<?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-6108463111984428922</id><updated>2011-08-01T16:50:38.289-07:00</updated><category term='love. church.'/><category term='MH speakers'/><category term='Respect'/><category term='humility.'/><category term='hell'/><category term='outside'/><category term='poems'/><category term='heaven'/><category term='Purpose'/><category term='Jeremiah'/><title type='text'>I Shower Daily.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishowerdaily.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108463111984428922/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishowerdaily.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>.carolann.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11551242232905352478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOXjse2DRIg/SXrVGCznIhI/AAAAAAAABgI/BGwQjthlJ68/S220/P1230546.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108463111984428922.post-3519823185722557140</id><published>2009-08-07T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T10:03:09.613-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heaven'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jeremiah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MH speakers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>The Wish Wand</title><content type='html'>This week I have had the privilege of hearing part of a series by Jill Briscoe. Yesterday, used the following poem in an illustration as she spoke about the book of Jeremiah. She writes beautifully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Wish Wand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a little wish wand and waved it to and fro&lt;br /&gt;Whenever thoughts turned heavenward&lt;br /&gt;or the other place you go.&lt;br /&gt;I thought it safe to trust it with my whole eternal soul&lt;br /&gt;so I wished the life I’d lived on earth&lt;br /&gt;would get me to my goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wished that all would get to heaven&lt;br /&gt;whatever they believed&lt;br /&gt;that Buddha sat at God’s right hand&lt;br /&gt;that New Age be received.&lt;br /&gt;I wished that Paul would change his mind&lt;br /&gt;that Jesus wasn’t right&lt;br /&gt;because He spoke of lostness and a&lt;br /&gt;dark eternal night;&lt;br /&gt;about the way to heaven&lt;br /&gt;one truth, one narrow gate, and&lt;br /&gt;I was so broadminded that I wished away my fate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I waved my little wish wand&lt;br /&gt;in the radiant face of Him&lt;br /&gt;who met me at the gate of heaven and wouldn’t let me in.&lt;br /&gt;I wrote to heaven’s congressman,&lt;br /&gt;but he courteously replied that I should have&lt;br /&gt;left my wish wand at the feet of Him who died!&lt;br /&gt;For wishes could not wish away a lifetime of rejection,&lt;br /&gt;and wishes could not dress my soul&lt;br /&gt;in heaven’s own perfection.&lt;br /&gt;And wishes could not save me now&lt;br /&gt;for hell was so obscene,&lt;br /&gt;that wishes there die ghastly deaths,&lt;br /&gt;strangled with a scream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I took my little wish wand&lt;br /&gt;into hell the day I died,&lt;br /&gt;and I waved it at the serpent as he&lt;br /&gt;slithered to my side.&lt;br /&gt;It was dark but I could see him&lt;br /&gt;and all I knew was fear,&lt;br /&gt;and no matter how I waved my wand&lt;br /&gt;he wouldn’t disappear!&lt;br /&gt;Oh I wish that I had wished aright&lt;br /&gt;I wished I lived again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wished I had a body that&lt;br /&gt;was whole, not racked with pain.&lt;br /&gt;I wished I could remember&lt;br /&gt;something other than the dirt.&lt;br /&gt;I wished I could forget my sin.&lt;br /&gt;So every memory hurt.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I wished and wished and wished&lt;br /&gt;that I could have another chance&lt;br /&gt;to cast upon the Crucified&lt;br /&gt;a trusting, saving glance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the devil took my wish wand&lt;br /&gt;and he laughed right in my face&lt;br /&gt;and I went to live eternally in&lt;br /&gt;darkness and disgrace,&lt;br /&gt;I never wished a wish again&lt;br /&gt;I had no heart to try&lt;br /&gt;for hell is where hope ended, and where all my wishes died!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Jill Brisco, in her book &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Heaven and Hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108463111984428922-3519823185722557140?l=ishowerdaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishowerdaily.blogspot.com/feeds/3519823185722557140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6108463111984428922&amp;postID=3519823185722557140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108463111984428922/posts/default/3519823185722557140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108463111984428922/posts/default/3519823185722557140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishowerdaily.blogspot.com/2009/08/wish-wand.html' title='The Wish Wand'/><author><name>.carolann.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11551242232905352478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOXjse2DRIg/SXrVGCznIhI/AAAAAAAABgI/BGwQjthlJ68/S220/P1230546.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108463111984428922.post-183577009368825524</id><published>2009-03-09T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T22:30:30.182-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outside'/><title type='text'>The Mulch Pile.</title><content type='html'>So... it's not that I haven't been showering (I still shower daily). I have just been distracted. The following thoughts come from an afternoon of mulch-pile-moving...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..."I can't take it anymore. The mulch pile has &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;got&lt;/span&gt; to go." (I moved recently... yes, again... and there was a giant mulch pile that was dumped outside my front window.)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..."Wow, I really miss working outside. I love this..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..."I am getting really freaking tired..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...[to the mulch pile] "I will demolish you. Oh boy, I spend too much time with Bradshaws..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..."I really need to fix that light switch in my closet..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..."I never want to look at mulch again..