smile&lt;br /&gt;21. I think I’m a total sambar (a south Indian mixed vegetable spicy curry) of completely opposite characteristics and don’t know whether that’s good or bad.&lt;br /&gt;22. I love the Lord my God - Jesus Christ, my personal Lord and Savior, more than anything or anyone else - only because He first loved me when I'm someone who least deserves it – not because I am “wicked” by the standards of the world but because I’m unholy and therefore wicked by the standard of a perfect, righteous, and holy God, when He could have easily, having the power and authority to, with one word made me non-existent if He chose to.&lt;br /&gt;23. If you are not a Christian, (as in not by denomination or born into a family that calls themselves christians but YOU willfully having accepted Jesus as your own Savior and more importantly, Lord), first of all, I hope you’re still reading this =), and secondly, I would sincerely love for you to know that this relationship I have with Him, you can enjoy too to the same extent that, or even more than, I’m enjoying it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might add more... later. =)&lt;br /&gt;I love you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8702942536352129635-10151450264782314?l=beulab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beulab.blogspot.com/feeds/10151450264782314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8702942536352129635&amp;postID=10151450264782314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8702942536352129635/posts/default/10151450264782314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8702942536352129635/posts/default/10151450264782314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beulab.blogspot.com/2010/05/random-facts-about-me-copied-from-my.html' title='Random facts about moi'/><author><name>Beula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03855787477796566122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SNlCRLkgdng/Th0nfqit-zI/AAAAAAAAAOM/4gixgHkm_iM/s220/ibf%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8702942536352129635.post-667454037379811732</id><published>2010-04-28T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T15:00:47.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'>End of semester thoughts... part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.parade.com/images/-v2/healthystyle/slideshows/5-ways-to-think-yourself-thin/think-yourself-thin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 468px;" src="http://www.parade.com/images/-v2/healthystyle/slideshows/5-ways-to-think-yourself-thin/think-yourself-thin.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Now for the remainder of what I learned this semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned grace in my previous post and I learned how valuable grace is to me specifically and in the life of every believer that seeks to follow Christ, only this semester. I definitely don't deserve grace but am exceedingly thankful that I it has been extended to me. You know when you've done something wrong and you deserve to get the consequence of what you've done wrong but instead you are forgiven and not made to undergo the consequences, you've received grace... That's what I got. Intervarsity or IV's main vision is partly to be an "invitational community of grace". This means that when a person has a certain struggle in life and wants to gain victory over that area of their life, IV will through the people that are part of it, help back you up and support and pray for you as you deal with that struggle and either remove it from your life or look at everything from a different perspective making it easier for you to give that struggle up, instead of criticizing that Christian for doing something he or she is not supposed to do, tell them "I'll pray for you" and leave it at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't tell you what that approach meant to me as a Christian who was trying to give up the idol in her life. And I'm so thankful for the strength I have in Christ. When I attempted to give it up before, it's not that Christ wasn't working in me at that time, it's just that I didn't want to let Him work in me. I was trying for it all the time without completely letting Him take care of it. Anyhow, I've given that area of my life completely over to the Lord now and wish and pray that He will bring the right opportunity in my way when He thinks it best for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next thing I'm about to talk about is something I've heard a few times but never actually put into practice. I've known for some time now since last semester that the best way to get something that you love, or consider an idol, out of your mind is to love something else even more. For anyone out there struggling with something, take my word for it. It's the best strategy ever and it works! The more you give yourself time to think about it, the more you fall slave to it. Stop thinking "What do I do to stop doing this or thinking about this?" and instead do something else! Don't give yourself a chance to think about how to stop thinking about it. Just do something else that will keep you busy and thinking about the things you should think about. Wow! =p Just felt like laughing at the way the latter part of that last sentence went. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I have a feeling there are some things I'm missing out of the things I wanted to talk about. If I remember, I will post them. Until then, "think about these things" (Phil 4:8) ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered... just wanted to add something to what I've already mentioned in this post. Talking about loving something more in order to give up something you love so much that your focus gets shifted from where it's supposed to be - on Christ, I just wanted to also say, the best thing to love more is Christ. Shift your focus from what you struggle with and put it on Christ. Devote yourself to loving Him like you would that idol of yours, whatever or whoever it may be. Don't stop to think about it. Just love Him! Get to know Him (read your Bible), spend time talking to Him (pray!), spend time with other people that love Him (get involved in a Bible study, attend church meetings other than on Sunday, get lunch and have good spiritual conversations with Christians that love Jesus), come up with your own ideas... Let me know if you want to talk to me about a struggle you may have. I hope everyone's having a good summer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8702942536352129635-667454037379811732?l=beulab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beulab.blogspot.com/feeds/667454037379811732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8702942536352129635&amp;postID=667454037379811732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8702942536352129635/posts/default/667454037379811732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8702942536352129635/posts/default/667454037379811732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beulab.blogspot.com/2010/04/end-of-semester-thoughts-part-2.html' title='End of semester thoughts... part 2'/><author><name>Beula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03855787477796566122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SNlCRLkgdng/Th0nfqit-zI/AAAAAAAAAOM/4gixgHkm_iM/s220/ibf%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8702942536352129635.post-6192057393971408086</id><published>2010-04-26T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T10:57:47.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>End of semester thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i266.photobucket.com/albums/ii256/Nojaa/Love%20and%20Friendship/friendship2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 354px; height: 400px;" src="http://i266.photobucket.com/albums/ii256/Nojaa/Love%20and%20Friendship/friendship2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nearing the end of this semester... felt like I should put up a post on my thoughts about this semester. First let me tell you about the one thing I consider very important to me - the people I meet and form deep relationships with. I'm generally very reserved, but the ones that do get to know me a little better than most people I've met, know that once I get started talking, I can go on until he or she takes initiative to stop me, unless they wanna let me realize it themselves. I eventually do realize it but by then, I'm already feeling guilty about having talked too much, so usually I prefer when people stop me. However, if you could stop me with grace, without being hurtful, I'd appreciate it a lot more., because I can be unpredictably sensitive and silly at times and it's awkward when it gets that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, two of the people I'm talking about are Becca and Dani (the order of names don't necessarily imply that I'm closer to one than I am to the other, I love each of them more than the other). I met these two precious girls this semester, here at ECU. I couldn't explain how thankful I am for girls like them that love the Lord and are so much more mature than I am, even being more than a couple years their senior. How the Lord brought about my meeting each of them separately and then finding out that the two of them were good friends too (making it an awesome threesome of sisters in the Lord), I really cannot explain here. I'd put you to sleep if I did. If you know the value of having a "bosom friend" (or friends) that love(s) the Lord and you, and are willing to put in their best and pray with you to help hold you up or help you stand up when you fall or are prone to falling spiritually, you know what I'm talking about. Through these two, I learned how to deal with a Christian brother or sister with &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;grace&lt;/span&gt; when they're heading downwards spiritually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, there was a point in my life earlier this year and late last year when I was going through a serious low in my relationship with the Lord. I had no desire to leave my ways and come back to Him. That's the next thing about this semester I'm gonna talk about. I had something I loved and didn't want to let go. It was an idol that I never wanted to let go of - ever. This unwillingness, in one word, is called disobedience - which I had happily adopted as part of my life in order to please myself. I didn't care anymore about what the Lord wanted. I had gotten so caught up in thinking about justifying my sin and looking at it "optimistically" that I forgot that I was not being true to the Lord, that He knew my heart, and that ZERO glory was going to Him through all of this as long as I was being disobedient. But then Romans 