<?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-8329809345122471989</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:06:56.217-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Path  Forward.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottie1981.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329809345122471989/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottie1981.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07477512899139320111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f42tB_9G6DQ/R5zYCY7m9rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CjECztWrzwM/S220/web_scott.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329809345122471989.post-4486587436741830960</id><published>2012-02-08T15:02:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T15:17:33.697-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rememberig what got me to this place.</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif][if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif][if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 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         &lt;/span&gt;But, his delight is in the law of the Lord, and on His law he meditates day and night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.5in; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;1:3&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;He is like a tree planted by streams of water that yields its fruit in its season, and its leaf does&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;b style=""&gt;not wither.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In all that he does, he prospers.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.5in; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1:4&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;The wicked are not so, but are like chaff that the wind drives away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.5in; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1:5&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;Therefore the wicked will not stand in the judgment, nor sinners in the congregation of the righteous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.5in; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.5in; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;John 15:1-17 ESV&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.5in; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.5in; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.5in; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;15:1&lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;“I am the true vine, and my Father is the vinedresser. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.5in; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;15:2&lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;Every branch of mine that does not bear fruit e takes away, and every branch that does bear fruit he prunes, that it may bear more fruit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.5in; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;15:3&lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;Already you are clean because of the word that I have spoken to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.5in; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;15:4&lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;Abide in &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;me, and I in you.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As the branch cannot bear fruit by itself, unless it abides in the vine, neither can you, unless you abide in me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.5in; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;15:5&lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;I am the vine; you are the branches. Whosoever aides in me and I in him, he is that bears much fruit, for apart from me you can do nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.5in; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;15:6&lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;If anyone does not abide in me he is thrown away like a branch and withers; and the branches are gathered, and thrown into the fire, and burned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.5in; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;15:7&lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;IF you abide in me, and my words abide in you, ask whatever you wish, and it will b done for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.5in; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;15:8&lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;By this my Father is glorified, that you bear much fruit and so prove to be my disciple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.5in; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;15:9&lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;As the Father has loved m, so have I loved you.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Abide in my love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.5in; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;15:10&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;If you keep my commandments, you will abide in my love, just as I have kept my Father’s commandments and abide in his love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.5in; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;15:11&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;These things I have spoken to you , that my joy may be n you, and that your joy may be full.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.5in; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;15:12&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;This is my commandment, that you love one another as I have loved you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.5in; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;15:13&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;Greater loe has no one than this, that someone lays down his live for his friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.5in; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;15:14&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;You are my friends if you do what I command you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.5in; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;15:15&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;No longer do I cll you servants, for the servant does not know what his master is doing; but I have called you friends, for all that I have heard from my Father I have made known to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.5in; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;15:16&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;You did not choose me, but I chose you and appointed you that you should go and&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;bear fruit and that your fruit should abide, so that whatever you ask the Father in my name, he may give to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.5in; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;15:17&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;These things I command you, so that you will love one another.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.5in; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.5in; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The passages quoted above struck me.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The theme of the two passages seems obviously similar and yet within the second passage we see the root, the completion, and the result of the first.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The things mentioned in these passages are not possible apart from God, but it is God through Christ that makes these things possible.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For it is God that chose us, it is God who chose us, it is Christ who made us righteous, and it is through Christ by means of the Spirit that we bear fruit so that we remain in Him because He is in us.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;By means of a couple conversations I have had in recent days with people who I know care a great deal for me I was convicted that I had not read scripture as much as I should have been.  With the lack of reading and meditation came anxiousness, frustration, and worry.  Things that I had prayed for and prepared for for a long time where coming to be because of my dedication and preparation for them.  But, it seems as though once I was blessed with the answer to prayers I set aside the prayer and meditation on such things, forgetting that in fact the prayer and meditation had only begun and that God's gift to me was only the beginning of what He has in store for me.   The passages above have seemed to speak to what I was feeling and lacking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329809345122471989-4486587436741830960?l=scottie1981.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottie1981.blogspot.com/feeds/4486587436741830960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329809345122471989&amp;postID=4486587436741830960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329809345122471989/posts/default/4486587436741830960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329809345122471989/posts/default/4486587436741830960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottie1981.blogspot.com/2012/02/normal-0-false-false-false.html' title='Rememberig what got me to this place.'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07477512899139320111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f42tB_9G6DQ/R5zYCY7m9rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CjECztWrzwM/S220/web_scott.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329809345122471989.post-8694166933648276264</id><published>2011-09-03T02:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T03:27:42.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A missionary heart and a broken body.</title><content type='html'>&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-ESV-24208"&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-ESV-24208"&gt;16&lt;/sup&gt;Now the eleven disciples went to Galilee, to the mountain to which Jesus had directed them. &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-ESV-24209"&gt;17&lt;/sup&gt;And when they saw him they worshiped him, but some doubted. &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-ESV-24210"&gt;18&lt;/sup&gt;And Jesus came and said to them, &lt;span class="woj"&gt; "All authority in heaven and on earth has been given to me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-ESV-24211"&gt;19&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="woj"&gt; Go therefore and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-ESV-24212"&gt;20&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="woj"&gt;teaching them to observe all that I have commanded you. And behold, I am with you always, to the end of the age." Mathew 28:16-20 (ESV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This is a passage of Scripture that has both inspired me and caused me  great heartache.  My heart leads me to go but my body would seem to  prevent this.  From a profound visual impairment  to a disability that  hinders mobility.  How can this passage be carried out by someone in my  position?  While I understand that there are plenty of opportunities in my home community, state, and country my heart also longs to "Go".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allow me to digress a bit for a moment to say this.  I am discouraged when missionaries express sorrow for returning home either after service or to begin a new method of service.  This discourages me not because I do not have compassion for their longing for their ministry home, but because I long to hear of their service, provide ministry to them in their return home, and to perhaps help to prepare the way for them to go out again.  So to the missionary who returns home either for a long term or a short term.  Know that your home country misses you too and we long to hear from you directly about your experiences and blessings and to to contribute to your emotional, spiritual, and physical restoration.  (I believe I am often misunderstood in my frustration at the discouragement of missionaries when they return home).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the topic at hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some interesting opportunities have presented themselves to me since coming to Louisville:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I did a little research on mission organizations that minister specifically to Europe (Europe has always been on my heart as long as I have been a Christian),  this search lead to a group called "&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wwww.gemission.org"&gt;Greater Europe Mission&lt;/a&gt;,"  this is an organization that deals specifically with Europe  while also working in Northern Africa.&lt;br /&gt;Second, I am researching opportunities to teach in Asia specifically S. Korea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has shown m once again that if His Word says something then in what it says it will not return void.  