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108463111984428922-183577009368825524?l=ishowerdaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishowerdaily.blogspot.com/feeds/183577009368825524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6108463111984428922&amp;postID=183577009368825524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108463111984428922/posts/default/183577009368825524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108463111984428922/posts/default/183577009368825524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishowerdaily.blogspot.com/2009/03/mulch-pile.html' title='The Mulch Pile.'/><author><name>.carolann.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11551242232905352478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOXjse2DRIg/SXrVGCznIhI/AAAAAAAABgI/BGwQjthlJ68/S220/P1230546.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108463111984428922.post-6575572752336328313</id><published>2008-11-16T20:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T22:28:12.802-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Respect'/><title type='text'>Respect</title><content type='html'>Matthew 7:1-12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="en-NIV-23318" class="sup"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;"Do not judge, or you too will be judged. &lt;span id="en-NIV-23319" class="sup"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;For in the same way you judge others, you will be judged, and with the measure you use, it will be measured to you. &lt;p&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-23320" class="sup"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;"Why do you look at the speck of sawdust in your brother's eye and pay no attention to the plank in your own eye? &lt;span id="en-NIV-23321" class="sup"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;How can you say to your brother, 'Let me take the speck out of your eye,' when all the time there is a plank in your own eye? &lt;span id="en-NIV-23322" class="sup"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;You hypocrite, first take the plank out of your own eye, and then you will see clearly to remove the speck from your brother's eye. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-23323" class="sup"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt;"Do not give dogs what is sacred; do not throw your pearls to pigs. If you do, they may trample them under their feet, and then turn and tear you to pieces.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-23324" class="sup"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt;"Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you. &lt;span id="en-NIV-23325" class="sup"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt;For everyone who asks receives; he who seeks finds; and to him who knocks, the door will be opened. &lt;p&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-23326" class="sup"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt;"Which of you, if his son asks for bread, will give him a stone? &lt;span id="en-NIV-23327" class="sup"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt;Or if he asks for a fish, will give him a snake? &lt;span id="en-NIV-23328" class="sup"&gt;11&lt;/span&gt;If you, then, though you are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father in heaven give good gifts to those who ask him! &lt;span id="en-NIV-23329" class="sup"&gt;12&lt;/span&gt;So in everything, do to others what you would have them do to you, for this sums up the Law and the Prophets.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Three points:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. Respect others by not judging them. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How do we go through life not being judgmental of others? Take a look at your own life. Are you flawless?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Respect others by not forcing good things on them (v.6).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. Respect others by doing to them what you would have them do to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A &lt;a href="http://santacruzfaith.org/downloads/media/sermons/TheGOODLife/20081116.MP3"&gt;great sermon&lt;/a&gt; by Sara Bentley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108463111984428922-6575572752336328313?l=ishowerdaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishowerdaily.blogspot.com/feeds/6575572752336328313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6108463111984428922&amp;postID=6575572752336328313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108463111984428922/posts/default/6575572752336328313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108463111984428922/posts/default/6575572752336328313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishowerdaily.blogspot.com/2008/11/respect.html' title='Respect'/><author><name>.carolann.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11551242232905352478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOXjse2DRIg/SXrVGCznIhI/AAAAAAAABgI/BGwQjthlJ68/S220/P1230546.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108463111984428922.post-6020324024221456023</id><published>2008-11-05T21:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T22:00:20.429-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humility.'/><title type='text'>Humble Hearts</title><content type='html'>Humility: "The state or quality of being humble; freedom from pride and arrogance; lowliness of mind; a modest estimate of one's own worth; a sense of one's own unworthiness through imperfection and sinfulness; self-abasement; humbleness."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a difficult state of being. Even at our best, we often regard "successes" as being attributed to our hard work and "failures" as the outcome of bad luck or the result of the shortcomings of others. I often get an idea in my head and I'm right, darn it. No one is going to tell me otherwise- when people are finally able to reach &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; ultimate conclusion, they'll see just how right I am. HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I was reminded of my daily struggle to acknowledge my utter incompetence in so many areas; not that I should dismiss them in favor of those areas in which I am more well-versed, but that I should humble my heart and my mind and seek to learn from those who know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108463111984428922-6020324024221456023?l=ishowerdaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishowerdaily.blogspot.com/feeds/6020324024221456023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6108463111984428922&amp;postID=6020324024221456023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108463111984428922/posts/default/6020324024221456023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108463111984428922/posts/default/6020324024221456023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishowerdaily.blogspot.com/2008/11/humble-hearts.html' title='Humble Hearts'/><author><name>.carolann.