8:28 comes to mind and I'm reminded that everything works together for good to those that love Him. I wish I could say now that all that happened during the past few years was good. Thinking of the million ways I have failed, I can't say that everything that happened concerning this idol was good, that easily, but I have do believe that God has changed me in certain ways of thinking. Christ has forgiven me, which is why I'm so thankful for the Gospel. I used to take pride a long time ago, in who I was, but all that changed a few years ago, and I didn't share that close relationship with the Lord anymore. I didn't need Him anymore because I had this idol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and I need God. We were made to need Him. In thinking that we don't need Him, we're proclaiming ourselves as God, thus making that a sin. The first and great commandment, Jesus said, is to love the Lord your God with all your heart, soul, mind, and strength. If all I really care about is myself and feed my desires selfishly, and in the process, change myself to become someone so foreign to the Lord that I can't recognize what His calling for me is anymore, isn't that considered my idol? Or my god? That's exactly what I was doing! Worshiping my idol more than God - I was in sin, because of which I had sin in other related areas of my life too! I've triumphed in these areas though, wait, JESUS won the triumph for me! The reason I wouldn't talk about these things openly and more specifically is because I don't trust people as much as I do God. I don't need to put information here that people can use against me for whatever reason. However, that does not justify my sin. I do not deserve forgiveness for what I've done in the past, but I do require restoration and I'm in that process right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that caused a change in me this semester is the desire to bring back several things in my life that had stalled due to my sin. Some of those things are reading my Bible and praying regularly while getting to know Him better, a passion for reading books, being there for friends, loving them like Christ, being there for my family, and bringing back the gentleness and humbleness that Christ would have had He been in my place while dealing with my family. Surrendering is the key. I need to give in to Him - let Him work in me instead of keeping the reins of my life in my hand. He's my pilot after all. If I don't trust Him, who will I trust? Pray that I will "trust and obey... to be happy in Jesus" because there's nothing else in this world more worth it than trusting in the Lord. Such immense peace, hope, and love becomes apparent in life, that it starts flowing out of your life in such a manner that people who don't know Jesus personally see that there's a difference. But first, you have to be in tune with God and have the willingness to be that way. Will you pray for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post more about what else I learned this semester. I feel like half of my learning was not from the classes I took this semester. But until then, whoever you are, God be with you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8702942536352129635-6192057393971408086?l=beulab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beulab.blogspot.com/feeds/6192057393971408086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8702942536352129635&amp;postID=6192057393971408086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8702942536352129635/posts/default/6192057393971408086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8702942536352129635/posts/default/6192057393971408086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beulab.blogspot.com/2010/04/end-of-semester-thoughts.html' title='End of semester thoughts'/><author><name>Beula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03855787477796566122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SNlCRLkgdng/Th0nfqit-zI/AAAAAAAAAOM/4gixgHkm_iM/s220/ibf%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i266.photobucket.com/albums/ii256/Nojaa/Love%20and%20Friendship/th_friendship2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8702942536352129635.post-804782347980571527</id><published>2010-04-04T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T16:53:20.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Old-fashioned??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gkEB14cLmJ8/S7kltvqHLyI/AAAAAAAAAHY/JjPSPR5P30g/s1600/2005_pride_and_prejudice_wallpaper_006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gkEB14cLmJ8/S7kltvqHLyI/AAAAAAAAAHY/JjPSPR5P30g/s320/2005_pride_and_prejudice_wallpaper_006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456433891353505570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a part of our materialistic, money-focused generation, in many areas of life, I have watched, learned,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and practiced&lt;/span&gt; at least some pride in my everyday dealing with people, be it asking someone for a favor, a romantic interest, changing one's major, business decisions, giving out information, apologizing, forgiving (others and ourselves),... the list can go on... Why waste time for attitude and pride when you can have it all the honest way? Not only is it easier to tell others (wisely) what is on your mind, but it also saves a lot of time and misunderstanding and can help bridge gaps between two people when they relate to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know everyone has their own way of saying and doing things but as far as I've observed, straightforward is the best way. No beating around the bush, no pride nonsense, just simple, plain old-fashioned truth. Okay, reconsidering what I just typed, I feel like the old-fashioned part of it may not be true, since it was the same way in "old-fashioned" times too. What I'm driving at really is the fact that we need to be more real in our lives instead of putting up a face when it comes to making decisions. That doesn't mean jumping into conclusions as a result of every possible thought that occurs in your head, however, it only means that life might be a little bit... no... a lot, harder most of the time because it'll probably make it harder for people to see that you mean what you say and say what you mean, but it'll totally be worth looking back at with satisfaction and thinking that it was worth it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8702942536352129635-804782347980571527?l=beulab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beulab.blogspot.com/feeds/804782347980571527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8702942536352129635&amp;postID=804782347980571527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8702942536352129635/posts/default/804782347980571527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8702942536352129635/posts/default/804782347980571527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beulab.blogspot.com/2010/04/old-fashioned-truth.html' title='Old-fashioned??'/><author><name>Beula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03855787477796566122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SNlCRLkgdng/Th0nfqit-zI/AAAAAAAAAOM/4gixgHkm_iM/s220/ibf%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gkEB14cLmJ8/S7kltvqHLyI/AAAAAAAAAHY/JjPSPR5P30g/s72-c/2005_pride_and_prejudice_wallpaper_006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8702942536352129635.post-7803228066538959854</id><published>2010-03-31T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T20:39:09.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gkEB14cLmJ8/S_SuCiNXmSI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Q3-cm7f_7Io/s1600/shooting-star.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gkEB14cLmJ8/S_SuCiNXmSI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Q3-cm7f_7Io/s320/shooting-star.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473190805727844642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is basically a love song to your future husband or wife (maybe you've already met them or maybe you haven't), but this is mainly looking from the perspective of an unmarried person who writes a love song to his or her future spouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faithfully (by Eric and Leslie Ludy, authors of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;When God Writes Your Love Story&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Tonight I saw a shooting star,&lt;br /&gt;Made me wonder where you are.&lt;br /&gt;For years I have been dreaming of you,&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder if you're thinking of me, too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this world of cheap romance&lt;br /&gt;And love that only fades after the dance,&lt;br /&gt;They say that I'm a fool to wait for something more.&lt;br /&gt;How can I really love someone I've never seen before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have longed for true love every day that I have lived,&lt;br /&gt;And I know real love is all about learning how to give.&lt;br /&gt;So I pray that God will bring you to me,&lt;br /&gt;And I pray you'll find me waiting faithfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Faithfully, I am yours&lt;br /&gt;From now until forever&lt;br /&gt;Faithfully, I will write&lt;br /&gt;Write you a love song with my life.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause this kind of  love's worth waiting for&lt;br /&gt;No matter how long it takes.&lt;br /&gt;I am yours&lt;br /&gt;Faithfully&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I saw two lovers kiss,&lt;br /&gt;Reminded me of my own loneliness.&lt;br /&gt;They say that I'm a fool to keep on praying for you&lt;br /&gt;How can I give up pleasure for a dream that won't come true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I will keep believing that God still has a plan,&lt;br /&gt;And though I cannot see you now, I know that He can,&lt;br /&gt;And someday I will give you all of me.&lt;br /&gt;Until I find you, I'll be waiting faithfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Faithfully, I am yours&lt;br /&gt;From now until forever&lt;br /&gt;Faithfully, I will write,&lt;br /&gt;Write you a love song wit my life.