While it is true that both of these opportunities will be difficult they are not impossible.  See &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Phil%204:12-13&amp;amp;version=ESV"&gt;Phil. 4:12-13  &lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Small prayer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks be to God for taking me where I have been, leading me to where I will go, and making the journey possible.  I rejoice that God has placed me in a home country that has given me the ability to dream bigger then my abilities would indicate possible.  I know that that these things where brought about by God and I rejoice in Him for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="woj"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="woj"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329809345122471989-8694166933648276264?l=scottie1981.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottie1981.blogspot.com/feeds/8694166933648276264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329809345122471989&amp;postID=8694166933648276264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329809345122471989/posts/default/8694166933648276264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329809345122471989/posts/default/8694166933648276264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottie1981.blogspot.com/2011/09/missionary-heart-and-broken-body.html' title='A missionary heart and a broken body.'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07477512899139320111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f42tB_9G6DQ/R5zYCY7m9rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CjECztWrzwM/S220/web_scott.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329809345122471989.post-2997721127201099547</id><published>2009-03-29T23:48:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T00:24:39.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Searching for restoration, a look at the Psalms and Salvation</title><content type='html'>To say that the last year has been a stressful one would be putting it mildly this year has been a year that has shaken me to my core.  With the loss of a mother and a father within the last year I have found myself gasping for air.&lt;br /&gt;I have had so much advice, but little encouragement. so much advice and so little help.  I have never felt more alone in my life then I do now.  Alone to the point that it has caused me to search my heart for salvation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reflect on &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Ps.%2051;&amp;amp;version=77;"&gt;Psalm 51&lt;/a&gt; and Romans &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Romans%205:1-11;&amp;amp;version=77;"&gt;5:1-11&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have chosen to reflect on these passages as the first is a prayer for restoration, and the other speaks of the power of Christ in suffering.&lt;br /&gt;I have been put in a place that I have never been, and honestly in a place that I hope I never find myself again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sin has never been made more evident to me, my inadequacy made more plain.  So I start by repenting, I have not trusted God as I should have.  I have not loved Him as I should have.  At times I have blamed Him for my sadness.  If I where to redo anything would I chose to take my mom from glory only for her to suffer?  Would I change things so that my dad would have stayed longer to help me in my selfishness?  They are realizing their salvation and who am I a weak incapable man to be sad because of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I ask God to "restore unto me the joy of my salvation," may I hope for it as much as my parents have realized it.  May I long to share my joy with those who know no such joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a search for the reason for my affliction I have found the answer in Romans 5:1-11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this passage we are told since we have been saved "therefore rejoice in our afflictions. because our afflictions lead to endurance, endurance leads to proven character and proven character to hope."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope in what? Hope in Christ, our afflictions lead us back to Christ and is salvation.  How can we rejoice? Salvation.  This is how we can look at where we are no matter how bad and when we look at it though the eyes of our salvation it cannot compare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we see that Christ has seen fit to redeem us we can do nothing but rejoice.  This is why Paul can make the claim that "all things work for the good of those who love the Lord" Rom 8:28, because even those "bad" things when God applies the fullness of his glory to them they can do nothing but work for us by the power of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God bless my readers and may this post provide encouragement to you, for some of you I know are wearyand in need as I am weary and in need. May we find our needs met in Christ  and may we draw closer in relationship through Christ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329809345122471989-2997721127201099547?l=scottie1981.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottie1981.blogspot.com/feeds/2997721127201099547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329809345122471989&amp;postID=2997721127201099547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329809345122471989/posts/default/2997721127201099547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329809345122471989/posts/default/2997721127201099547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottie1981.blogspot.com/2009/03/searching-for-restoration-look-at.html' title='Searching for restoration, a look at the Psalms and Salvation'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07477512899139320111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f42tB_9G6DQ/R5zYCY7m9rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CjECztWrzwM/S220/web_scott.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329809345122471989.post-2836399128024989891</id><published>2008-09-12T23:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T00:06:27.129-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Joy in Sorrow</title><content type='html'>If not for You my heart would break.&lt;br /&gt;If not for You I would find no Joy&lt;br /&gt;If not your joy I would see no purpose for the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart indeed is broken, you you put it back together with the skill of a master.  Within your hands my heart rests. I find more sadness then joy now, and from You comes my only joy.  It is for You I get up and wipe away the tears,  but it is not only for You but by You I rise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know not the reason for the sorrow, but I trust You.  I see not the purpose but I trust You. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My God I run to You hold me for a while for I am weary, restore to me my joy.  Put back together my broken heart.  As you work protect me for I am week.  In you I find my refuge even when I have no strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Protect me, love me, restore me for you are my God.  For you are my God when things are good and full of joy.  You are my God when I can find no other joy except the joy that is found in you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329809345122471989-2836399128024989891?l=scottie1981.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottie1981.blogspot.com/feeds/2836399128024989891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329809345122471989&amp;postID=2836399128024989891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329809345122471989/posts/default/2836399128024989891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329809345122471989/posts/default/2836399128024989891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottie1981.blogspot.com/2008/09/joy-in-sorrow.html' title='Joy in Sorrow'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07477512899139320111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f42tB_9G6DQ/R5zYCY7m9rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CjECztWrzwM/S220/web_scott.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329809345122471989.post-6427538843261909001</id><published>2008-07-19T18:19:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T18:57:39.668-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Smile Returns: A Trip to Southern Seminary and More.</title><content type='html'>I went on a campus visit this week (Wednesday and Thursday to be exact).  It was well worth the trip in many ways. I got out of the house for the first time in a while, days where beginning to run together, so it was great just to get away from home and even out of Illinois if only for a short time.&lt;br /&gt;    The hospitality of the &lt;a href="http://sbts.edu"&gt;S.B.T.S.&lt;/a&gt; was impressive.  The had made an error with my room reservation that took all of five minutes to fix.  Meals where taken care of as well for me and my guest.  I really think that I could start to love this place.  I got lost on purpose once just so I could see the friendliness of the people, I was not disappointed.  The campus is beautiful and there  where obvious  improvements going on which was good to see.&lt;br /&gt;   I suppose I could talk about the Academics which I resist talking about.  They are by far one of the most intellectually talented faculty I have researched so far.  But yet again that was not what impressed me the most it was once again the hospitality. I spoke with a professor named Dr. Greenway, he is a teacher in the Applied Apologetics program (the program that I would be in).  We spent more time talking about life and God then we did business and School.  The time for that talk is approaching fast enough, no need to rush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   My visit was not all business however. I met up with a friend who I had not seen in a good while.  It was a good visit though I wish it could have been longer.  She is working hard in her studies at Southern, and even in the short visit we had I could see a growth spiritually.  She is by far one of the most spiritually mature women  I have met, I look forward to seeing what God can do when her school is over and she heads into the field of missions.  I truly did enjoy that time as these last few months have been a stressful time for me it was a nice change pace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for me as I begin the transition into this next phase of  education and more importantly life.  I never expected to be at a University let alone a Grad school.  God had truly made more of me then I though I could ever be. I cannot take credit for my success God has placed so many people and events in my life.  It is only by the placing of these pieces by a skilled and loving creator that makes what I am doing possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to all of you.  Thanks for being willing to help me on this journey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329809345122471989-6427538843261909001?l=scottie1981.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottie1981.blogspot.com/feeds/6427538843261909001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329809345122471989&amp;postID=6427538843261909001' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329809345122471989/posts/default/6427538843261909001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329809345122471989/posts/default/6427538843261909001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottie1981.blogspot.com/2008/07/smile-returns.html' title='The Smile Returns: A Trip to Southern Seminary and More.'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07477512899139320111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f42tB_9G6DQ/R5zYCY7m9rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CjECztWrzwM/S220/web_scott.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329809345122471989.post-6690463309682499512</id><published>2008-06-19T01:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T01:19:27.495-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Funny Story</title><content type='html'>Typically I try to provide my readers with serious posts that matter, well thats not what this is.  I shall take a break from that for this post and share a funny story of something that happened at church on Father's day.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    Every Mother's day and Father's day a lady in our church provides a small gift for mothers and fathers.  The last couple of years she has been giving me a gift on Father's day.  I don't know why as I am not a father. Well last Sunday was no different.  I was given a gift and my mentor(who is also our interim pastor) said "Scott I see you have a gift there, I didn't know you had children.  What exactly are they teaching you in St. Louis?"  