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11551242232905352478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOXjse2DRIg/SXrVGCznIhI/AAAAAAAABgI/BGwQjthlJ68/S220/P1230546.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108463111984428922.post-7759303595066074267</id><published>2008-08-25T01:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T22:06:15.046-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love. church.'/><title type='text'>Love.</title><content type='html'>I suppose the "theme" of my summer has been love. I'm not talking about mushy-touchy-feely guy/girl relationship love (not that it is a bad thing). I'm talking about honest, I-care-about-you-because-God-does love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As situations present themselves and it becomes necessary to make a tough call (relationally speaking), I'm challenged with a question- "how can I respond in love?" It can be overwhelming enough to listen and process the situation itself without even thinking about a response, let alone a loving response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My church (Faith Community Church, Santa Cruz) has been working through the book of Hosea this summer- God coming into the "red-light district" of planet earth to love us. The prophet Hosea truly is remarkable. The book begins in an unexpected way: "2 When the LORD began to speak through Hosea, the LORD said to him, "Go, take to yourself an adulterous wife and children of unfaithfulness, because the land is guilty of the vilest adultery in departing from the LORD." 3 So he married Gomer daughter of Diblaim, and she conceived and bore him a son."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who does that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The overarching message of this book is a metaphor about God's relentless love for a people who have proved themselves unfaithful time and time again. Derek Webb, a phenomenal songwriter, spoke at a conference here at Mount Hermon this last week. Although he pulled the idea from the book of Ezekiel, his song "Wedding Dress" captures the idea of Hosea in a very creative way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;If you could love me as a wife&lt;br /&gt;And for my wedding gift, your life&lt;br /&gt;Should that be all I’d ever need?&lt;br /&gt;Or is there more I’m looking for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And should I read between the lines&lt;br /&gt;And look for blessings in disguise&lt;br /&gt;To make me handsome, rich, and wise&lt;br /&gt;Is that really what you want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause I am a whore I do confess&lt;br /&gt;But I put you on just like a wedding dress&lt;br /&gt;And I run down the aisle, I run down the aisle&lt;br /&gt;I’m a prodigal with no way home&lt;br /&gt;But I put you on just like a ring of gold&lt;br /&gt;And I run down the aisle&lt;br /&gt;I run down the aisle to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So could you love this bastard child?&lt;br /&gt;Though I don’t trust you to provide&lt;br /&gt;With one hand in a pot of gold&lt;br /&gt;And with the other in your side&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause I am so easily satisfied&lt;br /&gt;By the call of lovers so less wild&lt;br /&gt;That I would take a little cash&lt;br /&gt;Over your very flesh and blood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus x2]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because money cannot buy&lt;br /&gt;A husband’s jealous eye&lt;br /&gt;When you have knowingly deceived his wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An interesting point to ponder...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108463111984428922-7759303595066074267?l=ishowerdaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishowerdaily.blogspot.com/feeds/7759303595066074267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6108463111984428922&amp;postID=7759303595066074267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108463111984428922/posts/default/7759303595066074267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108463111984428922/posts/default/7759303595066074267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishowerdaily.blogspot.com/2008/08/love.html' title='Love.'/><author><name>.carolann.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11551242232905352478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOXjse2DRIg/SXrVGCznIhI/AAAAAAAABgI/BGwQjthlJ68/S220/P1230546.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108463111984428922.post-4405191908970109154</id><published>2008-08-25T00:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T01:01:05.942-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Purpose'/><title type='text'>Welcome</title><content type='html'>This summer has probably been one of the most challenging, stretching summers of my "adult" life. As I continue to seek out just what it is that God has for me to do on Earth, I am often surprised by the things I learn about/from Him. What began as desperate cries (literally, tears) during my morning showers has developed into an active prayer life. I hope to share some of this journey with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108463111984428922-4405191908970109154?l=ishowerdaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishowerdaily.blogspot.com/feeds/4405191908970109154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6108463111984428922&amp;postID=4405191908970109154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108463111984428922/posts/default/4405191908970109154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108463111984428922/posts/default/4405191908970109154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishowerdaily.blogspot.com/2008/08/welcome.html' title='Welcome'/><author><name>.carolann.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11551242232905352478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOXjse2DRIg/SXrVGCznIhI/AAAAAAAABgI/BGwQjthlJ68/S220/P1230546.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