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause this kind of love's worth waiting for&lt;br /&gt;No matter how long it takes&lt;br /&gt;I am yours&lt;br /&gt;Faithfully&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8702942536352129635-7803228066538959854?l=beulab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beulab.blogspot.com/feeds/7803228066538959854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8702942536352129635&amp;postID=7803228066538959854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8702942536352129635/posts/default/7803228066538959854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8702942536352129635/posts/default/7803228066538959854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beulab.blogspot.com/2010/03/so-this-is-basically-love-song-to-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Beula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03855787477796566122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SNlCRLkgdng/Th0nfqit-zI/AAAAAAAAAOM/4gixgHkm_iM/s220/ibf%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gkEB14cLmJ8/S_SuCiNXmSI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Q3-cm7f_7Io/s72-c/shooting-star.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8702942536352129635.post-3225760851591130988</id><published>2010-03-29T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T10:40:18.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The story of the man of sorrows and the vapor in the wind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gkEB14cLmJ8/S7I3a0DTl4I/AAAAAAAAAF8/4vwgDAp1JQQ/s1600/jesus+-+passion+of+the+Christ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 283px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gkEB14cLmJ8/S7I3a0DTl4I/AAAAAAAAAF8/4vwgDAp1JQQ/s320/jesus+-+passion+of+the+Christ.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454483032487729026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Man of sorrows&lt;/span&gt;" what a name!&lt;br /&gt;For the Son of God who came&lt;br /&gt;Ruined sinners to reclaim&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah, what a Savior!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilty, vile, and helpless we&lt;br /&gt;Spotless Lamb of God was He&lt;br /&gt;Full atonement can it be?&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah, what a Savior&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bearing shame and scoffing rude&lt;br /&gt;In my place condemned he stood&lt;br /&gt;Sealed my pardon with His blood&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah, what a Savior!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lifted up was He to die&lt;br /&gt;"It is finished" was His cry&lt;br /&gt;Now in heav'n exalted high&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah, what a Savior!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When He comes our glorious King&lt;br /&gt;All His ransomed home to bring&lt;br /&gt;Then anew this song we'll sing&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah, what a Savior!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this song! =) Especially when sung in parts - it sounds BEAUTIFUL!!&lt;br /&gt;Even the first line of the song ""Man of sorrows", what a name!" is such an awe-inspiring one that it's almost impossible that one would pay attention to each word in the song and not be drawn to tears by the end of the song if one knew what Jesus' sacrifice truly means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am a flower quickly fading&lt;br /&gt;Here today and gone tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;A wave tossed in the ocean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vapor in the wind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still You hear me when I'm calling&lt;br /&gt;Lord, you catch me when I'm falling&lt;br /&gt;And You show me who I am&lt;br /&gt;I am Yours!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who am I" by Casting Crowns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is another song that accents the fact that despite our status as worthless, ungrateful, disobedient beings that dishonored and hated God, He chose to love us more than anything else and wanted to draw us close to Him through sacrificing His own life without uttering a single word against His persecutors. I'm so glad He's no longer dead but is risen and that one day He's coming back to take me home. Can't wait to get there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8702942536352129635-3225760851591130988?l=beulab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beulab.blogspot.com/feeds/3225760851591130988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8702942536352129635&amp;postID=3225760851591130988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8702942536352129635/posts/default/3225760851591130988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8702942536352129635/posts/default/3225760851591130988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beulab.blogspot.com/2010/03/story-of-man-of-sorrows-and-vapor-in.html' title='The story of the man of sorrows and the vapor in the wind'/><author><name>Beula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03855787477796566122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SNlCRLkgdng/Th0nfqit-zI/AAAAAAAAAOM/4gixgHkm_iM/s220/ibf%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gkEB14cLmJ8/S7I3a0DTl4I/AAAAAAAAAF8/4vwgDAp1JQQ/s72-c/jesus+-+passion+of+the+Christ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8702942536352129635.post-571436762110656467</id><published>2009-11-21T08:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T09:36:56.074-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beyond Imagination!</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 id="passage_heading"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I do my daily devotions from Our Daily Bread. I wanted to share this with you because I thought it was beautiful and very clear as to why one would want to go to heaven. I've talked to several people who don't think they want to go to heaven or don't think it's important. Go ahead and see if this appeals to you, because you're missing out on A LOT if you're one of those people who don't think it's important that you go to heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Revelation 21:1-8 (New International Version)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;h4 style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Revelation 21&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;h5 style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The New Jerusalem &lt;/h5&gt; &lt;sup style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="versenum" id="en-NIV-31039"&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then I (John) saw a new heaven and a new earth, for the first heaven and the first earth had passed away, and there was no longer any sea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="versenum" id="en-NIV-31040"&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I saw the Holy City, the new Jerusalem, coming down out of heaven from God, prepared as a bride beautifully dressed for her husband. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="versenum" id="en-NIV-31041"&gt;3&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I heard a loud voice from the throne saying, "Now the dwelling of God is with men, and he will live with them. They will be his people, and God himself will be with them and be their God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="versenum" id="en-NIV-31042"&gt;4&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-31043"&gt;5&lt;/sup&gt;He who was seated on the throne said, "I am making everything new!" Then he said, "Write this down, for these words are trustworthy and true." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-31044"&gt;6&lt;/sup&gt;He said to me: "It is done. I am the Alpha and the Omega, the Beginning and the End. To him who is thirsty I will give to drink without cost from the spring of the water of life. &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-31045"&gt;7&lt;/sup&gt;He who overcomes will inherit all this, and I will be his God and he will be my son. &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-31046"&gt;8&lt;/sup&gt;But the cowardly, the unbelieving, the vile, the murderers, the sexually immoral, those who practice magic arts, the idolaters and all liars—their place will be in the fiery lake of burning sulfur. This is the second death."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;The following are the thoughts based on the above passage from Revelation...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;[It has not] entered into the heart of man the things which God has prepared for those who love Him. —1 Corinthians 2:9&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="text"&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A college professor at a Christian school perceived that his students held a distorted view of heaven; they considered it to be static and boring. So, to stir their imaginations, he asked them these questions:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;“Do you wish you would wake up tomorrow morning to discover that the person you loved most passionately loved you even more? Wake up hearing music you have always loved but had never heard with such infinite joy before? Rise to the new day as if you were just discovering the Pacific Ocean? Wake up without feeling guilty about anything at all? See to the very core of yourself, and like everything you see? Wake up breathing God as if He were air? Loving to love Him? And loving everybody else in the bargain?”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;In response to that professor’s intriguing questions, the students all lifted their hands. If that’s what heaven will be like, and even infinitely more so, they certainly wanted to be there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“I go to prepare a place for you,” Jesus told His disciples (John 14:2). We all share the desire—really a deep-down yearning—to be in that glorious home forever. It is a place of indescribable bliss. And the supreme blessing will be the presence of our Lord Jesus Christ Himself!&lt;/span&gt;  —&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.rbc.org/devotionals/our-daily-bread/Vernon-C-Grounds.aspx" title="Vernon C. Grounds"&gt;Vernon C. Grounds&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;center style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;             &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When we all get to heaven,&lt;br /&gt;What a day of rejoicing that will be!&lt;br /&gt;When we all see Jesus,&lt;br /&gt;We’ll sing and shout the victory. —Hewitt&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;div style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" class="bold"&gt;&lt;p&gt;The greatest pleasures of earth cannot be compared to the joys of heaven.