I can honestly say that is the first time in a long time I have been made speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Currently Reading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Culture Shift-Albert Mohler&lt;br /&gt;Nine Marks of a Healthy Church-Mark Dever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Currently Listening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Gaither Vocal Band&lt;br /&gt;David Phelps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Currently Studying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Relationships&lt;br /&gt;Manhood&lt;br /&gt;Redemption&lt;br /&gt;The book of Hebrews&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Prayer Requests&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My Church-We are struggling greatly&lt;br /&gt;Our country&lt;br /&gt;My family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do hope everyone is well.  I will be posting again this week maybe even twice.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329809345122471989-6690463309682499512?l=scottie1981.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottie1981.blogspot.com/feeds/6690463309682499512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329809345122471989&amp;postID=6690463309682499512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329809345122471989/posts/default/6690463309682499512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329809345122471989/posts/default/6690463309682499512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottie1981.blogspot.com/2008/06/funny-story.html' title='A Funny Story'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07477512899139320111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f42tB_9G6DQ/R5zYCY7m9rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CjECztWrzwM/S220/web_scott.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329809345122471989.post-4477554320080732000</id><published>2008-05-11T20:13:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T22:54:22.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To my Mother</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"His master said to him, 'Well done, good and faithful slave You were faithful with a few things, I will put you in charge of many things; enter into the joy of your master."  Mathew 25:21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I think about my mother on this mothers day and the work that Christ was able to do through her I am amazed.  She worked at many things: The mother of an adopted daughter, a disabled son, a girl scout leader, and a teacher of many in Bible school.  I watched you fight and win a battle with cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"For I am confident of this very thing, that He who began a good work in you will perfect it until the day of Christ Jesus. "                                                  Philippians 1:6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat with you as your work came to an end.  I waited with you as you waited to see your master.  This work was not done for people but for Him.  This is what made you special, you taught us how to love God in spite of what tasks we given.  You taught us to love God because of the task not in spite of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="en-ESV-30474" class="sup"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span id="en-ESV-30474" class="sup"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;For in this way there will be richly provided for you an entrance into the eternal kingdom of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ."                                  2 Peter 1:11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I long to know the joy you felt as you met Jesus that day,  I will be with you again but I still have work to do.  I will take those things you taught me and use them.  I hope that I will make you proud of me.  I hope that I will meet a lady that you would be proud of.  I love you, and miss you so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am proud to have called you Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In loving memory of Mom:&lt;br /&gt;Susan L. Mitchell&lt;br /&gt;May, 29th, 1956-February, 7th,  2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329809345122471989-4477554320080732000?l=scottie1981.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottie1981.blogspot.com/feeds/4477554320080732000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329809345122471989&amp;postID=4477554320080732000' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329809345122471989/posts/default/4477554320080732000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329809345122471989/posts/default/4477554320080732000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottie1981.blogspot.com/2008/05/his-master-said-to-him-well-done-good.html' title='To my Mother'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07477512899139320111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f42tB_9G6DQ/R5zYCY7m9rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CjECztWrzwM/S220/web_scott.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329809345122471989.post-5125188920528350063</id><published>2008-05-03T00:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T01:11:18.738-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking  back on the semester.</title><content type='html'>I can honestly say there has never been a semester at MBU that didn't present its own unique challenge for me.  Be it working around a disability. getting used to relationships or the possibility of relationships, or dealing with family struggles far from home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   2007-08 has been no different but the  level was indeed raised to a new high.  The worsening of my mothers heath was nothing new we had been dealing with this for 11 years.  I would soon find this year to be very different.  In that Fall mom got worse and began treatments at Barnes Jewish Hospital, new treatment new hope.  By December her health would be worse I chose to return to school somehow knowing I would be home soon.  By February, I knew my life would be changed forever.&lt;br /&gt;   Mom past away at 10:55 AM Thursday, February, 7th. after a week of caring for her.  My Job was the night shift, I would sit and watch momma and pray.  "Please do not let her suffer, she loves you lord please take her home". I would sit in Mommas room with my winter jacket on because momma was hot so we had the AC on and all the fans.&lt;br /&gt;   I sat and held her hand the morning she passed away, no sign of agony on her face just peace. I laid down a bit only to be awakened by my brother telling me to go sit with mom she doesn't have much time left.  I sat and still the same peace.  Oh to know what Jesus was saying to her at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom has been gone for almost 3 months now, just went to see the monument last Saturday.  Sort of brought all things into perspective.  &lt;br /&gt;It reminded me of something John Piper said:  God is not the most satisfied in times of happiness and we praise him, but it is  when the pain seems unbearable and we say God IS ENOUGH."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I have learned this semester GOD IS ENOUGH.  The semester turned out good grades not to bad. I discovered the awesomeness of friends, and have found new people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to sum up the semester I would say GOD IS ENOUGH!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329809345122471989-5125188920528350063?l=scottie1981.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottie1981.blogspot.com/feeds/5125188920528350063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329809345122471989&amp;postID=5125188920528350063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329809345122471989/posts/default/5125188920528350063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329809345122471989/posts/default/5125188920528350063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottie1981.blogspot.com/2008/05/reflectin-back-on-semester.html' title='Looking  back on the semester.'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07477512899139320111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f42tB_9G6DQ/R5zYCY7m9rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CjECztWrzwM/S220/web_scott.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329809345122471989.post-3599906085560157755</id><published>2008-04-12T14:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T15:59:31.158-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Early Morning SpongeBob</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f42tB_9G6DQ/SAETorcrm_I/AAAAAAAAAAg/d3phP9oy6Jc/s1600-h/spongebob-squarepants-300-032607.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f42tB_9G6DQ/SAETorcrm_I/AAAAAAAAAAg/d3phP9oy6Jc/s320/spongebob-squarepants-300-032607.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188449835286240242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So apparently around 8:30 AM I woke up and watched a few moments of SpongeBob.  What makes this interesting is that I had no idea.  I remember wakeing up and going to the little boys room, but it was a shock to me when John Shaw asked me if I remembered watching SpongeBob?  I was informed that the T.V. was blaring.  I didn't even know sleep watching T.V. was possible.  Though if people can sleep and eat I guess it is possible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I may sleep watch some more T.V. this evening, maybe this is an evolution of my cognitive abilities.  Join me in a dream and we can watch SpongeBob together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SWEET DREAMS and HAPPY WATCHING.!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329809345122471989-3599906085560157755?l=scottie1981.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottie1981.blogspot.com/feeds/3599906085560157755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329809345122471989&amp;postID=3599906085560157755' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329809345122471989/posts/default/3599906085560157755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329809345122471989/posts/default/3599906085560157755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottie1981.blogspot.com/2008/04/early-morning-spongebob.html' title='Early Morning SpongeBob'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07477512899139320111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f42tB_9G6DQ/R5zYCY7m9rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CjECztWrzwM/S220/web_scott.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f42tB_9G6DQ/SAETorcrm_I/AAAAAAAAAAg/d3phP9oy6Jc/s72-c/spongebob-squarepants-300-032607.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329809345122471989.post-5960343653222563436</id><published>2008-04-02T14:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T14:54:57.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On Doubting God.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There have been many questions to pass through my mind in the last couple of months.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I ask my self was I a good son?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Did we do all that we could to get her the help she needed?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What is God’s plan in this?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;In all of these questions there was always a foundation.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Not a foundation of cold-hard facts but the foundation that God provides us.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This foundation is He.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It seems to me that when people our scared, hurt, sad, or confused they tend to doubt the foundation.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When bad things happen we run to God but then we doubt Him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;All the while the foundation remains.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;We must learn that when we have an issue with doubt concerning God that issue lies with us.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Circumstances can be tough, questions may arise, but there is still the foundation.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In our search for answers to questions may we search what God says about Himself and not what others say about God.  Let us not rely on others to relieve our doubt but let us run to God and rest in Him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For in this time of doubt we must stay to what is constent outside sources are variable.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;God is constant.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Wait for the LORD;&lt;br /&gt;be strong and take heart&lt;br /&gt;and wait for the LORD."&lt;br /&gt;   Psalm 27:14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329809345122471989-5960343653222563436?l=scottie1981.