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;You don't wanna miss it do you? All you've gotta do is believe that Christ is good enough for you and that you can never get there by yourself or by any means but by grace through faith in the Lord Jesus Christ! God bless... (Let me know if you have any questions... :) )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Loads of love and prayers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: left;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;Me, myself, and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Source: http://www.rbc.org/odb/odb.shtml (November 21st).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;         &lt;/center&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8702942536352129635-571436762110656467?l=beulab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beulab.blogspot.com/feeds/571436762110656467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8702942536352129635&amp;postID=571436762110656467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8702942536352129635/posts/default/571436762110656467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8702942536352129635/posts/default/571436762110656467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beulab.blogspot.com/2009/11/beyond-imagination.html' title='Beyond Imagination!'/><author><name>Beula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03855787477796566122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SNlCRLkgdng/Th0nfqit-zI/AAAAAAAAAOM/4gixgHkm_iM/s220/ibf%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8702942536352129635.post-3399296113257008810</id><published>2008-07-05T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:42:37.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="ms__id3892"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gkEB14cLmJ8/SG951qwuwDI/AAAAAAAAAFA/tTEahuez4VM/s1600-h/cash-register.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219524456064401458" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gkEB14cLmJ8/SG951qwuwDI/AAAAAAAAAFA/tTEahuez4VM/s320/cash-register.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id1366"&gt;I really love my jobs. I'm working one at Bojangles' (a fast food restaurant that's known for it's biscuits (real soft, crispy, flaky buns for those who don't know what the word 'biscuit' means in another country). The other job is as a merchandising associate at Macy's - which is a clothes and shoes department store and has branches all over the US.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Bojangles' I work at the cash register which means I take orders, punch them onto the touch screen computer in front of me and call them out through a microphone using only certain correct terminology or else they make you correct it (Americans are really dumb, that's what I think but if that was the case people all over the globe wouldn't want to come here). For example, if I call out 'medium iced tea' when the iced tea comes free with a chicken filet combo, they say "Say, 'correction, free medium iced tea'". Isn't that truly dumb? Seveal times I get corrected this way. But then, you see that's where things are anonymous to you the reader. I didn't tell you how much noise there is on this side of the counter when chicken is sizzling in oil, and the drive-thru window is open and orders are coming in through the microphone overhead which the cooks have to pay atttention to. Also I didn't tell you that the cooks need to listen to the orders that I make through the phone and also to the person who handles the drive thru so they can make the items accordingly. Well, lemme just finish up what else I do - I also handle cash/credit at Bojanlges'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id1367"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id1368"&gt;What I was about to say was - this is how tensions and arguments occur, you see? One person thinks that (s)he is doing things perfectly right and everyone is unjust towards him/her. But it's not always that one thinks that there are several sides to one thing. You don't hear clapping without having two hands to do it. This is a conflict I face everyday. But what do you do when you can't point out to the one in higher authority that they're doing something wrong too? If you do, you're totally out and it's totally not worth it pointing it out to them - it only makes things worse. And you find those kinds of people in every sphere of life everyday. No matter how hard you try to do things right, you just end up on the wrong side of that person - maybe because I'm kind of a weak person, but I refuse to accept that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id1370"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id1369"&gt;The thing I find most difficult is losing someone's trust. I think we all do. All of us want everyone to believe in us right? We do all we can to build up that trust and then just one thing's enough to bring it all down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id1371"&gt;Will let ya know what I do at my other job later... Glad to be blogging again after more than two months! :) Catch you later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8702942536352129635-3399296113257008810?l=beulab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beulab.blogspot.com/feeds/3399296113257008810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8702942536352129635&amp;postID=3399296113257008810' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8702942536352129635/posts/default/3399296113257008810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8702942536352129635/posts/default/3399296113257008810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beulab.blogspot.com/2008/07/random-thoughts.html' title='Random thoughts'/><author><name>Beula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03855787477796566122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SNlCRLkgdng/Th0nfqit-zI/AAAAAAAAAOM/4gixgHkm_iM/s220/ibf%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gkEB14cLmJ8/SG951qwuwDI/AAAAAAAAAFA/tTEahuez4VM/s72-c/cash-register.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8702942536352129635.post-845449803849028705</id><published>2008-03-18T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:42:37.711-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An inspiring movie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="ms__id41"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gkEB14cLmJ8/R-EMSnz7x6I/AAAAAAAAAEc/oXCQqjFhq5s/s1600-h/a+walk+to+remember.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179434560516769698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gkEB14cLmJ8/R-EMSnz7x6I/AAAAAAAAAEc/oXCQqjFhq5s/s400/a+walk+to+remember.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id40"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gkEB14cLmJ8/R-ELS3z7x5I/AAAAAAAAAEU/gmfYxhtGPRM/s1600-h/sweetlove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179433465300109202" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gkEB14cLmJ8/R-ELS3z7x5I/AAAAAAAAAEU/gmfYxhtGPRM/s320/sweetlove.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I've had my fair share of movies this year, but none got beyond emotions. The movie I just saw today, 'A Walk To Remember' was so touching to me that I just couldn't stop singing the song 'Only Hope' "over and over again" :) It wasn't the words in the song as much as the message the movie gave, that touched me. Oh and Mandy Moore has an amazing voice! Check out the song Only Hope for yourself if you don't believe me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;All I have to say is "WOW".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id31"&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id29"&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id30"&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id26"&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id24"&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id23"&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id42"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id27"&gt;I mean there have been other inspirational (or something of like nature) love stories I've watched. Let me tell you the story before I go on to confuse you with my reactions on it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id29"&gt;The story is about a girl who is very simple, God fearing, and stands up for her own beliefs without being ashamed about it, while at home about being more matter-of-fact when required, and while in a high school where she's made fun of and criticized for her faith. She very gradually wins over the love of a guy who was part of a gang earlier, by no particular effort of her own. Jamie, daughter of the Reverend at the church she attends, is portrayed as a girl who keeps her own standards and principles high in her life, even when no one's watching. The guy, Landon, and she go to the same church but he's part of a gang and definitely does not share the same belief as she does. He gets caught by police in the event of one time when the gang meets. He ends up having to help the janitor clean up and take part in the spring play as punishment, both of which he doesn't exactly love doing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id32"&gt;Anyway, to cut a long story short, Landon eventually ends up falling in love with Jamie and asks her out, with her dad's permission to do so, because she's not allowed to date. Some time after they begin to be together, he finds out, while he asks her what she plans to do after school, that she has leukemia, which totally breaks him down. After this, the story goes on to show all that he does for her, to make what remaining lifetime she has, special for her. But she never lets go of her faith. In fact, it only gets stronger. The cancer gets worse, and knowing that on the top of her list is a wish to get married in the same church her mother (who died when she was little) had, he asks Jamie to marry him. I'll leave the rest a suspense for you just in case you watch it. It's a really sweet movie - you just can't not like it, unless you are determined for some weird reason to not like it. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id34"&gt;What I wanted to share was just the fact that Jamie had so much faith in Landon, that when she told him she thought she "saw something good in [him]", it changed him so much. That is definitely something to think about. Even as I watched the movie, I was thinking to myself, "Yeah right, that doesn't happen in real life". But then again, I don't know everything in this world, do I? Maybe there are people who have changed like that... I don't know... I truly don't know...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id45"&gt;You must see it! The movie I mean. Just google it up (type in 'a walk to remember', hit search, and see if something comes up). Shane West and Mandy Moore are the lead actors. The song 'Only Hope' is sung by Mandy Moore herself. Altogether, I think it's a great movie!! Totally loved it - haven't felt this way in a long time about a movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The greatest thing I like about the movie is there is always hope for them. They don't act like there's no hope left, although they're not clear as to what it is that inspires that hope. It's probably the hope in God that drives them forward. I don't know - they don't mention anything like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id42"&gt;But I like it all the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8702942536352129635-845449803849028705?l=beulab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beulab.blogspot.com/feeds/845449803849028705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8702942536352129635&amp;postID=845449803849028705' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8702942536352129635/posts/default/845449803849028705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8702942536352129635/posts/default/845449803849028705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beulab.blogspot.com/2008/03/inspiring-movie.html' title='An inspiring movie'/><author><name>Beula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03855787477796566122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SNlCRLkgdng/Th0nfqit-zI/AAAAAAAAAOM/4gixgHkm_iM/s220/ibf%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gkEB14cLmJ8/R-EMSnz7x6I/AAAAAAAAAEc/oXCQqjFhq5s/s72-c/a+walk+to+remember.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8702942536352129635.post-1847681125536699620</id><published>2007-12-19T09:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T10:06:22.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Living Christ is hard!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;It's really hard... Maybe the things I do, in the world's perspective is not a big deal, some of it may be a big deal too - but each time I do something wrong I just realize how sinful I am and the fact that no amount of good I did could make up for the sins I do every single day - big or small. I'm so glad I have His love!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and hopefully someday I'll make a pledge to one other person who'll love the Lord as much as I do (or maybe better than I do) - coz I don't love Him enough. And he and I will live every day of our lives - not on our knees the whole day but living with Him as our perspective - so that when other people look at us, they won't look at us as hypocrites or "oh they belong to that denomination". Rather they should be able to say, "Oh, they must be Christians - that's the reason why they're such loving, gentle, sensible people - seems a lot like how a follower of Christ would be" - so that the credit goes to the Lord, not to me or my family because it was from Him through His Word, the Bible that I got to know how to be that way. I just choose to do what He says - as long as I'm aware. Even then, after that much, there's so much lacking in me - SO MUCH!! I still sin every single day, be it in the smallest way - I still do sin - sometimes knowingly, and sometimes unknowingly. Either way, it's still sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be the type who,  when people look at me, feel I'm very religious and won't tolerate any kind of nonsense. I want to be the type that knows how to have good, clean, not just fun - but lots of fun while, doing it and a lot more for the Lord's glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my chemistry final got over. It was my one and only cumulative this semester. It wasn't that big of a deal but while I was preparing for it, I felt somehow the Lord had something in it for me to learn. I can feel a lot of things changing in my life as I make this transition at this age. Maybe its because of my age but I feel a lot more mature. I make it sound very supernatural but that fact is there's a lot behind it... all of which it is impossible to describe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch ya later!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Reigns!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8702942536352129635-1847681125536699620?l=beulab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beulab.blogspot.com/feeds/1847681125536699620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8702942536352129635&amp;postID=1847681125536699620' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8702942536352129635/posts/default/1847681125536699620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8702942536352129635/posts/default/1847681125536699620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beulab.blogspot.com/2007/12/living-christ-is-hard.html' title='Living Christ is hard!!'/><author><name>Beula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03855787477796566122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SNlCRLkgdng/Th0nfqit-zI/AAAAAAAAAOM/4gixgHkm_iM/s220/ibf%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8702942536352129635.post-8999470929329468694</id><published>2007-11-28T10:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T10:28:53.262-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep it short and sweet!</title><content type='html'>Maybe I should stick to keeping my blogs shorter than the current length... I usually don't plan out how long to keep it but I think that's a good thing to contemplate changing about my blogs...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8702942536352129635-8999470929329468694?l=beulab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beulab.blogspot.com/feeds/8999470929329468694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8702942536352129635&amp;postID=8999470929329468694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8702942536352129635/posts/default/8999470929329468694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8702942536352129635/posts/default/8999470929329468694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beulab.blogspot.com/2007/11/keep-it-short-and-sweet.html' title='Keep it short and sweet!'/><author><name>Beula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03855787477796566122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SNlCRLkgdng/Th0nfqit-zI/AAAAAAAAAOM/4gixgHkm_iM/s220/ibf%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8702942536352129635.post-2025002175139582578</id><published>2007-11-24T07:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T09:50:37.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote id="9b243570"&gt;Last Thursday, we celebrated Thanksgiving for the first time in our lives - turkey and all. It was awesome, although it was only all 5 of us in my family (which I'm thankful for). Mom started by saying she was thankful about being saved and for a home in heaven and for being able to come here ( NC - although she was not exactly for it... :) ). She was also thankful her husband chose to marry her and also for her 3 blessed children (of course, of course... ;)). She talked about 3 mins or so. I followed, and expressed being thankful for my family, for the people who go to our chapel, especially the young people who have really set an example to me through their every word, action, and reaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I think of it (and didn't mention it during our little celebration) I'm thankful that I have been able to bring back that one-to-one relationship with the Lord, which I wasn't able to do for a long time... since the time that I had been away from my parents in my home state - after coming here, it's almost been like I was learning to be a Christian for the first time all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming back to my original topic, I also said I wouldn't exchange my family for any other in the world, if that was the last thing I could do. Last of all, but not the least, I thanked the Lord for myself - just as I am, and for the way He was teaching and changing me in different ways leading me on my way to be perfect like Himself - ie, the Lord Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Likewise, my sister mentioned a few things she was thankful for, followed by my brother (his thanksgiving included his perfect attendance certificate - how sweet to be that simple, I don't know if i could be that specific or thoughtful), and then my father followed, after which we gave thanks for the food and lo and behold... we had begun to EAT! The turkey came out well - had been in the oven about 3 hours or so and looked simply yummy! :) It wasn't a very big one but was just enough for all of us. There was boiled beans, "sweet potato and apple with honey and butter" (That was just YUMMY!!), bread - which no one touched since there was so much else to eat, and (okay, this is weird) - not iced tea, but Mountain Dew. The whole day went real good... I loved it - we've never celebrated anything of the sort but I really enjoyed the turkey (although it was made by my mother - so it's possible that's the reason why I liked it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might be wondering why I'm going on about all this - the reason is very plain - I only wanted to express that I am so thankful for anything and everything and everybody that has ever happened to me. I love myself as I am today and each part of me has become itself because of the effect of somebody or the other or some or the other circumctance in my life - even if it was something about myself that I used to dislike. Speaking of which, I have observed that I have a lot of weak points and I hate the way I act or react when sometimes those very weak points lead to me landing myself in trouble. But what I probably can't see is the good that comes out of those weak points. At first those foolish steps that I take might seem totally destructive but later, when the good has come out of it a long time after, I am always able to look back and say "It was for good that that had happened..." concerning that particular "foolishness" rather than crying over it "If I hadn'e done it this way, all this wouldn't have happened" or "If something else had happened then I would have been better off now". That is why the Word of God says "[A]nd we know that all things work together for good to those who love God, to those who are the called according to His purpose" Romans 8:28, King James Version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether it be hard, sad, easy, happy, or lonely times or times when it seemed like the whole world is on our side - all through those times, whether good or bad, my Lord was good to me. Times when I turned away from Him and forgot Him and didn't give Him the favor He far more than deserved, He remained faithful. Where can you get such a partner on the face of the earth? Sometimes the silliest of things can be the hardest to do and certain ways we once were against can suddenly become favorable to us. What I'm trying to say is man keeps changing and so you can't trust him (or her, for that matter). Then who can you trust? Isn't the answer obvious? God? Because He never changes does He? Isn't that something to be thankful for?