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottie1981.blogspot.com/feeds/5960343653222563436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329809345122471989&amp;postID=5960343653222563436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329809345122471989/posts/default/5960343653222563436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329809345122471989/posts/default/5960343653222563436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottie1981.blogspot.com/2008/04/on-doubting-god.html' title='On Doubting God.'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07477512899139320111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f42tB_9G6DQ/R5zYCY7m9rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CjECztWrzwM/S220/web_scott.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329809345122471989.post-5839572246598804700</id><published>2008-03-13T23:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T00:05:04.857-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An Awesome Spring Break?</title><content type='html'>Going into spring break I was worried.  I had plans for this spring break, plans that where changed after the event that took place on February. 7th at 10:55 AM.  Somehow, I am not mad, sad yes not mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have spent the bulk of my time cleaning house, watching TV, and watching Dad sleep while trying to watch TV with dad when he gets home from work.  Not at all what I had planed back in December.  My original plans where to spend much needed time with Mom.  She had not been well so I wanted to spend time with her.  Nothing special just have lunch with her and talk.  We would also watch a rerun of a show she had seen so many times before, but this is what her time was consumed with now that her freedom had been taken from her do to sickness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring break 08 mom is loving Jesus and not in some boring way that we do she is loving Jesus, in that give him an actual hug sort of way.  Her pain and sorrow melted away by His glory. her eyes clear once more.  She is restored.  What is all the better is that this will never ever end.  This is endless.  She suffered for a short time. to live for a long time.  Oh the joy I find in my sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ask my why I'm a Christian I may give you more then on reason, but now I say I am a Christian because with Christ,  my suffering has purpose, I am suffering for SomeONE  not because of some thing.  That is what made Momma special not because of who she was and what she did but because of WHO'S she was and WHO she did it for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So our life is truly about Christ and not about us and thats not a bad thing that is just plain AWESOME.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329809345122471989-5839572246598804700?l=scottie1981.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottie1981.blogspot.com/feeds/5839572246598804700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329809345122471989&amp;postID=5839572246598804700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329809345122471989/posts/default/5839572246598804700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329809345122471989/posts/default/5839572246598804700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottie1981.blogspot.com/2008/03/awesome-spring-break.html' title='An Awesome Spring Break?'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07477512899139320111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f42tB_9G6DQ/R5zYCY7m9rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CjECztWrzwM/S220/web_scott.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329809345122471989.post-2082975406773576494</id><published>2008-03-01T16:28:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T23:23:19.211-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Back in the Swing of Things</title><content type='html'>I am back to school now.  I find myself just going through the motions of school and not being active in the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since coming back to school I have tried to get back to a "normal" schedule; unfortunately, that has been hindered by snow days, testing days, and just being very far behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My return has also been met with sadness, not only for me but for my brother and sister Jon and Lisa Hessel and their family.  My prayer is that the family would come to love Christ in a stronger way through this tragedy and that through this time of pain that Christ would be made known throughout.  My heart aches for my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making up the work:&lt;br /&gt;I have began an Independent study in my Greek class so now I have the benefit of not one good teacher, but two.  (Thank you God for taking care of this  class, it was a worry.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will also be writing an extra paper for my Letters of Paul class due to the fact that I got like a 44% on the midterm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other then that, all is good.  I didn't realize how much time I missed, but it was close to a month.  It sure didn't feel like that long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promised some Bible didn't I?  It is coming...especially in light of the last couple of weeks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329809345122471989-2082975406773576494?l=scottie1981.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottie1981.blogspot.com/feeds/2082975406773576494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329809345122471989&amp;postID=2082975406773576494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329809345122471989/posts/default/2082975406773576494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329809345122471989/posts/default/2082975406773576494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottie1981.blogspot.com/2008/03/getting-back-in-swing-of-things.html' title='Getting Back in the Swing of Things'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07477512899139320111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f42tB_9G6DQ/R5zYCY7m9rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CjECztWrzwM/S220/web_scott.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329809345122471989.post-1162794094856768699</id><published>2008-02-22T16:54:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T03:09:24.339-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Measure of a Man</title><content type='html'>I must say that the idea of manhood has been on my mind a lot for many different reasons.&lt;br /&gt;One reason would be the over usage of the term "perfect man" that has popped up in many notes on Facebook and in responses to those notes.&lt;br /&gt;The second reason is that the recent lose of my mother has forced me to take a look at the man that is my father.&lt;br /&gt;And the third would be the Bible, and how it relates to me as a man, and how it seems to play a very small part in the search for a man (if it plays any part at all).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First let me start by saying, there has only been one perfect man to ever live and He wasn't married. This would seem to indicate that the odds of finding a perfect man are very slim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   To the notes on Facebook I would respond:  While many of the qualities that were mentioned within the notes were good, all of those qualities could be grouped into what one could call a Christian man. I must say that the characteristics that frustrated me in the notes would be the physical ones. Those characteristics are the most changeable ones and yet they seem to receive the most attention in relationships or in the search for those relationships. Look for those who have the less than perfect smile, or maybe don't walk so good, or can't see  two feet in front of them.  Those people have most likely seen a few battles in their day and may have something to offer that requires you to look deeper to find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   On to the second reason: The recent loss  of my mother has caused me to focus on things regarding relationships and so much more.  I had the honor and pleasure to watch a man care for and deal with the loss of his wife.  I had an opportunity to look at old pictures of the family (man...at one time I was one hot dude).  I noticed a picture of my mom that just blew me away. She was beautiful! She was 23 or something at the time of the picture.  She looked good!  Over the years,  life happened; work, motherhood, and illness changed her outward appearance, but all the while it was making her heart all the more beautiful. This was the picture my dad saw, and I did too, but not to the degree he did.  To him she was still that 23 year old beauty that we only now see in pictures. To him she was and is the most beautiful woman he has ever seen. Whether it is the picture of physical beauty, or the picture that raised three children and fought and beat cancer for 11 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Why did I say all of this about my mom? I am talking about men right?  Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   If you are looking for a man, find one that looks at you the same way all the time, and is still blown away by you even while you have the needle of an I.V. in your arm receiving your weekly treatment.  May you look for that man that prefers the no-hair look to a wig that just isn't you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third part of my thought, and certainly not the least, is the Bible. An entire chapter is devoted to the search for a Godly woman in Proverbs 31; however, I can find no complement in the Bible in regards to finding a Godly man.  The only example I can find is Jesus. When you look for a man, look for Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't look for perfection in a man because that is something you will never find. Instead, look for a man that is being perfected by Christ.  He may not say the right thing all the time and he may even forget your birthday.  He probably won't look the best either.  But through the years you will find you didn't marry the best, you married someone who is being perfected by the best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329809345122471989-1162794094856768699?l=scottie1981.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottie1981.blogspot.com/feeds/1162794094856768699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329809345122471989&amp;postID=1162794094856768699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329809345122471989/posts/default/1162794094856768699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329809345122471989/posts/default/1162794094856768699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottie1981.blogspot.com/2008/02/measure-of-man.html' title='The Measure of a Man'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07477512899139320111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f42tB_9G6DQ/R5zYCY7m9rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CjECztWrzwM/S220/web_scott.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329809345122471989.post-3587665767642556949</id><published>2008-02-15T11:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T12:14:25.670-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Longest Yet Shortest Week of My Life.</title><content type='html'>It has been a long while since my last post.  Many things have happened. all of them good in one way or another.  I found out in the last week many things and in upcoming blogs I will discuss all of them at length. &lt;br /&gt;1.  I have a better understanding of Awesomeness of God.&lt;br /&gt;2.  I have a better understanding of the meaning of friendships.&lt;br /&gt;3.  I have a better understanding of the power of prayer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    So as fare as the last week goes, it started out with two very quick trips to and from St. Louis.  Mom had been sick for quite some time and was once again not feeling well (I did not know at this to me seriousness of the situation).  It was just going to be a routine visit home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    The first time I went home it was mom's condition is getting worse, but she will get better.  I told mom and dad that I would be going to Louisville over the weekend and would be back the next Saturday(that would have been this Saturday).  That would never happen however Mom passed away last Thursday, one week ago yesterday.  (I find the last sentence hard to type).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    In all of this I can find happiness however, I found out the depth of my MBU friendships.  I have always heard that MoBap was a family, but I always thought no they are a college.  I found out this last week that yes we are a family.  The respect that I was shown by my family at MoBap was enough to humble me and to cause me to praise God for them.   As I now grieve I know I have a college family who is there for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all of you I say thank you!   I will be back soon God bless all of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329809345122471989-3587665767642556949?l=scottie1981.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottie1981.blogspot.com/feeds/3587665767642556949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329809345122471989&amp;postID=3587665767642556949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329809345122471989/posts/default/3587665767642556949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329809345122471989/posts/default/3587665767642556949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottie1981.blogspot.com/2008/02/longest-yet-shortest-week-of-my-life.html' title='The Longest Yet Shortest Week of My Life.'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07477512899139320111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f42tB_9G6DQ/R5zYCY7m9rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CjECztWrzwM/S220/web_scott.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329809345122471989.post-1099415128874165077</id><published>2008-02-01T22:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T23:08:43.841-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I love my Mobap family.</title><content type='html'>I am writing this post to my M.B.U family.  I love you all and cherish your prayers.  I do not know what the future holds but let me name a few things I do know.  I have many awesome friends at M.B.U.  My family and I know that there are so many people praying for us and on behalf of them I say thank you.&lt;br /&gt;    I have enjoyed the snow that came, as I have said in a past blog I love how things look with a fresh blanket of snow.  We didn't get as much snow as we thought we might here at home, though I have heard that St. Louis did.  Stay safe!!!&lt;br /&gt;   I received an unexpected blessing, the Greek test is delayed 1 week this will give me a chance to spend time with family and get things squared away for mom when she comes home from the hospital this weekend.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;    Let me say I love Jesus, it is only through Him that I keep my head up.  "His grace is sufficient for me."&lt;br /&gt;    Mom and I talked about that particular verse before I left to come back to school.  She had mentioned that she had prayed many times to be healed and still she continues to be sick. I told her,"Now you understand better then must what Paul understood when God told him, "My grace is sufficient for you".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    No matter what the future holds, I know this I love the Lord, and so does my family.  May God be made known  through this time of stress and sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Why do I love MoBap because? Because they love me. moreover they love  Jesus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329809345122471989-1099415128874165077?l=scottie1981.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottie1981.blogspot.com/feeds/1099415128874165077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329809345122471989&amp;postID=1099415128874165077' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329809345122471989/posts/default/1099415128874165077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329809345122471989/posts/default/1099415128874165077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottie1981.blogspot.com/2008/02/why-i-love-my-mobap-family.html' title='Why I love my Mobap family.'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07477512899139320111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f42tB_9G6DQ/R5zYCY7m9rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CjECztWrzwM/S220/web_scott.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329809345122471989.post-558607006814736039</id><published>2008-01-30T22:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T22:58:25.363-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Day Anyone?</title><content type='html'>I am thinking about the possibility of a snow day.  The kid part of me wants a snow day. I have not played in the snow for a long long long time.  It just isn't physically practical for me.  I would love just not to be practical sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;    I have learn that I am a very calculated person.  I plan things way in advance and rarely do I just do things I would love just to be spontaneous  once in my life.  Maybe a random road trip.  Though I would have to plan for a ride. LOL&lt;br /&gt;    Why do I want a snow just to be stranded inside a dorm room?  To be honest it is because to be honest snow is one of the most beautiful things to me.  MBU just looks awesome when under a blanket of snow.  May we never grow so big that we loose that beauty.  To be quite honest the beauty of the campus was one of the things that attract me to the campus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that I don't like about this snow is that I need to get home.  It is going to snow from here to home.  I want to see the family and check in on mom who is not doing to well but still in good spirits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goal is to post again this week we shall see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329809345122471989-558607006814736039?l=scottie1981.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottie1981.blogspot.com/feeds/558607006814736039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329809345122471989&amp;postID=558607006814736039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329809345122471989/posts/default/558607006814736039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329809345122471989/posts/default/558607006814736039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottie1981.blogspot.com/2008/01/snow-day-anyone.html' title='Snow Day Anyone?'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07477512899139320111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f42tB_9G6DQ/R5zYCY7m9rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CjECztWrzwM/S220/web_scott.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329809345122471989.post-417638547016942532</id><published>2008-01-23T17:58:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T18:12:58.620-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Decipleship and Evangelism</title><content type='html'>I promised to blog about my favorite class this semester so here it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have taken D&amp;amp;E twice now (not proud of that fact).  I will say how ever that I am glad I did.  There is a young "old" man in the class who is 85 years old he has been married for 58 years.  That would be the reciprocal of his age.  He has been married longer then any other married persons in the class combined.  He has been through so much.  He got back from WW2 at the age of 20 wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say all of that to say this, I respect this man and I don't even know him really.  He has been married twice as long as I have been alive.  He has seen more hartache, confusion, as well as other trials then I can imagine.  This is a man who fought for some of the things I hold dear and often take for granted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It frustrates me to see young people these days and even people my age not respecting seniors.  Whom are we to learn from if not from generations before us?  We haven't had to fight for to much since the sixties, my generation by far is the pampered generation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know me you know I am opinionated.  I like to be heard.  But when this man speaks of God I listen.  When this man speaks of life I listen.  When this man speaks of anything I will listen.  Why do I listen?  I listen for two reasons:&lt;br /&gt;1.  He knows more then me.&lt;br /&gt;2.  It is a form of worship of God.  To respect those wise people God places in your life is to worship God's wisdom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What What do I love most about D&amp;amp;E it is the diversity of people.  from 18-85 years of age and all for the same purpose to learn how to make disciples.  It is amazing that a man who is 85 would humble himself to learn.  But then isn't that wisdom? I love this class but most of all I love the people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329809345122471989-417638547016942532?l=scottie1981.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottie1981.blogspot.com/feeds/417638547016942532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329809345122471989&amp;postID=417638547016942532' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329809345122471989/posts/default/417638547016942532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329809345122471989/posts/default/417638547016942532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottie1981.blogspot.com/2008/01/decipleship-and-evangelism.html' title='Decipleship and Evangelism'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07477512899139320111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f42tB_9G6DQ/R5zYCY7m9rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CjECztWrzwM/S220/web_scott.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329809345122471989.post-7316194586717641835</id><published>2008-01-20T00:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T01:13:08.146-06:00</updated><title type='text'>2  weeks down.  13 to go.</title><content type='html'>This semester has gotten off to a good start.  I enjoy my classes though Greek will be tedious (Greek is always tedious).  I had what should be my last grad check last week 9 more hrs after this semester.&lt;br /&gt;    I find myself in a unique position,  I have never been this close to graduating from college.  The last time I was close I transfered to MBU.  For the most part I started over, though I will say it was worth the move. &lt;br /&gt;    7 years as an undergrad has it advantages and disadvantages.  I find myself with so many awesome friends that I would not have if I had graduated when I was supposed to(this is not to say my way has been the best way).  I have learned so much about myself in these seven years.  I have learned about myself, love, school, and life.  These have not been the greatest lessons though.  The greatest growth has come between God and I.  I know and love Him more now then at any other point in my life.  I just plain love God.  He is making something out of this crippled fool.  I think I may be becoming a man in the Biblical since of the word. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite class this semester would have to be Discipleship and Evangelism.  Why is this class so awesome you ask?  Not only is the material awesome but there is a  Man it the class that is such an inspiration to me.  I will talk about him in a separate post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My God bless all of you.&lt;br /&gt;More to come in the near future. &lt;br /&gt;Future topics:&lt;br /&gt;My friend in D&amp;amp;E&lt;br /&gt;Relationships&lt;br /&gt;College&lt;br /&gt;and More from the Bible (yay)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329809345122471989-7316194586717641835?l=scottie1981.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottie1981.blogspot.com/feeds/7316194586717641835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329809345122471989&amp;postID=7316194586717641835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329809345122471989/posts/default/7316194586717641835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329809345122471989/posts/default/7316194586717641835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottie1981.blogspot.com/2008/01/2-weeks-down-13-to-go.html' title='2  weeks down.  13 to go.'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07477512899139320111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f42tB_9G6DQ/R5zYCY7m9rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CjECztWrzwM/S220/web_scott.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329809345122471989.post-5271897371445612081</id><published>2008-01-02T09:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T10:37:13.797-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Break in Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Break started it was like 50 degrees &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Break ended it was like 10 degrees  (I love Heartland Weather!!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mom went to the Dr. on December 13 she goes to the Dr. again on the 3 (My return date.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I got cloths for Christmas (and it's actually a good thing.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mom was not healthy when I left, now she is on the mend. (What a difference three weeks can make.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;I did not get to cook over break, but I did get to do some of my favorite chores LOL such as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take out the trash&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wash the dishes (which is my least favorite chore.  (Perhaps Hatred is a better description.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Took care of Mom (that was nice and yet not nice at the same time)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;It seems I have learned more then one thing from Dr. Greever 1 of them being how to make a list.  I love you Dr. Greever!