&lt;br /&gt;For all you know a person could promise you something today and tomorrow, something drastic can happen in that person's life to make him or her change his or her mind about that very same promise due to no particular fault of his or her own. But then its us who suffers isn't it? No matter what, there's no person in this world who'll love anybody else in this world other than themselves. Put a person who thinks he loves you at the edge of a cliff without any warning and tell him to jump. What do you think he or she going to do? Now come on, and be honest. If he's not stupid or downright crazy he won't jump until he finds out what really is going on right? Coz one wants to make sure all's going well only then will one make that decision of even jumping from the cliff for you... lol... sorry couldn't help it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa there I go, wandering off to my favorite topic - Love... hahaha... The point I was trying to make was that no one else is precious to anybody else other than himself or herself. Only can God can love you more than He loves Himself - He's already proved that, right? Did He deserve to die on that cross treated like a criminal? No! He never did a single sin in His life! The Bible says "For He made Him who knew no sin to be sin for us, that WE MIGHT become the righteousness of God in Him" (2 Corinthians 5:21). If you have something good in you how happy will you be with all the credit or half of the credit going to somebody else? That's exactly what the Lord did!! He gave up all his riches to put on skin just like you and me!&lt;br /&gt;I think that's the most awesome thing anybody could do! You better think so too!! :D jus kiddin.. But I'm not kiddin about the facts I mentioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He lived all eternity in perfectness and having absolutely not known no sin at all and then lovingly made his most wonderful creation - man, who hates him. Knowing man was doing it purely out of ignorance, He left His heavenly splendour and came to earth, and was accused like a criminal - why? because He claimed to be God, and was put to death. Not only that, He rose from the dead and lives today and still people refuse to believe Him. Is that something you would expect a majestic, omnicient, omnipotent God to do? Wouldn't He rather sit in His heaven and reward "good" people and punish "bad" people? But no, He chose to take up your and my punishment Himself so you and I could live with Him, all you have to do is personally accept that love and allow Him to make you His.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each time a new thought comes up in my mind even as I type right now, I feel even more thankful and even more unworthy because I don't deserve it. But I am definitely thankful and I want to make the sacrifice He made worth it, in order to please Him - He doesn't need me to please Him of course but i'm totally humbled by the fact that He died in order to have a wretched sinner like me to live with Him forever. And I will.... someday!!! Don't you want to have that same hope? Does it sound like I am in love? :) I sure am.... I have been for the past 10 years and will never fall out of it. Wouldn't give it up for all the riches in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8702942536352129635-2025002175139582578?l=beulab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beulab.blogspot.com/feeds/2025002175139582578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8702942536352129635&amp;postID=2025002175139582578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8702942536352129635/posts/default/2025002175139582578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8702942536352129635/posts/default/2025002175139582578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beulab.blogspot.com/2007/11/lat-thursday-we-celebrated-thanksgiving.html' title=''/><author><name>Beula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03855787477796566122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SNlCRLkgdng/Th0nfqit-zI/AAAAAAAAAOM/4gixgHkm_iM/s220/ibf%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8702942536352129635.post-4007190190140970219</id><published>2007-09-06T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T21:56:21.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall in love or choose to love?</title><content type='html'>Is there something such as falling in love? Take for example a guy who sees a real good looking girl and he immediately "falls in love" with her. Is that love? Wouldn't you rather call that lust? Okay, I consent to the fact that he might have had an attraction to her because of her good looks and gradually he might have gotten to know her better. After getting to know her if he still loves her even if she's the haughtiest and charcterless person he's ever seen alive, maaaybe you could say he loves her. But you know what? Love has the power to transform even that!! But more of that later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking about that certain instant in your attraction for this significant person when you decide for yourself whether or not you love that person. Everything you do in your life, you are making a choice.&lt;br /&gt;You want to call that person up and talk to him or her or NOT - its your choice. Is love so empowering that you can't live without talking to that person? Do those kinds of feelings come the first time you see or talk to that person? Of course not! That is simply ridiculous! Those are merely reactions formed out of habits performed as part of a routine - that is no sign of the real love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One can never love a person without deciding to do so oneself.&lt;br /&gt;Sure, you might have had a particular picture in mind of a special "somebody" who will come along the way and suddenly this particular person comes along and fits that picture almost perfectly - almost! But wait - is it really that way? Isn't it that wanting to be considered special by someone else that motivates you to go forward? Is it really the true realization of commitment to one another that makes you go forward? Or is it merely the thought of being considered important ie given special attention ie fleshly pleasure ie sin that motivates you? Never thought of it that way? Think again for yourself. Its the need to feel wanted and loved or to get attention - basically a matter of pride that makes you want that somebody to fill that space - isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that what you really call love? Or falling in love, if you want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me explain what I think could be the case:&lt;br /&gt;I'll start this way. There are certain standards by which you lead your everyday life - what you do and don't do are chosen by you - whether it be friends, food, clothes, choice of subjects, places you go, how you walk, what words you use, how you present yourself to others, how you think others think of you, and so on and on and on. When it comes to love, (and I'm not talking about mere attraction or infatuation; but the kind of love that makes you feel like you'll accept any part of that person's character as it is, no matter how much you don't like how he or she behaves), don't you think you are the one who gives in? Early in the stage we are the ones who choose whether or not we want to get ourselves in the whole thing, with or without realizing the consequences of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at "falling in love" literally - When you literally fall(not in love, just anytime you fall), you hurt yourself - you don't want to fall because you know the consequences. You don't choose to fall, as in, while you're walking, you don't say "Okay, I've been thinking about this for a long time now and I've decided that I want to fall down now" - and you fall. It's the same with love. You couldn't fall in love! If you fell, you surely regret that it ever happened - in that case was that truly love? Or just something stupid and silly or worse - lustful? None of us like to think that way - but this is us - you, me and everyone else. This is the way in which everybody , atleast most people think, unless one refuses to admit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why each of us needs a Savior from this lustful, sinful flesh so we don't have to ever regret doing wrong - that is if we ever thought of regretting doing something wrong. Even better - we have an inspiration for doing good (not a carefree attitude about doing wrong and still getting away with it) - ie Christ the Lord because when we think of how much He, the Creator King who "fearfully and wonderfully made" each and every one of us, gave up for the same each and every one of us, we can never return that same love after accepting it and live a life of ungratefulness by not living a life the way He wants us to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say, for example, you are a person who earns just about $8 per hour. One fine day, someone comes upto you and gives you a $50 bill for free what would you likely do with it? Maybe refuse at first?.... Maybe refuse a couple of times more... but what if the person persuades you to take it and that person seems sincere about it and promises to never ask you to repay it back to him? And he is gonna live upto that promise. Wouldn't you accept it? Gladly? After all, it's not everyday that you're offered a $50 bill for free, is it? Say you accepted it (truth has to be accepted atleast at times na? lol), what's your attitude gonna be like towards that person? Go and spend it on your friends and party right? Atleast do you think that's what you ought to do? No way, you'd take care of those $50 and make sure you use them well because you'd have to do just about a day's work to get that much otherwise, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something like that can be likened to what the Lord Jesus is offering to you and to me and to everyone else in this world. Not just a day's benefit but an eternity's worth of benefit..... Is it worth the risk of letting go of it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may or may not find or intend to find the love of your life. But this is a decision you will have to make. If not today, then tomorrow. But by then do you know everything that's going to happen to you? It s ot scary if you just let your child-like faith take over. How does a son know his father will take care of him? He doesn't go around trying to test his dad's DNA to