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learned once again that there will never be a time when God is not awesome to me.  He has yet again left me in awe.  You see this is why I serve God.  Because I cannot grasp His Awesomeness.  It is not because of my choice that I serve Him it is because of His choice.  I serve Him because He makes that service possible.  I love Him because He changed my heart in such a way to make it possible for me to love Him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To some it may seem that God is jealous.  It is a good thing that God has a passion for His glory, because within that passion we find a willingness and an action to save us.  So if that makes Him jealous then I say so be it.  I have nothing to loose and everything to gain by my creator being jealous over me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you like some Scripture?  I'm in a Scripture sort of mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Corinthians 12:8-10 (ESV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span id="en-ESV-29014" class="sup"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=2%20cor%2012;&amp;amp;version=47;#cen-ESV-29014M" title="See cross-reference M"&gt;M&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/sup&gt; Three times I pleaded with the Lord about this, that it should leave me. &lt;span id="en-ESV-29015" class="sup"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt;But he said to me, &lt;woj&gt;&lt;sup&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=2%20cor%2012;&amp;amp;version=47;#cen-ESV-29015N" title="See cross-reference N"&gt;N&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/sup&gt; "My grace is sufficient for you, for&lt;sup&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=2%20cor%2012;&amp;amp;version=47;#cen-ESV-29015O" title="See cross-reference O"&gt;O&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/sup&gt; my power is made perfect in weakness."&lt;/woj&gt; Therefore I will boast all the more gladly of my weaknesses, so that&lt;sup&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=2%20cor%2012;&amp;amp;version=47;#cen-ESV-29015P" title="See cross-reference P"&gt;P&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/sup&gt; the power of Christ may rest upon me. &lt;span id="en-ESV-29016" class="sup"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=2%20cor%2012;&amp;amp;version=47;#cen-ESV-29016Q" title="See cross-reference Q"&gt;Q&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/sup&gt; For the sake of Christ, then,&lt;sup&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=2%20cor%2012;&amp;amp;version=47;#cen-ESV-29016R" title="See cross-reference R"&gt;R&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/sup&gt; I am content with weaknesses, insults, hardships, persecutions, and calamities. For&lt;sup&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=2%20cor%2012;&amp;amp;version=47;#cen-ESV-29016S" title="See cross-reference S"&gt;S&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/sup&gt; when I am weak, then I am strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329809345122471989-5271897371445612081?l=scottie1981.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottie1981.blogspot.com/feeds/5271897371445612081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329809345122471989&amp;postID=5271897371445612081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329809345122471989/posts/default/5271897371445612081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329809345122471989/posts/default/5271897371445612081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottie1981.blogspot.com/2008/01/break-in-review.html' title='Break in Review'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07477512899139320111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f42tB_9G6DQ/R5zYCY7m9rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CjECztWrzwM/S220/web_scott.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329809345122471989.post-8307632409238463005</id><published>2007-12-30T17:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T17:24:50.712-06:00</updated><title type='text'>To my Dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;I write this post to tell you about the strongest man I know.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Through my childhood there was a man who loved me in spite of my disabilities he never looked at me as though I was broken.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He used to push me in my wheelchair and occasionally he would act like he was going to let me roll down a hill (only to catch me at the last second, or at lest what I thought was the last second).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We made frequent trips to Shiner’s Children’s Hospital in &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;St.   Louis&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; for the numerous check-ups I had over a total of sixteen years.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In those years he helped me recover from 7 surgeries.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Did he always take the hands on approach? No.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But what he did do was work behind the scenes. Working to make sure I had what I needed and was where I needed to be when I needed to be there.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;As I grew the relationship between my dad and I became strained through the fog that adolescence brings.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was the generation gap.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I had some how forgotten the example he had shown me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I wanted to do things my way.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The man that made me laugh through pain was now someone I had forgotten.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Why did I do this?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I thought he was to tough I was to short sighted to notice that he was preparing me for a harsh world that wasn’t exactly user friendly for disabled kids.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Oh how I wish I could have seen the future.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;This brings us to now.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My Dad still continues to teach me lessons.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Only these lessons are more powerful then anything he has ever taught me before.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Mom was diagnosed with cancer ten years ago and yes dad was confused and worried and angry.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He continued to do what he does best.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What is that you ask He is the best father and husband I have ever seen? Day by day he teaches me what it means to be a husband, and a father.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My future wife and children will be thankful for this man that is my father.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He is my example.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This does not mean he is perfect, but it is not his job to be perfect that belongs to God.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;My dad is a man of deep convictions; he loves God, his wife, and his family.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Does he live the stereotypical Christian life?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Nah but I wouldn’t want him to.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Some how I think if he did he wouldn’t be the same man.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;What type of man is he?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He is the man I read about in Ephesians.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He is the man that doesn’t quit when he is faced with the stress of a disabled son.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He is the man that when his wife is sick he still looks at her with the same passion he did 30 years ago.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;Who is that man that man is my dad, I hope to be half the man he has shown me to be.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;P.S. He isn’t a computer guy so he will never read this.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I talk about mom a lot.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But I just wanted to introduce you to my Dad.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329809345122471989-8307632409238463005?l=scottie1981.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottie1981.blogspot.com/feeds/8307632409238463005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329809345122471989&amp;postID=8307632409238463005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329809345122471989/posts/default/8307632409238463005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329809345122471989/posts/default/8307632409238463005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottie1981.blogspot.com/2007/12/to-my-dad.html' title='To my Dad'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07477512899139320111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f42tB_9G6DQ/R5zYCY7m9rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CjECztWrzwM/S220/web_scott.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329809345122471989.post-141729294018130620</id><published>2007-12-21T22:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T23:02:30.837-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Psalm 63 (NASB)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="en-NASB-14841" class="sup"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;O God, &lt;sup&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Psalm%2063;&amp;amp;version=49;#cen-NASB-14841A" title="See cross-reference A"&gt;A&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/sup&gt;You are my God; I shall seek You &lt;sup&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Psalm%2063;&amp;amp;version=49;#fen-NASB-14841a" title="See footnote a"&gt;a&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/sup&gt;earnestly;&lt;br /&gt;        My soul &lt;sup&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Psalm%2063;&amp;amp;version=49;#cen-NASB-14841B" title="See cross-reference B"&gt;B&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/sup&gt;thirsts for You, my flesh yearns for You,&lt;br /&gt;        In a &lt;sup&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Psalm%2063;&amp;amp;version=49;#cen-NASB-14841C" title="See cross-reference C"&gt;C&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/sup&gt;dry and weary land where there is no water.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span id="en-NASB-14842" class="sup"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;Thus I have &lt;sup&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Psalm%2063;&amp;amp;version=49;#cen-NASB-14842D" title="See cross-reference D"&gt;D&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/sup&gt;seen You in the sanctuary,&lt;br /&gt;        To see Your power and Your glory.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span id="en-NASB-14843" class="sup"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;Because Your &lt;sup&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Psalm%2063;&amp;amp;version=49;#cen-NASB-14843E" title="See cross-reference E"&gt;E&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/sup&gt;loving kindness is better than life,&lt;br /&gt;        My lips will praise You.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span id="en-NASB-14844" class="sup"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;So I will bless You &lt;sup&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Psalm%2063;&amp;amp;version=49;#cen-NASB-14844F" title="See cross-reference F"&gt;F&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/sup&gt;as long as I live;&lt;br /&gt;        I will &lt;sup&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Psalm%2063;&amp;amp;version=49;#cen-NASB-14844G" title="See cross-reference G"&gt;G&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/sup&gt;lift up my hands in Your name.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span id="en-NASB-14845" class="sup"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;My soul is &lt;sup&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Psalm%2063;&amp;amp;version=49;#cen-NASB-14845H" title="See cross-reference H"&gt;H&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/sup&gt;satisfied as with &lt;sup&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Psalm%2063;&amp;amp;version=49;#fen-NASB-14845b" title="See footnote b"&gt;b&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/sup&gt;marrow and fatness,&lt;br /&gt;        And my mouth offers &lt;sup&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Psalm%2063;&amp;amp;version=49;#cen-NASB-14845I" title="See cross-reference I"&gt;I&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/sup&gt;praises with joyful lips.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span id="en-NASB-14846" class="sup"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt;When I remember You &lt;sup&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Psalm%2063;&amp;amp;version=49;#cen-NASB-14846J" title="See cross-reference J"&gt;J&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/sup&gt;on my bed,&lt;br /&gt;        I meditate on You in the &lt;sup&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Psalm%2063;&amp;amp;version=49;#cen-NASB-14846K" title="See cross-reference K"&gt;K&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/sup&gt;night watches,&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span id="en-NASB-14847" class="sup"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt;For &lt;sup&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Psalm%2063;&amp;amp;version=49;#cen-NASB-14847L" title="See cross-reference L"&gt;L&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/sup&gt;You have been my help,&lt;br /&gt;        And in the &lt;sup&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Psalm%2063;&amp;amp;version=49;#cen-NASB-14847M" title="See cross-reference M"&gt;M&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/sup&gt;shadow of Your wings I sing for joy.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span id="en-NASB-14848" class="sup"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt;My soul &lt;sup&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Psalm%2063;&amp;amp;version=49;#cen-NASB-14848N" title="See cross-reference N"&gt;N&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/sup&gt;clings to You;&lt;br /&gt;        Your &lt;sup&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Psalm%2063;&amp;amp;version=49;#cen-NASB-14848O" title="See cross-reference O"&gt;O&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/sup&gt;right hand upholds me.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span id="en-NASB-14849" class="sup"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt;But those who &lt;sup&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Psalm%2063;&amp;amp;version=49;#cen-NASB-14849P" title="See cross-reference P"&gt;P&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/sup&gt;seek my life to destroy it,&lt;br /&gt;        Will go into the &lt;sup&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Psalm%2063;&amp;amp;version=49;#cen-NASB-14849Q" title="See cross-reference Q"&gt;Q&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/sup&gt;depths of the earth.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span id="en-NASB-14850" class="sup"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt;They will be &lt;sup&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Psalm%2063;&amp;amp;version=49;#cen-NASB-14850R" title="See cross-reference R"&gt;R&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/sup&gt;delivered over to the power of the sword;&lt;br /&gt;        They will be a &lt;sup&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Psalm%2063;&amp;amp;version=49;#cen-NASB-14850S" title="See cross-reference S"&gt;S&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/sup&gt;prey for foxes.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span id="en-NASB-14851" class="sup"&gt;11&lt;/span&gt;But the &lt;sup&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Psalm%2063;&amp;amp;version=49;#cen-NASB-14851T" title="See cross-reference T"&gt;T&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/sup&gt;king will rejoice in God;&lt;br /&gt;        Everyone who &lt;sup&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Psalm%2063;&amp;amp;version=49;#cen-NASB-14851U" title="See cross-reference U"&gt;U&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/sup&gt;swears by Him will glory,&lt;br /&gt;        For the &lt;sup&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Psalm%2063;&amp;amp;version=49;#cen-NASB-14851V" title="See cross-reference V"&gt;V&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/sup&gt;mouths of those who speak lies will be stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a passage that has been helping me along in the last few days.  I have been a bit down lately with the health of my Mom.  God is AWESOME!!  This is an awesome Psalm it should serve as a reminder to Christians as to just how magnificent God is.    Another word that comes to mind is passion.   How many Christians are this passionate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;DAY IN REVIEW:&lt;br /&gt;Today I got to cook for the first time in a loog long time!( I haven't forgotten how.)&lt;br /&gt;The meal was baked chicken, oven potatoes, and green beens. (They all tasted awesome.)&lt;br /&gt;It was a family cooked meal.  Mom, Dad, and I all worked together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;GOD IS AWESOME, let us rejoice in the small things.  Let us be brought to our knees by the sheer Awesomeness of God.  Let us seek Him.&lt;br /&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/8329809345122471989-141729294018130620?l=scottie1981.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottie1981.blogspot.com/feeds/141729294018130620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329809345122471989&amp;postID=141729294018130620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329809345122471989/posts/default/141729294018130620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329809345122471989/posts/default/141729294018130620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottie1981.blogspot.com/2007/12/psalm-53-nasb.html' title='Psalm 63 (NASB)'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07477512899139320111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f42tB_9G6DQ/R5zYCY7m9rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CjECztWrzwM/S220/web_scott.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329809345122471989.post-4061397602687018544</id><published>2007-12-13T22:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T23:01:57.442-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Semester in Review</title><content type='html'>1. Best semester to date(in relation to grades)&lt;br /&gt;2.  Stress level was amped up.&lt;br /&gt;3.  The growing of current friendships, this made the stress bearable.&lt;br /&gt;4.  The addition of New friendships&lt;br /&gt;    Things learned this semester:  School is hard well maybe not school but life and school at the same time.  The scary part is life hasn't even started yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goals for next year:&lt;br /&gt;To continue the good work in school.&lt;br /&gt;To grow more as a Christian man, and work toward the all elusive relationship(not ready yet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A funny story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am home now but the journey was interesting.  We got lost in the parking garage at west county mall. LOL not once but twice.  LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update on Mom:  New chemo (pills) waitng to see how this goes bit nervous!&lt;br /&gt;    Mom isn't eating much and needs too.  Dad is stressed trying to help but really can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayer Requests:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Car trouble:  transmission may need to be replaced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more to come! Maybe even longer thoughts in better sentences.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329809345122471989-4061397602687018544?l=scottie1981.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottie1981.blogspot.com/feeds/4061397602687018544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329809345122471989&amp;postID=4061397602687018544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329809345122471989/posts/default/4061397602687018544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329809345122471989/posts/default/4061397602687018544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottie1981.blogspot.com/2007/12/semester-in-review.html' title='Semester in Review'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07477512899139320111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f42tB_9G6DQ/R5zYCY7m9rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CjECztWrzwM/S220/web_scott.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329809345122471989.post-7902909102606141924</id><published>2007-12-07T22:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T22:54:58.165-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;h4&gt;Isaiah 53 (ESV)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;span class="sup"&gt;&lt;span id="en-ESV-18713"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Who has believed what he has heard from us?&lt;br /&gt;   And to whom has the arm of the LORD been revealed?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span class="sup"&gt;&lt;span id="en-ESV-18714"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;For he grew up before him like a young plant,&lt;br /&gt;    and like a root out of dry ground;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;he had no form or majesty that we should look at him,&lt;br /&gt;   and no beauty that we should desire him.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span class="sup"&gt;&lt;span id="en-ESV-18715"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; He was despised and rejected by men;&lt;br /&gt;   a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief;&lt;br /&gt;and as one from whom men hide their faces&lt;br /&gt;   he was despised, and we esteemed him not.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;span id="en-ESV-18716"&gt;&lt;span class="sup"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Surely he has borne our griefs&lt;br /&gt;   and carried our sorrows;&lt;br /&gt; yet we esteemed him stricken,&lt;br /&gt;    smitten by God, and afflicted.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span class="sup"&gt;&lt;span id="en-ESV-18717"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; But he was wounded for our transgressions;&lt;br /&gt;   he was crushed for our iniquities;&lt;br /&gt; upon him was the chastisement that brought us peace,&lt;br /&gt;    and with his stripes we are healed.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span class="sup"&gt;&lt;span id="en-ESV-18718"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; All we like sheep have gone astray;&lt;br /&gt;   we have turned—every one—to his own way;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and the LORD has laid on him&lt;br /&gt;   the iniquity of us all.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;span id="en-ESV-18719"&gt;&lt;span class="sup"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;He was oppressed, and he was afflicted,&lt;br /&gt;    yet he opened not his mouth;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;like a lamb that is led to the slaughter,&lt;br /&gt;   and like a sheep that before its shearers is silent,&lt;br /&gt;   so he opened not his mouth.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span class="sup"&gt;&lt;span id="en-ESV-18720"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;By oppression and judgment he was taken away;&lt;br /&gt;   and as for his generation, who considered&lt;br /&gt; that he was cut off out of the land of the living,&lt;br /&gt;   stricken for the transgression of my people?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span class="sup"&gt;&lt;span id="en-ESV-18721"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And they made his grave with the wicked&lt;br /&gt;    and with a rich man in his death,&lt;br /&gt; although he had done no violence,&lt;br /&gt;   and there was no deceit in his mouth.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;span id="en-ESV-18722"&gt;&lt;span class="sup"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yet it was the will of the LORD to crush him;&lt;br /&gt;   he has put him to grief;&lt;br /&gt;  when his soul makes an offering for guilt,&lt;br /&gt;   he shall see his offspring; he shall prolong his days;&lt;br /&gt;  the will of the LORD shall prosper in his hand. &lt;span id="en-ESV-18723"&gt;&lt;span class="sup"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="en-ESV-18723"&gt;&lt;span class="sup"&gt;11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Out of the anguish of his soul he shall see&lt;sup&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Isaiah%2053;&amp;amp;version=47;#fen-ESV-18723i" title="See footnote i"&gt;i&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/sup&gt; and be satisfied;by his knowledge shall the righteous one, my servant,&lt;br /&gt;    make many to be accounted righteous,&lt;br /&gt;    and he shall bear their iniquities.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span class="sup"&gt;&lt;span id="en-ESV-18724"&gt;12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Therefore I will divide him a portion with the many,&lt;br /&gt;    and he shall divide the spoil with the strong,&lt;br /&gt;because he poured out his soul to death&lt;br /&gt;   and was numbered with the transgressors;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;yet he bore the sin of many,&lt;br /&gt;   and makes intercession for the transgressors.