see if he really is his dad. He trusts him because his dad has told him so and he can see that his dad loves him from his very own health and well-being. Even if he falls down at times, it does not mean that his dad made him fall down. He knows that even if he falls down, his dad will lift him up and see that he's not hurt for the worse but for the better. The wise dad sees to it that his son learns something from that fall. That is exactly how our heavenly Father deals with us each day once we become His child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you tell me what is love. Isn't love more of commitment, sacrifice, maturity, hardship and responsibility first? Sure it is caring, sweet talk and all the rest too but first comes the commitment. Only then can the full measure of that love be treasured. Else it is pure fantasy, or in other words, lust! That is why we have something called marriage because when you commit yourself to one person you are accepting the fact that neither of you is perfect and that each is going to "put up" with the other's good AND bad points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially in today's world, since "love" is so projected and spoken of as a part and parcel of daily life through different means, like movies (which don't do a very good job of it) and books and several other means too, it is no longer falling in love, because you know where you're going when you get into a relationship - it doesn't JUST HAPPEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my thoughts. Other opinions are most welcome. I want to see how much I can unwrap of the wonders the Lord has kept in store for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8702942536352129635-4007190190140970219?l=beulab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beulab.blogspot.com/feeds/4007190190140970219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8702942536352129635&amp;postID=4007190190140970219' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8702942536352129635/posts/default/4007190190140970219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8702942536352129635/posts/default/4007190190140970219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beulab.blogspot.com/2007/09/fall-in-love-or-choose-to-love.html' title='Fall in love or choose to love?'/><author><name>Beula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03855787477796566122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SNlCRLkgdng/Th0nfqit-zI/AAAAAAAAAOM/4gixgHkm_iM/s220/ibf%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8702942536352129635.post-1979884833189669003</id><published>2007-08-31T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T10:03:36.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How do you know if you're in love?</title><content type='html'>Do you know for sure if you're in love? Do you keep thinking to yourself, "Is this love or just my imagination?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To find that out you first need to know WHAT LOVE IS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following are the true test of the fruit of (or are seen as a result of) your love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1). Love is patient:&lt;br /&gt;No matter how wrong things go, love will bear it and still give another chance OR it will wait for the fruit of what it does for as long as it has to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2). Love is kind:&lt;br /&gt;Another way of being patient. Only if you have patience can you be kind. Rather only if you have LOVE, can you be kind. No matter how much a person hurts or wrongs you, if you talk with kind words, there is love in your heart for that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3). Love doesn't envy:&lt;br /&gt;Be content with who you are. If you're determined to love somebody, you can accept a person just as he or she is. So you'll always want good for that person no matter how much better than yourself that person is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4). Love doesn't boast:&lt;br /&gt;If you have love, you wouldn't think in the heart of your heart that there's a whole big deal in you. Valuing yourself is different, its not the same as over-valuing yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5). Love is not proud:&lt;br /&gt;Follows from boasting. No matter how high your opinion of yourself, you will never let your pride in any form rule your decisions in your life concerning that person or anything that can affect that person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6). Love is not rude:&lt;br /&gt;Somewhat the same as being kind. No matter how much someone hurts through their words or actions you do not hurt them back in ANY way. Give back intelligent answers without being too lame and naive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7). Love is not selfish:&lt;br /&gt;When you look for the benefit of someone else, the benefit of it comes around to you automatically. I don't mean to say that you get immediate benefits but when you do get the benefit it comes in much, much bigger ways than you expect it to - trust me on this one. Try it out for yourself if you haven't yet and if you have and think you haven't gotten any benefits, you probably just spent so much time thinking about what you lost that you weren't aware of the benefit that came your way and that escaped your attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8). Love does not get angry easily:&lt;br /&gt;3 simple rules in this case:&lt;br /&gt;1 - Forgive; 2 - Forgive and 3 - Forgive&lt;br /&gt;It always pays in ways visible or invisible to you. It is very difficult to anger the person who TRULY loves you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9). Keeps no record of wrongs/Thinks no evil:&lt;br /&gt;Again forgiving. Once you've forgiven, its easy to forget. Poking the person and making them feel guilty about something wrong they've done only draws them away from you. Notice more and more of their good points and you'll realize that the mistakes and faults find it hard to find their way into your memory. Love does not inspire you to hope for the bad of the one you love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10). Does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth:&lt;br /&gt;If you love someone, you wouldn't involve yourself with that person in doing wrong. You wouldn't want your love to do things which aren't right, would you? If that's what you'd want how can you trust your love to do things that are right in anything involving your own self? Doing the right things the right way gives much more joy than doing the wrong things (whether that is done the right way or the wrong way).&lt;br /&gt;In other words, love finds joy in the person's achievements and less (almost no) joy in finding out the person's failures - that means again don't dwell in what the person has done wrong to you but rather on what he or she has done well for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11). bears, believes, hopes and endures ALL things:&lt;br /&gt;No matter what bad or how bad things get, bearing those things, believing your love, giving each other hope and enduring through to the end only builds up and increases the love for your love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12). Love never fails:&lt;br /&gt;If you have love, it will never fail, it keeps trying continuously without accepting defeat. The person receiving your love will know that you love them, you don' have to necessarily say you love him or her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you haven't realized yet, all of the above were taken from the below reference:&lt;br /&gt;I Corinthians 13:4-8&lt;br /&gt;4 Love suffers long and is kind; love does not envy; love does not parade itself, is not puffed up; 5 does not behave rudely, does not seek its own, is not provoked, thinks no evil; 6 does not rejoice in iniquity, but rejoices in the truth; 7 bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. 8 Love never fails&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No other person gave a perfect example of true love than the Lord Jesus Christ, who came to the world among us and showed each of those attributes mentioned above and more of it. That's what motivates me each day in several ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God be with you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8702942536352129635-1979884833189669003?l=beulab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beulab.blogspot.com/feeds/1979884833189669003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8702942536352129635&amp;postID=1979884833189669003' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8702942536352129635/posts/default/1979884833189669003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8702942536352129635/posts/default/1979884833189669003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beulab.blogspot.com/2007/08/how-do-you-know-if-youre-in-love.html' title='How do you know if you&apos;re in love?'/><author><name>Beula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03855787477796566122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SNlCRLkgdng/Th0nfqit-zI/AAAAAAAAAOM/4gixgHkm_iM/s220/ibf%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8702942536352129635.post-1848491637950534507</id><published>2007-08-30T16:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T10:15:19.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is ignorance really bliss? How precious is Innocence?</title><content type='html'>Innocence is precious. As much as possible, it must be kept, but being too innocent can lead to being extremely naive and gullibility( or gullibleness - if that's a word). You can believe easily what people tell you. Now that's something everyone knows right? Everyone's dying to go out into that world during their "boring" teen years to explore the world and see what "exciting" things it has in store for them, right? They're independant - do whatever they wish. But once they're there making the wrong choices, do they realize that little by little they're losing that precious innocence? Those precious little bits of information without which they wouldn't have to bother about so many things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many thoughts cross our  minds when we deal with people based on our past experiences with others: "What did he mean when he said that? Did she mean it for my good? Or was there another meaning to it? How will I know if they mean it for good?", "When I'm making a decision, how many things do I have to be aware of, before I go ahead and make a decision about it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I have to know everything? But since I'd have to know how every person thinks in order to make sure that I don't hurt myself in the process of trusting someone I haven't met before, won't knowing EVERYTHING drive me crazy? Imagine if I had to know every bit of information and then make a decision about something major in my life, wouldn't that make me totally lose my mind if taken to a little over the edge?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I look back I realize that once I've gained knowledge about something and I can't undo it. Will I ever get back that innocence with which I first started making new friends and loved people without thinking of their faults? Is it ignorance or innocence that governed those choices?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pondered over this for quite some time over a long period of time and this is what i concluded: You don't have to be ignorant in order to remain innocent. You can know everything but it still is your choice to do what is under your control right? Innocence can kill you but as the saying goes, ignorance is bliss. So what do we do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where WISDOM comes in. You don't have to know everything. Use what you know to make wise decisions with good in your heart. Don't give in to anything that people say, but make use of the time you have in hand. Haste makes waste! So don't make decisions in a hurry. Think well before committing. You don't have to deceive before you do something either. Innocence of a dove and the sharpness of a fox may be how we can probably put it as my dad always said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Jesus gave intelligent answers to those who came to test Him and make Him stumble with His own words. His answers made his questioners stumble over &lt;em&gt;their&lt;/em&gt; own words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wisdom is very less sought after today but it is something that is very much needed to succeed in every step you take in this world, other than strength, dependance and faith in the Lord Jesus Christ which is needed much before that. Wisdom does not come of oneself rather it comes from the One who - gives us wisdom, is wise Himself and whom no knowledge escapes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please feel free to comment on any opinions you may have on the topic above!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8702942536352129635-1848491637950534507?l=beulab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beulab.blogspot.com/feeds/1848491637950534507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8702942536352129635&amp;postID=1848491637950534507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8702942536352129635/posts/default/1848491637950534507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8702942536352129635/posts/default/1848491637950534507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beulab.blogspot.com/2007/08/is-ignorance-really-bliss-how-precious.html' title='Is ignorance really bliss? How precious is Innocence?'/><author><name>Beula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03855787477796566122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SNlCRLkgdng/Th0nfqit-zI/AAAAAAAAAOM/4gixgHkm_iM/s220/ibf%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8702942536352129635.post-435473992097948000</id><published>2007-07-26T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T08:12:40.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So what if God loves me? Why can't I live without him?</title><content type='html'>Because without Him I'm nothing... sound a little underconfident, right? Its not lack of self-confidence that makes me say that but the attempts I have made to survive myself without His help and failed miserably, that makes me say that! Most people I have met believe in God. Especially Indians - very rarely do you find a professing atheist or agnostic. But is that what is really needed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its NOT OUR NEED to believe in God that should make us believe in Him but OUR INDEBTEDNESS to Him that should make us live the way He wants us to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me put it this way:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scene is a courtroom. Say a man Abe is accused of a crime, found guilty and sentenced to death! No matter how hard Abe tries to gets all the lawyers and witnesses he can get hold of, what crime he has comitted can't be put off because he has committed it and full proof has been provided that he has! The moment Abe hears the death sentence being made he realizes how he has wasted his life and at that instance regrets everything he has done - sincerely, truly, right from the bottom of his heart. But to whom is he going to say that? He tries deperately to save himself from the dreadful unknown that awaits him at death's door - just one more chance. But all is decided and the case is about to be closed when his own lawyer, stands up and accepts responsibility for all the murders and crimes that Abe has committed. He says Abe "knows not what he does". He explained that what Abe had done was not intentionally committed. He didn't really mean to commit the crime but what had happened had happened and that a solution had to be made. This gracious lawyer asked that the punishment be given to himself, provided that Abe was set free and let go of. The culprit was so dumbstruck he couldn't say anything as the court went ahead and passed the sentence for the lawyer to be put to death as punishment for what Abe had done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were in that courtroom would you ever extend your support for something like that to happen? Didn't that murderer deserve the punishment he was getting - for all the lies he had said and all the murders he had committed? I'm sure if you don't know what the Lord Jesus really did and what He meant, you would never support what happened in that courtroom, because that's exactly what He did for you and me. You and I were wretched murderers who deserved to go to hell (that's an eternal place - for those who haven't thought of what hell really must be like - something that never stops torturing and people will want to die but never can). Hell is a place where bad people go. Don't you agree? You say you're not bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you lied?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you looked and lusted at any person of the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you cheated?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you stolen anything (even if it be something as insignificant as a sweet or a pencil)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Admit to atleast one of the above or any other similar or worse wrong thing you know you have done - just answer honestly to yourself - you are guilty ("bad") in God's sight! That is how holy God is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're right - that way no one can get to heaven! That's a good thing isn't it? Just imagine if we were to get to heaven because of what good we did, heaven would be full of boastful, sickening people who would only have time to boast about what great things each of them has done and praise themselves, instead of praising GOD - who deserves all that praise an eternity's worth more than we do!! If that were the case, THAT wouldn't be heaven anymore would it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is the reason why He chose to help us to still reach Him and still have hope even though we were so hopeless.... just like Abe! Is there any lawyer who would actually stand up for his client and take his punishment? Even if he knew that the murderer was innocent? I doubt it! There is only one Lawyer who did that for us. You know why He had to be our Lawyer? - Because we belonged to Satan from the day we sinned, (also born in sin, by sinful parents) and God had no claim over us unless we were purchased from Satan. But no price was high enough for Satan but the blood of Christ - sinless blood! He who knew no sin died for the sinner! For those who ever thought they knew love at its highest form - here's a point to ponder on. Is there a greater love than this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all Abe had to do was to accept that gift and go free, and live the way he wanted to... right? If you were in Abe's place, would you do that, if you had the decency not to? I mean wouldn't you be awestruck and forever indebted to this lovely gem of a lawyer who died in your stead? Wouldn't you do all you could to pay him back for the way he paid your price in full? Abe has to first accept that free gift that the lawyer was truly and whole-heartedly offering, right? That is where Christ comes in - I mean into our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to accept that we were wrong, we were sinners, and need Him in our lives -out of desperation, because we're weary and have no more strength to keep us running away from the truth. We need to ask Him to come into our heart personally and accept Jesus Christ as our Lord and personal Saviour. And also that from then on, you will live for Him, only for His sake - put yourself in Abe's shoes an think! Once you do that, you become His child -you're free from the bonds of sin and death. You don't have to fear death anymore because Christ died for you and conquered death for you. He died but death couldn't hold him, he defeated death and rose from the dead in flesh and in blood, ascended into heaven and still lives today! Think about it! Isn't it wonderful! I think its the most beautiful love story ever told - even better - its TRUE! Its a promise! Who doesn't love promises? Even if you die today, you know for sure that He's gonna take you home - His home - that better be heaven! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Religion is man reaching for God, but which religion's doctrine demands that you accept God's love first and then live a life pleasing to Him? Doesn't every religion teach that if you are good, if you do good, are charitable, love everyone, then you will please God and that MAYBE you will go to heaven?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember we will never succeed in pleasing God well enough, because that's how perfect He is! He's not just another mere man, he is GOD!! Holy, just(or impartial), righteous(or fair), gracious(offering us things we don't deserve - like entry into heaven), merciful(not giving us things we really deserve - like hell) and a whole lot of attributes which would never be enough to describe Him. Such an awesome God is the one we mess with each day and take the name of in vain in our daily life. Do we have anything to demand of Him? 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