&lt;/p&gt;    I do apologize for the large amount of scripture but this chapter has been on my mind lately.  I have been thinking about things like what am I going to get people for Christmas?  I have been looking at Isaiah a lot this semester.  The reality is that Christ came to die for us.  Not only die, but suffer.&lt;br /&gt;Have we forgotten what Christmas is about?  Maybe.  It seems that people are worried about what they are going to get or what they are going to give.  Let us remember Jesus who gave it all.  Let us remember those who make it possible for us to celebrate.  Let us remember that there are those who have never gotten anything for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;    Find someone who has nothing and give them something.  If you can't give them anything from a store or yourself. At least  give them the message that is in the book of Isiah take them on a walk though the Gospels.  Show them God That is the best and most beneficial gift you can give. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless you all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semester in Review to come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329809345122471989-7902909102606141924?l=scottie1981.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottie1981.blogspot.com/feeds/7902909102606141924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329809345122471989&amp;postID=7902909102606141924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329809345122471989/posts/default/7902909102606141924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329809345122471989/posts/default/7902909102606141924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottie1981.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07477512899139320111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f42tB_9G6DQ/R5zYCY7m9rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CjECztWrzwM/S220/web_scott.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329809345122471989.post-7982117183706037326</id><published>2007-10-28T22:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T22:45:08.193-05:00</updated><title type='text'>John 1:1-5</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="sup"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt; In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. &lt;span class="sup"&gt;&lt;span id="en-ESV-26036"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;He was in the beginning with God. &lt;span class="sup"&gt;&lt;span id="en-ESV-26037"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; All things were made through him, and without him was not any thing made that was made. &lt;span class="sup"&gt;&lt;span id="en-ESV-26038"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; In him was life, and the life was the light of men. &lt;span class="sup"&gt;&lt;span id="en-ESV-26039"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it. John 1:1-5 (ESV)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;The purpose of the book of John is to show Christ as divine.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;While the other gospels do cover this attribute, John makes it his focus.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;John 1:1 reads: “In the beginning was the Word and the Word was with God and the Word was God.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It is my opinion that this verse is one the most important verses in regards to the study of apologetics.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It answers some important questions about Jesus.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;1.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Is Jesus God? Yes&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;2.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Was Jesus created? No&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;3.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Was Jesus an Angel or other being? No&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;4.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Has there ever been a time that Jesus did not exist? No&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Why are these questions important?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Let me take them one at a time.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;1.&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;Is Jesus God? This question is important because if He is not God then His sacrifice is meaningless.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There had to be a perfect sacrifice if Jesus is not God then he is not an adequate sacrifice.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;2.&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;Was Jesus created?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This question is important because if the answer to this question is yes then it provides legitimacy to every humanistic cult exp. Mormon or Jehovah’s Witness.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It also makes human effort necessary as is required in humanistic cults.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;3.&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;Was Jesus an Angel or other being?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This question is important because some cults view Jesus as a man who became god, or an angel who was adopted by God.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The book of Hebrews has Jesus above all angels not as one of them.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;4.&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;Has there ever been a time that Jesus did not exist?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This question is important because once again it is an apologetic to cults.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If there was a time that Jesus did not exist, the door would be open to cults.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If Jesus became God then he was not always perfect.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If Jesus at some point did not exist at some point He would not and could not be the agent of creation but a product of it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;These five verses say a lot.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They say that Jesus was and is God.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There has never been a time when He has not been. Nor has there been a time that He has not been God.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They show Christ as the agent of creation not as created as the Mormons believe.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The show Christ as being with God and being God witch is different then the Jehovah’s Witness who would say that Jesus was “a god” and not God.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Jehovah’s Witness teach that the Arch Angel Michel became Jesus.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Mormons teach that Christ was at berth human and became God&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Jesus was the agent of creation.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Imagine God’s delight as his perfect world was created.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Without the Christ nothing was made, we are dependant on Him not Him on us.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There is a redemptive quality to these verses witch cannot and must not be missed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="sup"&gt;V.4&lt;/span&gt; In him was life, and the life was the light of men. &lt;span class="sup"&gt;&lt;span id="en-ESV-26039"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“In Him was life” this is speaking of Christ’s redemptive purpose.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He was restoring His greatest creation Man to his Father.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He was taking us out of darkness and into light.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;If Apologetics is the defense of the faith then Jesus provides the ultimate apologetic. I do not say this to diminish Christ but to state the point that,&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He is the only one who was and is capable of defending and restoring His Father’s glory.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He came to restore His creation to His father.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329809345122471989-7982117183706037326?l=scottie1981.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottie1981.blogspot.com/feeds/7982117183706037326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329809345122471989&amp;postID=7982117183706037326' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329809345122471989/posts/default/7982117183706037326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329809345122471989/posts/default/7982117183706037326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottie1981.blogspot.com/2007/10/john-11-5.html' title='John 1:1-5'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07477512899139320111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f42tB_9G6DQ/R5zYCY7m9rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CjECztWrzwM/S220/web_scott.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329809345122471989.post-8366907079791118093</id><published>2007-10-15T21:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T22:06:30.044-05:00</updated><title type='text'>From Fear to Praise</title><content type='html'>Those who read this blog know of the 10 year long battle my Mom has been fighting with Cancer.  Chemotherapy is such hard treatment on the mind and the body.  Recently the Dr. chose to change medications because the others had become ineffective.  She had had one treatment and was not feeling well last week.  On Thursday evening, she became very sick and my Dad took her to the E.R.  It turns out that we almost lost her.  Or did we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It came to mind yesterday that God is the one who decides when your Job is done. Not you and not anyone else.  Apparently my Mom is not done with her work, The Dr. had asked if "she had made her peace with God". and my Dad said "yes, that has what has kept her going this long".  But in that, my own worst fear was almost realized. What if she had gone and I couldn't have said good bye. But then it came to mind again, God is in control who am I to question his judgment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Love my Mom and my family, I love my God more.  But yet He loves me that much more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329809345122471989-8366907079791118093?l=scottie1981.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottie1981.blogspot.com/feeds/8366907079791118093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329809345122471989&amp;postID=8366907079791118093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329809345122471989/posts/default/8366907079791118093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329809345122471989/posts/default/8366907079791118093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottie1981.blogspot.com/2007/10/from-fear-to-praise.html' title='From Fear to Praise'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07477512899139320111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f42tB_9G6DQ/R5zYCY7m9rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CjECztWrzwM/S220/web_scott.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329809345122471989.post-1527143535530576021</id><published>2007-10-11T23:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T23:30:09.522-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A new Chapter</title><content type='html'>I find myself using a new blog site.  With a new blog site comes a new focus.  I have been interested in the book of john for a while and would like to start doing commentary on this book.  I would also like to do a commentary on a book of the Old testament.  With that said I need your help. &lt;br /&gt;Leave a comment and tell me witch book you would like to hear more about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take heart this blog will not always be serious. I am a fun loving guy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329809345122471989-1527143535530576021?l=scottie1981.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottie1981.blogspot.com/feeds/1527143535530576021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329809345122471989&amp;postID=1527143535530576021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329809345122471989/posts/default/1527143535530576021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329809345122471989/posts/default/1527143535530576021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottie1981.blogspot.com/2007/10/new-chapter.html' title='A new Chapter'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07477512899139320111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f42tB_9G6DQ/R5zYCY7m9rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CjECztWrzwM/S220/web_scott.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
